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Our SLS Fantasy (Part 1)

We connected with a single guy named Kenny who messaged us on SLS. After you saw his pictures and I read his profile, we both gave the thumbs up to continue messaging with him. Upon feeling that there could be potential while we messaged with him, we agreed to switch to texting. He shared some more pictures of himself, and we shared pictures of our faces and some more explicit photos that we have not put into our SLS gallery. He sent us a dick pic and I had to chuckle at your reaction... it was subtle, but I saw you raise your eyebrows slightly and quickly lick your lips. When I called you on it, you laughed and said that you were just kind of amazed that his hard cock looked a lot like mine, except mine curved down while his was just about as straight as an arrow. It turned me on that you seemed to like his dick. Kenny certainly liked the pics of you that we sent him, and he suggested that we should meet up for drinks and see if there would be a connection in person. We talked it over and agreed that we should meet up with him. Kenny suggested a few places in between his town and ours, and we finally decided upon a place and a time to meet.

The weeks leading up to our meeting were a mix of excitement and nerves. We talked about things to make sure we were on the same page-- which we always are-- but with this kind of thing we always want to communicate more than less. Then I came up with an idea to play out one of our dirty fantasies. I discussed it with you first, and once you agreed, I texted Kenny to see if he wanted to play along. I texted him that we have fantasized about, dirty talked about, and role played about you going into a bar by yourself while I watched from a distance, and see if anything happened with you and another guy. However, we never acted on that fantasy for one reason or another, but this could be our chance. I thought that we would still meet with Kenny in the arranged place at the agreed upon time, but that you would go into the bar of the hotel essentially on your own while I sat elsewhere in the same bar by myself. Kenny would arrive and basically pick you up as a stranger while I watched. You would assess the chemistry on your own instead of us meeting him together. If you needed me, you would text or wave me over. If either of you did not feel there was a connection, there would be no hard feelings, and you and Kenny would part ways with you coming over to me. However, if there was chemistry, if there was a connection to continue to something more, you would make the call and go with him to a hotel room while I trailed and followed and went with you two to the room, like a silent observer of my hotwife.

You liked the idea and he agreed to play along. Now the meeting was going to be even more exciting, even if nothing happened that night, it was still going to be hot to watch you talk to essentially a strange man while I watched.

When the night finally arrived, the excitement and nerves while we got ourselves ready was almost too much to contain. You dressed sexy-not too slutty, but definitely looking hot and ready to be naughty. You wore a black skirt that was just tight enough to show off your hot ass, with a top that had straps to show off your sexy shoulders. Little black booties made the outfit just about slutty, but it would be okay in a hotel's public restaurant on a Friday night. I knew you would be wearing little black thongs, and when you came out of the bedroom, I smiled big time because you did my favorite thing: no bra!! I was so impressed that you were going to go out in public with those perky B cups completely free, and your nipples are almost always hard, so you looked super sexy with those two bumps pushing through your top. I could hardly wait to see Kenny's face when he saw you in person, and I knew you were giving this our best chance when you decided to "free the girls." We did a shot and then got into our car to meet Kenny.

Once parked at the hotel, we had one last chat, we kissed passionately, and then you went in ahead of me, by yourself. I gave you a few minutes, then I followed and went into the hotel bar. I saw you sitting at the bar, and you already had a gin and tonic in front of you. Not surprising, I thought, when I saw a young male bartender and seeing how fucking hot you looked. I chose a seat at the farthest end of the bar from you and ordered a whiskey to sip. You glanced my way out of the corner of your eye and smiled. I smiled back and just slightly raised my glass to you. You did the same and we toasted imperceptibly from a distance, in secret. Soon after, Kenny walked in. I saw him first, with your back to the entrance. I laughed to myself because he was clearly just looking for you, which I knew since we practically locked eyes as he scanned the bar but he did not stop to notice or acknowledge me. Either that, or he was REALLY playing the fantasy of just meeting you tonight... either way was fine by me. I saw his eyes finally spot you. He approached somewhat slowly, never having met you in person before, but I knew that he knew he had the right person as I watched him walk up to the bar. He stepped up to the bar two stools down from you and waited for the bartender to notice him. There were not that many people at the bar or at the tables, but there was enough to keep the bartender busy. Besides, Kenny was not going to get nearly the same attention from the bartender as my hotwife sipping your drink. I was far enough away and the music was loud enough that I could not hear Kenny order his drink. And I certainly could not tell what he said to you when he turned to notice you sitting there all alone. I saw you answer and smile shyly at him. My dick moved. Just by body language, I could see that he was offering to buy you a drink and ask if he could sit next to you or if the stool next to you was taken. You motioned that he was welcome to join you and the game was afoot.

I sipped my drink as I watched them chat and sip their own beverages. His back was towards me, so I could not see his face, but clearly, he was making headway because you were laughing and chatting it up with him. My dick continued to grow inside my jeans. Watching you flirt with another guy-especially knowing where it could lead-was driving me mad. It was the perfect blend of a touch of jealousy, a ton of love, and a whole mess of sexy, dirty, naughtiness. You were totally playing up the fantasy too, because you had not glanced over or looked my way once since he got there. It was driving me crazy, and in a good way.

As they finished their drinks, it seemed like they were making plans to move. I was not sure exactly what was going to happen next. Clearly, you were feeling some connection or chemistry. Clearly, you were not uncomfortable and did not need me to intervene. And it was clear that you were letting this proceed, at least for now. But they were not getting a room or anything; they were gesturing to the bartender about a seat in the restaurant, and it looked like he gave them the nod to sit wherever they wanted to sit. As they got their second round, they stood up and made their way to a dark booth against the wall. They were further away from me now, but I could see still see them. I ordered a second whiskey and hunkered down on my stool to continue to enjoy this show.

Once in the booth, a waitress approached them and took an order. I chuckled to myself... you always have to eat something. It would be a wonder that your body is so hot with how often you eat, but I know that you work your ass off in the gym, so your secret to eating is the work you put into your body. The waitress took their order and left them alone. I watched them continue to talk and laugh. You were definitely loosening up or feeling confident, because you started to randomly touch his arm lightly when you giggled at something he said or when you leaned closer to talk over the music. Then, for the first time of the evening, I saw you glance over to me. Maybe you just wanted to confirm I was still there-of course I would be! Or maybe you just needed to see me to make sure this was all just our fantasy being played out and you were not losing your mind or getting lost in the situation. Either way, I smiled at you and you smiled quickly back at me, then jumped right back to your conversation with Kenny. Seeing me must have either given you confidence in our fantasy situation, or it turned your on to see me watching you with another man, or you wanted to turn me on, but whatever it was, the next thing I saw made my cock stand to attention. Kenny must have said something funny, because you laughed pretty hard, and as you did, you leaned in towards him and put your hand down on his thigh. I could kind of see his surprise, especially when you left your hand on his leg and did not really lean back very much after laughing. This was getting interesting.

From my bar stool, I was far enough away to be at a good angle to see under their table. And I had to work hard to not stare... I kept reminding myself that in this fantasy I did not know this couple over at the dark, secluded booth. Or, at least, my hotwife and this strange man did not know I was there in this fantasy. At the worst, no one else around knew that I knew that couple, so if kept staring at them then I was going to look like a huge creeper and pervert. So I did my best to act like a lone dude sipping a drink at the bar. But in reality, inside, I was dying and completely turned on by what I was casually watching from afar.

Your hand not only stayed on his leg, but each time you laughed and leaned forward, and each time you leaned closer to his ear to be heard over the music, I saw your hand slide down inside his thigh. A few times, I was certain that I was seeing your hand slide over his package outside of his jeans. Fuck, it was hot. I assumed that Kenny had to be hard by now, so you were probably feeling his rigid cock right through his jeans. Knowing you, you were probably squeezing it firmly on some of those feels. Fuck. I ordered another whiskey and asked the bartender for some ice water, figuring I should stay hydrated.

The waitress brought over their order. It looked like you ordered some nachos. Not surprised. I watched them pick at the food, talking and less laughing, but they still seemed to be making a connection. It was making me hungry too, but with this fantasy playing out, I was in no mood for food. I was really surprised you were eating in this situation, but I figured that maybe you wanted something in your stomach to counteract the alcohol. Eventually the waitress cleared away the food and brought them waters. I knew you would also want to stay hydrated. They continued to talk, and I got up to use the men's room. I had to walk close by their table, and I hoped my erection was contained in my jeans. I tried not to stare as I went by, and I caught you glancing up at me quickly and smirking at me. You could see me headed to the hallway with the restroom sign, and I weirdly panicked that they might be gone when I came back out. After relieving myself and washing my hands, I walked back out and could see them in the booth. In this direction I could see his face better instead of yours, and for the first time of the night, he looked up at me. He nodded, and I nodded back. It was all very crazy but all very hot. When I got back to my stool at the bar, it looked like they had moved closer to each other in the U-shaped booth. I had no idea how this going to end tonight, but it seemed to be going well enough up to now, that was for sure.

They sipped on another round of drinks and went back to their flirty banter. This time, however, I could see that he was the one slipping his hand under the table and resting it on your leg. Your skirt was short enough, and probably riding up while sitting in that booth, and I could see his fingers on your bare thigh. Shit, it was so hot to see that. Now when he leaned in to talk closer to your ear over the music, it was his hand sliding into your inner thigh. I saw you slightly open your legs for his hand. My dick pulsed. He said something funny, you laughed and leaned into him, and I saw your hand grab onto his upper arm and pull his arm closer. You were pulling his hand deeper into your crotch! Fuck. You widened your legs and while I could not see it from where I sat and because it was so dim, but I was sure that his fingers were pressing against your pussy lips outside your black panties. I was raging hard now and having trouble not staring at them. I could see it in your eyes that he was somehow fingering you or pressing against your pussy. You closed your legs on his hand and crossed your booties. I bet that you were grinding against his fingers or his knuckles. They stopped talking and were just kind of looking ahead, half at each other, half out into space while he played with your right there in the booth, right there in front of me. I was going to die, but in a good way.

After a few minutes, I could not tell if you came or had enough or could not come in the situation, but your thighs released his hand. You both sat up, but closer. And then I saw it. I could see that you made your decision. It was in your eyes, in your demeanor, in your posture. Then you glanced at me. No, you looked right at me. We locked eyes, and then you slowly smiled. You had me in the palm of your naughty hand. You kept your eyes on me as long as you could as you slowly turned your face towards Kenny. He just watched your head turn. When you could no longer physically look at me as your head turned, you turned your eyes on him, closed them, and then you leaned in and kissed him. Oh my fuck. Your mouths opened and I saw tongues flicker in the closing space. You started to make out in the booth, in the bar, right in front of me. I just about came in my pants as I watched, it was so fucking hot...