An Anniversary Night Out Results Into A Very Special Night

To celebrate our tenth anniversary, my wife and I decided to go to a fantastic French restaurant in downtown Cincinnati that we'd heard rave reviews about. The suggested attire was dressy casual, so I wore a shirt and tie with dark slacks. My beautiful wife Becky wore a low-cut green blouse that exposed plenty of cleavage and a black skirt and thigh high black boots. She looked absolutely stunning, her long brown hair hung over her shoulders, framing the cleavage of her 36B breasts. As we ascended the stairs to the second floor of the restaurant, my eyes were fixed on her shapely ass. I wanted so badly to throw her up against the wall right then, but did my best to control myself. It isn't often that we have the opportunity to get dressed up for a night on the town, and she was driving me wild! I knew every guy in the place wanted her as badly as me.

We taken to our table settled and had just started looking over our menus when our waitress arrived. My jaw damn near hit the floor when I looked up at her. She was gorgeous! She had one of the prettiest faces I've ever seen. She appeared to be of Italian descent had straight black hair and had a French Twist and piercing blue eyes. She was a slender woman, with a nice pair of breasts, about the same size as Becky's, I guessed, and a nice tight ass. She was wearing a low-cut off the shoulder pink blouse and a tight black skirt. I realized that since she had appeared, I'd been checking her out very indiscreetly, so I looked away as soon as I gained my composure. I mumbled our drink orders and returned my eyes to her as she walked away, admiring her cute butt.

When I turned back to my wife, she had a huge smile on her face. "Enjoying the view?" She asked.

My initial reaction was to deny, deny, deny, but I knew I'd been busted. "I'm sorry honey, but I couldn't help it." I admitted.

"No, that's fine," Becky, said, "You can look all you want, you think I don't look at guys?"

"I'm sorry, she's really cute, babe." I told her.

"Believe me, I noticed her too," My wife said, "She's beautiful!"

"Oh, stop that!" I admonished my wife. "She's got nothing on you!"

"I wish." She replied.

I was still complimenting Becky, trying as much to reassure her as I was trying to make her forget about me staring at the waitress, when she returned with our drinks. I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or not, but I was pretty sure she was flirting with me. She leaned way over to put our drinks on the far side of our table, allowing me a clear view down the front of her blouse. I now knew that she was wearing a black bra. She was also very friendly to us, joking with us both, and being very touchy-feely. She put her hand on Becky's shoulder twice as well as on my hand at one point, and then when she took the menus from my hand, her hand landed on top of mine and she very slowly slid it away as she looked at me and smiled.

"What was that?" Becky asked jokingly as our waitress walked away.

"Did you catch that too?" I responded.

"How could I miss it?" She laughed. "She practically pushed her tits into your face, then she fondled your hand! I can't believe she was being that forward with me sitting right here!"

"I hate to break it to you, but I think she was flirting with you too!" I told her.

"Really, how do you mean?" She asked.

"Didn't you notice the way she put her hand on your shoulder? And how she was looking at you?" I replied.

"Well, sort of, I guess." She admitted. "I don't know though, do you really think so?"

Before I tell you the statement that Becky made next, let me give you some background information on us. One drunken night a few months back, my wife asked me what my biggest sexual fantasy was. Now, as I said, we were both drunk, and therefore, honest. I never would have done it sober, but I admitted to her that like every man, I'd always fantasized about bringing another woman to bed with us. I expected her to be disgusted by it, but she really wasn't. Instead, she admitted that once or twice, she'd wondered what it'd be like to be with a woman. She also admitted that in college, she'd kissed a girl, and liked it. She had never mentioned that to me before, and I was quite turned on.

Our discussion continued for hours, sharing other fantasies but also revisiting the topic of another woman. Becky told me she would think about it, but not to "expect" anything. About two weeks ago, after an especially good sex session, Becky told me that if I really wanted to live out my fantasy, she'd do it for me. I was ecstatic, but tried to play it cool. After discussing it for a few minutes, I began to realize that not only was my wife willing to share me with another woman, but I believed that she wanted to! I knew she would never admit it, but I could tell that she was curious. We discussed a few possibilities, before Becky made a suggestion. She worked with a woman that she was pretty sure was a closet lesbian. Becky had always been curious about her, as always seemed to be extra friendly towards my wife, and now she had the perfect opportunity to find out. I'd met the woman, Kristen, a couple of times, and found her mildly attractive. She wasn't beautiful, but if that's who my wife wanted it to be, I wouldn't argue. I secretly hoped that Kristen would turn her down and we'd have to find another woman. 

Now back to our anniversary dinner. I had just told Becky that I thought the waitress was flirting with her, and it was Becky's reply that would change our lives forever.

"Well then why don't you try to find out if she'd like to come home with us?" She stunned me.

I almost choked. "Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes, why not?" She answered. "You obviously like her, and I do too, so why not?"

I was excited, but I tried to calm myself down, since I had no real idea if the waitress would be interested.

"Let's see what we can do then." I replied.

A few minutes later, our waitress came by our table to check on us. "Would either of you like another drink?" She asked.

"I'm sorry; I didn't get your name?" I asked her.

"It's Murna." She answered.

"Hi Murna, I'm John and this is my wife Becky." I told her as I reached out to shake her hand. "It doesn't look like it's too busy, would you like to sit down and chat?

"Umm, yeah I don't see why not, you're my only table." She agreed.

As she began moving towards my side of the table, Becky reached out and placed her hand on Murna's arm then said, "Why don't you sit over here, next to me?"

Murna smiled and sat down next to my wife. When Murna sat down, Becky said, "Those are really cute earrings." As she complimented Murna's earrings, Becky moved her hand towards her ear. She let the back of her hand graze slowly over Murna's cheek before reaching her ear. For the next fifteen minutes or so, the three of us got to know each other. We probed Murna about her personal life and found out she hadn't had a boyfriend in almost a year. We were both shocked by that, but she explained that between work and school, she didn't really have time for one. She was being very honest with us, and wasn't taken aback by some very personal questions. She even admitted to us that she'd been with a couple of women before, but it had never progressed beyond kissing and some light touching. Becky was being very forward and told her that we were considering including another woman in our bedroom. Murna seemed interested when Becky said that, so Becky asked if she'd be interested. Murna hesitated for a few moments, but much to our delight she agreed.

"Let me see if your food is ready, and that'll give me a chance to tie up a few things so I'll be free to go when you're done." She told us.

When Murna walked away, Becky and I looked at each other delightedly. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked her.

Becky looked around to make sure no one was looking, and then moved her right hand beneath the table. A few moments later, her hand re-emerged and she moved it to my face pointing her middle finger towards my mouth. I opened it and took her finger in, recognizing that familiar taste. "What do you think?" She asked, in her sexiest voice. 

A busboy soon arrived at our table with our meals. At this point, I had no interest in eating dinner, and Becky didn't appear to either. We both picked at our food, eating very little, watching for Murna, and hoping she'd appear sooner rather than later. It took a rather long time, 15 or 20 minutes or so, for her to show up. She had let her hair down and put on some make-up, and she looked incredible!

She told us "The check's taken care of." We gathered ourselves and headed for the door following closely behind her. When we hit the sidewalk, I reached out for her hand, and I walked away three-wide with a beautiful lady on each arm. "I live only a couple of blocks away, so why don't we go to my place?" She suggested. 

Becky and I agreed that that was fine. As we headed to her apartment, we came upon a bar. "Why don't we get a drink and loosen up a little?" I suggested.

"Sounds good," they agreed, in unison.

The bar was pretty packed, so I asked what they wanted and tried to wedge my way towards the bar. When I returned to them with the drinks, they were deep in conversation, giggling like schoolgirls. After a few sips of her white wine, Murna exclaimed, "I want to dance; Becky will you dance with me?" Without awaiting her reply, Murna took Becky's hand and pulled her to the dance floor. 

I stayed back and watched, and before long, I noticed there were plenty of others watching as well. The two of them were dancing very suggestively, rubbing up against each other's bodies, as well as anyone else around them. At the end of a particularly sexy song, Murna dipped Becky and ran her tongue over her throat as she pulled her back up towards her. As Murna pulled her up, Becky leaned in towards her new friend and returned the favor by running her tongue over Murna's ear. She then said something into her ear, and the two of them headed back over to me. Becky took my hand and nearly dragged me out of the bar. 

Murna led us to her apartment building. We trudged up three flights of stairs to her third-floor apartment. She opened the door and showed us in. The apartment wasn't anything special. It was sparsely decorated and somewhat aged. "Make yourselves comfortable, I'll be right with you." Murna said, as she nodded to a side door. We opened the door to find her bedroom. It was very simple, a dresser, and a couple of mattresses piled up on the floor. Murna followed close behind us with a box of matches, and then began lighting the many candles that littered the room.