My husband and I planned a thrilling experience

My husband and I were discussing our fantasies earlier this week, including an incident where I revealed myself to his best friend. We wanted to plan another thrilling experience. I mentioned dressing up attractively, but I doubted anyone would pay attention to me, saying I’m just an ordinary mother.

 My husband disagreed, insisting that men would be drawn to me at a bar. We made a bet  if I got approached, I’d pleasure him in the car on the way home if not, he’d buy me new boots. We chose Friday night at a lively bar 30 minutes away, popular with business travelers.

We selected a red dress with a high slit to display my leg and a sparkling red Victoria’s Secret thong. We agreed on no strict boundaries since it was a public setting touching and even ki$$ing were fine. My husband would observe from nearby and intervene if necessary. I was anxious but doubted anyone would approach me, so I consented On Friday, I felt surprisingly confident in my outfit. I entered the bar alone, sat at the counter, and my husband took a table close by. I positioned myself to show some leg through the dress’s slit. After a few minutes, I started chatting with a couple nearby, feeling unnoticed by men. Then a 32 year old man, tall and very fit, asked to sit beside me. He was in town for work and, truthfully, very handsome. We talked, and he offered to buy me a tequila. I realized I’d lost the bet, but my husband didn’t step in, so I continued After about 20 minutes and another drink, he moved closer, touching my arm and shoulder. When I playfully tapped his leg, he placed his hand on my thigh, just above my knee. He kept it there, then began rubbing gently. He was charming and amusing, so I allowed it. 

Over the next few minutes, his hand moved higher up my thigh. I was tipsy and enjoying it more than I anticipated. I glanced at my husband, who smiled, clearly approving. I was ar@used, feeling my underwe@r w*t Emboldened by the drinks, I rubbed his upper thigh after laughing at his joke. He smirked and guided my hand higher until I felt his er*ction through his trousers. It seemed large. I hesitated briefly, nervous, but he gently returned my hand, and I continued. We locked eyes intensely. His hand slid up my dress, his pinky brushing my underwe@r. I wanted him to continue, but I panicked, worried he’d notice my arous@l. I gently moved his hand away, stood, ki$$ed his cheek, and said goodnight.

I hurried to the car, feeling flustered. My husband joined me, thrilled, saying it was the most exciting thing he’d seen. He asked why I stopped, and I admitted I touched the man’s er@ction and got nervous. In the car, I was so arous*d that I leaned over, unzipped my husband’s trousers, and p@ssionately pl*asured him. I teased him, then went deeper, driving him wild. He pulled into a supermarket parking lot, and I removed my underwe@r and top, revealing my bre@sts. We had incredible car s*x right there.

When we got home, my underwe@r was completely soaked, and I took a photo because it felt so exhilarating. We both definitely won that bet.