The young valet met our car at the curb and quickly opened the passenger door taking in the site of Jolene’s long legs as she swung them one at a time from her seat. By the look on his face it was obvious he was focused on my wife’s pussy. I could only guess he was also treated to a nice view of her tits as she stood up while holding his hand. Taking my wife by the hand we entered the jazz club finding it not too crowded with several tables still available. We found a table about two rows from the large dance floor and settled in, sitting next to each other facing the band. Looking around the room I noticed several men taking in Jolene sitting with her legs crossed next to me. The waitress stepped up and took our drink orders as the band began tuning up. The lights dimmed slightly, the candle on the table casting a glow on my wife’s white shirt, her nipples now as hard as rocks in the cool air of the club. As the band began it’s first set with a slow number I took my wife by the hand and headed to floor with a few other couples. We danced a couple of songs and returned to our table to finish our drinks. Over the next couple of hours we danced and sat and danced some more, really enjoying the music and the club. As we were headed back to our table after a set we heard someone call Jolene’s name through the dispersing crowd.
Turning to look back we both saw a man approaching with a big smile on his face, again calling my wife’s name. Jolene looked at me then at the man and then at me and began laughing while pulling me closer to her. By the time this guy made it to our side of the dance floor I recognized him, Jolene’s first husband Chris. They had been married for about a year but broke it off several years before Jolene and I got married. I had met Chris once before and he was an all right guy, Jolene had admitted she still considered him a friend. I had asked my wife about their relationship and she said they had only dated a week before they got married, had great sex but realized she could not be his wife. I had asked Jolene why she couldn’t be his wife and she had told me he wanted to tag every piece of ass he saw and that kind of bugged her although she enjoyed fucking him. As he approached I could see his eyes roaming my wife’s body from head to toe. So here he was now standing with us smiling down into Jolene’s large breasts and reaching out to shake my hand.
The handshake was firm but quick as Chris turned and embraced my wife, giving her a long tight hug. If you have read our other adventures you will know why my cock began stirring in my pants. Jolene had frequently told me stories of Chris fucking her with his long curved cock and how she loved when he fucked her bent over a table or chair. Most of these stories were at my prompting and she never disappointed me. Jolene and Chris began talking as we continued to our table; them arm in arm and me following my wife’s barely covered ass with nasty thoughts running through my deviant brain. My wife was between us at the table giving us both the treat of her fine body and as we ordered another round of drinks Chris was telling us he was in town for a few days and had come to the club with some friends of his. He was staying with a buddy and his wife while he was here on business; they were here as well as a couple of their friends. Jolene excused herself from the table to use the restroom leaving the two of us alone. We had some small talk about the weather and sports then Chris asked what I thought about Jolene and I told him she was the greatest woman in the world for me, not only smart but sexy too. He smiled as I asked him what he thought of Jolene, a smile that was deep in thought about a past memory. I was a little shocked when he came right out and said Jolene was the best sex he had ever had, how much he missed her large tits and tasty pussy.
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