Bambi settled in close to him. I saw her eyes fixed on his biceps. Giles was wearing a sports T-shirt and shorts.
“Your muscles are so big,” she said using the excuse to touch his arms.
“Yes, I like to keep fit for my sports, work and sex,” he replied with a laugh.
After I had ordered a round of drinks, I sat there watching and smiling, but they were the two in conversation, I was just a spectator. It was hard to make out anything they were saying due to the very loud piano, and singing that only made the noise were. They were speaking, flirting and laughing. I could see the confidence in her eyes, the sure knowledge that this bull would soon be inside her pussy pleasuring her, making love to her passionately. Her cheeks were flushed and she drew closer to him, staring into his eyes with adulterous desire.
I noticed that he had is hand on her stockinged leg, and that he was slowly caressing it as they spoke. My wife looked very happy, in total admiration of her lover. She continued drinking, and as she did, her laughing grew louder and her behavior more wanton and promiscuous.
“Why did you come here?” she was said, looking him straight in the eyes.
“To fuck you,” he replied. She laughed, excited, her cheeks blushed.
“Do you think that I am crazy enough to make love to you here on this sofa now, right here in the hotel lobby?” he said.
“I don’t know, I’ve got to try it,” she replied.
“You want to see or not?” he insisted.
She laughed nervously. I knew she must be wet.
“You like when men suck your pussy?” he insisted.
Bambi giggled.
“Normal girls like it,” she said.
“Yes, but there are normal girls that prefer…” he began.
“Yeah, I prefer,” she interrupted.
“So how many girls have you been fucking?” she asked, taking the initiative.
“I don’t fuck girls,” responded Giles. “I make love.”
Bambi burst out laughing. Typical French, she thought.
“I fuck girls who are not beautiful. If they are like you I will start love, and then I fuck after,” he added.
“How about tonight? Where you plan to take me?” She said, peering at him sluttishly.
“In a hotel,” he replied, then paused. “I’d planned to make love to you in the car but it’s raining so it’s not fun…”
“Are you sure you can make me happy?” she said.
“I’m not sure, but I will try,” he replied.
I saw her touching him intimately, with unmasked lust, using her feminine charms to seduce him. She was flushed, excited and tremendously horny; it was like a rush and the alcohol gave her all the excuse she needed to be loose. I have to admit that I too was hard as I watched her toy with him. I loved to see my wife flirting so openly and outrageously with another guy. It made me so hard. Her hand was resting on his cock, stroking it through his shorts.
“Can I check this one?” Bambi asked.
“Yes, you can check,” he replied.
“I can check before we go and make sure,” she insisted, rubbing it more.
“Yes, you can check,” he repeated. “I understand, but can I check too?”
“Yes!” she replied, excited and shocked.
He bend over to look under her skirt at her unconcealed pussy and she laughed out aloud.