But he put his hand in the center of my back and pushed down slightly. Hmmm, normally not the submissive type but I knew he loved it when I let him do...as he wanted.As he held me in place I took anther sip of the drink, vodka and tea. Not my usual drink and he had some already, but I was not complaining as I felt his hand then move down to caress my bottom. The red leather skirt I had on fit perfectly, and his hand felt wonderful. First my ass, caressing each globe, then easing down lower.. She loves to flaunt him too. Dressing him in formal wear and letting him look available at the bar, before whisking him away from the women he attracts. She loves having him play the suave James Bond type. These evenings are the perfect mix of erotic romance. Of course, Hubby has one function to fulfill which he does ‘masterfully’ according to her. So the word ‘gigolo’ is an apt term, which I find intriguing. Other then these romantic rendezvous, they might see each other once between these. We talked about other things for a while, Rose’s gardening efforts, Susan’s latest financial accomplishments, Mary’s crazy t-shirts, small, normal, comfortable things. I was starting to feel like good old Sarah again, when Mary suddenly sat straight up and smiled widely, the way only she could smile, with a twinkle in her eyes telling us that she’d just thought of something wildly funny. ‘You know, there’s the solution to all of your problems, Sarah’ she said with an even wider smile. ‘If you. We ordered wine, and after a few glasses my wife spread her legs a little. The man sitting by us looked straight at her pussy. I told her that he was checking her out and she spread her leggs a little more. I could tell he could see my wife's pussy, because he wasnt hardly looking at his wife. After we ate, and was getting in the car, my wife looked at me and said,"THAT MADE ME HORNY AS HELL". I reached over and put my hand on her pussy. It was dripping wet. "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME NOW", she.