Wife disappears
OK moving on from my last story when I spied Sara in her new underwear before heading out to her workplace's Christmas night out. She looked stunning in her all-black lacy underwear and as for the black seamed stockings, no wonder I had been rock hard and pumping. Anyhow off to the restaurant and let’s say the night was boring as feck, with us both getting the cold shoulder of the family.
Sara disappeared shortly after dessert to the restroom, not much in that I hear you say. Now the thing is she was gone for around twenty minutes or so. Knowing what she was wearing under her dress my mind was running riot. Was she in a stall rubbing one out or an admiring waiter slipping her a length? My mind was running riot the longer she was away. What a lather I was getting myself into.
I also loved the comments from others at the table as to where Sara was. I just wished I had had the balls to say I think she is rubbing out one in the toilets. After a while she came back and I said discreetly why have you been so long? She replied I had to make a few adjustments and redo my makeup. I still thought yeah right she has been masturbating so I whispered in her ear have you been fingering yourself in the restroom? Now that was not the usual language I use when speaking to my wife [drink kicking in] so she was slightly taken aback. She closed the conversation abruptly with, and wouldn’t you like to know and took a sip of her coffee and looked at me with total disdain. Well that’s me in a place. Final part of this story to follow when we get home.
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