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Restaurant Risk

I took a deep breath, straightening my tie and adjusting my jacket. The restaraunt my boss said to meet at was very fancy, and I needed to dress to impress. I was working on a large company project, and we were to discuss my progress. It was a big night for my career, my possible promotion depended on how well this meeting went.

"Jeanette!" I called, looking myself over in the mirror again. My boss had suggested I bring my wife, and I wasn't about to deny her a nice dinner, or the chance to charm my boss.

But as I looked over her outfit, it seemed that 'charm' wasn't what she was going for. Her gold-streaked brown hair was curled and held up in a loose bun, a single ringlet falling to the side of her face. She wore makeup that made her ice-blue eyes seem to pop, and sported ruby red lipstick.

And her dress, oh her dress! It was a deep blue number, with a neckline that plunged in between her hips, revealing her flat, toned stomach and her belly button. I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her C-cup breasts were almost completely visible. The bottom of the dress clung to the very top of her thighs with a thick elastic band, one that could easily ride up past her hips and reveal her tight ass and luscious pussy to all. She spun around to let me see the barely-there back of the dress, which lined her back with thin, criss-crossing strings until just above her butt, which the thin blue material covered.

"Like it?" She asked, and turned around once more, looking up at me through her thick lashes. I could only nod before pulling her against me, pressing my lips to her neck. She inhaled and let out a raspy breath before pulling away, whispering, "We're going to be late."

I ignored her and hiked up her dress to her hips, gasping as I took in the lacy, black, stringy thong that barely covered her ass and bare pussy. She giggled helplessly as I gripped onto her hips and dragged her close to me.

"Go change," I muttered, nuzzling her neck. "No one but me should be able to see you like this."

However, inside I was ecstatic. How long had I fantasized about showing her off in public, watching as others gazed at what they couldn't have?

"No," she whispered. "I know you want this. You were talking about it in your sleep last night."

I gulped, remembering the sexy dream I'd had of her in the grocery store, wearing no panties and a short denim skirt.

She smiled sexily as my eyes clouded with lust and pushed me against the wall, grinding her hips against mine. I slid my hands over her nearly-bare ass, groaning as my erection grew painfully against my pants.

I had just decided to throw her on the floor and take her when she pulled away, breathing heavily.

"We're going to be late," she said, fluttering her eyelashes, and pulled down her dress, swaying her hips as she left our apartment. I bit my lip, trying to hold down my impossibly hard boner, wondering what other surprises she had in store for me tonight.

We walked down to the parking garage, and I noticed that with every step she took, her dress slid further up her butt. By the time we made it to the car, half of her ass was visible, nearly naked with how much the lacey thong covered. I couldn't stop myself from looking around to see if anyone else was watching, but we were very much alone, or so I thought.

I heard a wolf whistle ring out to our left, and sure enough, a couple of guys were hanging out in their truck. Jeanette blushed and down, then saw her predicament and frantically began pulling her dress down to cover herself. In doing so, however, her gorgeous breasts spilled out of the dress for all to see. The laughter and hollers from the men in the truck rang out even louder, and my wife ducked behind the car, yelling for me to open the door. I swung the keys around my finger, smiling, leaning against the car door as I watched her pull her dress together and regain composure, at the mercy of the eyes of the men in the truck.

"You're going to pay for this," she said as I finally unlocked the car, striding past me and slamming the door. I shivered in anticipation.

The car ride to the restaraunt was cold and silent, which absolutely killed my once-throbbing erection. We arrived right on time, and my boss and his wife greeted my wife and I. My boss definetly took some time to scan over my wife, and I wondered if the view would help me get the promotion or hurt my chances. But from the small smile on his face, I guessed the former.

The restaraunt was very nice, decorated with glowing candles and long, flowing table clothes. When my wife walked in, it seemed every male head turned towards her, and with good reason. She was stunning. We sat at a booth, smiling and exchanging small talk as we picked our dishes.

I glanced at my wife to see what she was ordering, and nearly groaned as I saw that she was arched forward in a way that let me view her breasts in all their splendour, smooth, creamy skin and pink perky nipples. I felt my penis begin to harden once again.

My boner intensified as she slid her delicate hand up my thigh.

I snapped my head up to see if my boss noticed my wife's advances, but the table was tall enough to block anything from our lower chests down from view.

"So Jonathan, how's the project going?" My boss asked, glancing up at me from the menu.

"Just fi-ah..." I started, trailing off as my wife gripped my package through my pants.

"Jonathan?" My boss asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fury battled arousement as I stumbled around my words to give him the excuse that my arm cramped. He seemed to buy it, for which I was grateful, but my wife's tender touches were getting serious as she kneaded and massaged me through my pants. It was getting harder and harder to seem normal as I explain the project's progress to my boss. When I turned to look at her, she was staring down at her menu, giving me another eyefull of her amazing tits. I looked around the restaraunt to see that a number of men were openly staring at her, as she was not just exposing her breasts to me, but to anyone on either side of her. The long tablecloth protected my boss from seeing Jeanette's advances, but did nothing to stop anyone else from seeing her practically give me a handjob. The fact that tons of strangers were watching me be pleasured turned me on even more, and I was about ready to come in my pants.

Just before I erupted, however, the food arrived, and my wife and I were forced to start eating. I stole another glanced at her and saw that, once again, she was flaunting her breasts.

As soon as the food arrived, my boss began digging in, focusing all his attention on his food. Jeannette seemed to notice this, and lifted herself an inch above the chair so she could slide the dress up and around her hips. Now anyone watching could see her but and pussy, covered by nothing but a lacy thong. I nearly came right then, biting my lip to keep myself contained. Almost every man in the restaraunt was focused on my wife now, and I was so aroused it was unbearably painful.

The boss looked up, and at first I was afraid he could see my wife's near-nudity, but from his angle, she was simply wearing a revealing dress, and he began talking again.

My wife's hand was at my crotch again, this time she slid her hand under my waistband and underwear. I almost exploded at her touch, but looked at my boss and pictured him naked, trying to calm myself down. I felt something go around my cock, and for a second, I thought she had put on a condom for me, and I was grateful. However, as soon as I shifted in my seat, I realized it was not a condom, but a thick hairtie, and everytime I moved the slightest inch, it rubbed against my penis, stimulating me to no end.

I would kill her for this, I thought, coughing to cover up my moan. I would fuck her until she died of orgasmic bliss.

My wife seemed to hear my thoughts, and turned to me and gave me an evil grin, before pulling the top of her dress to the side briefly and jiggling her breasts. My eyes snapped back to my boss and his wife, but they were both buried in their food again. All the men in the restraunt were aroused now, and the mood had become significantly more subdued. Everyone was much quieter, stealing glances at what my wife was going to try next. I hoped she had finished, that she'd had her revenge, but she wasn't even close to being done.

After a few minutes of talking to my boss, my erection had calmed down and I was starting to relax. Of course, everytime I moved I felt the hairtie around my penis rub me, and I knew that my wife next to me was sitting with her dress around her waist, but she wasn't showing off as much anymore. But then she moved her hands in between her legs, pulled her dress even higher up, exposing the thong in a brighter light. I saw now that it was hardly underwear, more like a few lacy strings tied together. She hooked her fingers around the sides of the panties and pulled up, hard.

The string between her legs was yanked up against her clit, and I could almost feel her pleasure as she jerked the string around, causing it to rub into her pussy. I could barely pull my eyes away to meet my boss's and continue the conversation, but my ears were hyper-aware of every little sigh she emmitted from pleasure. I looked around the restraunt again, and saw that one man had taken off his pants far enough to jerk off. I was fighting the urge to do the same, harder than I'd ever been in my life. The knowledge that the string was stimulating her as much as the hairtie was stimulating me, her breasts completely visible to me, and the thought that everyone except my boss and his wife were watching her get off...

I was just about to excuse myself to go to the bathroom when my wife rose to do the same. I froze, looking at her, praying that she'd fix her dress somehow, and sighed in relief when in one smooth motion, she got up and pulled the hem of her dress down. I saw her set something down on the chair, but I was too focused on making sure that she'd made herself decent before standing. Looking at her walking to the restroom, you'd never suspect that she had just been rubbing herself in front of a restaraunt full of horny men.

I looked back at where she'd sat before and my eyes widened. The rest of the restaraunt followed my eyes, and there seemed to be a collective gasp as they all realized what Jeannette had stuck onto the chair as she'd risen to go to the bathroom.

The vibrating dildo I had gotten her as a gag gift stood before me. I gulped and met the eyes of my boss before he could come over to examine what I had been staring at.

"You have quite a wife there," my boss said, smiling good-naturedly.

You have no idea, I thought. "Yep, sure do."

"She's really something special."

"Mmhmm, so special."

We discussed the project further, and I was incredibly grateful for my wife's absense, though the promise of what she'd do with the dildo stuck on the chair was enough to keep me on edge. The entire restaraunt seemed to wait in anticipation of my wife's return.

When she finally came back, talk of my project was over, and it was easy small-talk for the rest of the night. But 'blowing it' seemed even more likely as my wife slowly, slowly sat down.

She expertly lifted her dress as she slid onto the dildo, hiding her dirtiness from my boss again. I, along with everyone else in the restaraunt, noticed she had abandoned the thong in the bathroom. I watched, unable to tear my eye away, as the tip of the dildo entered Jeanette's waxed pussy, and felt my already impossibly hard erection grow even more. She finally finished sitting, and began acting normal, though everyone knew that the dildo was inside of her, and everyone could see her bare ass and pussy.

Conversation went on as normal for a few more minutes, before my wife reached between her legs and turned on the dildo.

There was no change other than a small, barely-noticeable humming noise. Every man in the restaraunt seemed to groan, though. I imagined the dildo, vibrating and moving inside of her, bringing her to a climax. Her eyes would occasionally flutter shut, and sometimes a moan a pleasure would escape her lips, but I was pleased with her ability to stay quite. After a few minutes of this, of the unimaginable tension, both in the restaraunt and in my pants, she began grinding herself against the dildo. Her chest barely moved, so my boss couldn't tell, but everyone in the room was watching my wife full-out masturbate. Her hips rocked back and forth over the dildo, vibrating and moving inside of her.

I couldn't stand it. Every little thing she'd done this night, from the near-nudity to the actual nudity, from the jiggling her breasts to the handjob, to the fucking hair tie she out around my dick, seemed to all come together as my penis became a rock.

"Well, I guess it's time to go now," said my boss, and he stood up.

I turned to my wife, praying she had covered herself in time.

She had. She definetly couldn't stand up, but she covered herself with her purse and acted naturally. My boss covered the check, and they left, not suspecting a thing.

Just a few second after they had left, my wife removed the purse from her lap, and began bouncing up and down on the dildo, to hoots and hollars and moans from some of the other men in the restaraunt. She pulled the shoulders of her dress off to reveal her breasts, bouncing as she slammed the dildo in and out of her hot pussy.

Her dress was wrapped around her middle, no longer hiding her beautiful body, and I couldn't be happier. No longer caring who watched, I wrenched Jeannette from the dildo, turning it off, and lifted her onto the table. The crowd watching cheered as she yanked my pants down, finally releasing my rock-hard penis. Some of them saw the hair tie as I pulled it up and snickered, realizing it had been stimulating me the entire night.

My wife pushed my jacket off my shoulders as I lifted to dress from her body and threw it to the floor before I pushed her back onto the table and slammed myself into her as hard as I could.

The audience cheered, some of them had even started fucking themselves, but all their eyes were trained on me and my wife. I wondered briefly about the staff and manager, but they didn't seem to care. I imagined that the tips they'd get if they stopped the action would be disappointing.

My wife tried to get up, but I pushed her back down and leaned over her.

"You've been very, very bad," I muttered, just loud enough for the others to hear. They laughed and moaned as I pushed her back onto the table and continued to fuck her brains out, enjoying the moans coming from both her and from people watching.

Finally, I came, harder and better than I'd ever came before.

Immediately after erupting I slowed down, not letting her orgasm, but riding out my own.

"Please," she yelled, thrashing against me unsuccessfully, "Make me come!"

I laughed mercilessly, thrusting slowly in and out of her. She screamed in frustrastion, and attempted to bring her arms up to finish off herself, but I quickly grabbed her hands and forced them above her head.

"Had enough?" I murmered, leaning in over her again. "Are you ready to be good?"

"Yes," she moaned, "Yes, of course, please!"

And I took off, thrusting hard and fast, just like she liked it, and she moaned louder than I'd ever heard her moan before.

We came together, her pussy clenching around my dick, taking us to heaven and back. I let her draw herself closer to me and unbutton my shirt so I could feek her naked chest against mine. She wrapped her legs around my waist and we rocked slowly, riding out our orgasms, oblivious to the people cheering around us.

"I love you," she whispered into my ear, nibbling my lobe.

"Love you too," I said, kissing her passionately.

And then I heard, over the noise of the crows and over the sounds of ecstacy my wife was making, my boss clearing his throat.

"I left my purse," his wife squeaked. She scurried over to our table, now covered in clothing and our juices, and grabbed her purse before joining her husband at the door. She whispered something in his ear, and then they left.

The silence was deafening. For several minutes, everyone waited. For the sex to continue, for me to take myself out of my wife, I'm not sure. But then my phone bleeped, the signal for an email. I untangled myself from my wife and knelt down to pluck it from my discarded pants. It read:

Jonathan-

Your display at the restaraunt was entirely inappropriate. However, for the first time in over a year, my wife was turned on enough to have sex when we got home. You got the promotion.

"I got the job," I breathed, barely believeing it. My wife smiled up at me, and hugged me close.

"Congratulations," she said, in such a seductive purr that I laid her back on the table and busied myself with sex again, to the loud cheers of the crowd.

Congratulations indeed.
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