At last, a chance for a date night. Tonight both children were staying with friends. I had raised the possibility for us to hit the town for a cocktail or two and my wife had jumped at the idea.
The weather was cooling and so we dressed for the chance that it might get cold that night. I had chosen simply with a pair of dress pants and casual shirt. My wife had selected an ankle-length silk skirt teamed with a fluffy tight light jumper. She had decided to give me a thrill and left all underwear in the cupboards - as had I.
As dusk arrived so did we at our first venue, only to find it fully booked and no chance for us to get in until late. We decided on another place that we often ate at. It had a simple menu that we both enjoyed and outside tables for us to take in the view and also be seen by passers-by.
I ordered light snacks for us and a bottle of wine and returned to sit beside my wife. She had found a table outside close to the door on a raised platform. She was facing the walkway and I positioned myself beside her. The food arrived and we sat and ate, sipping on the wine and enjoying the river view. People out for the night would walk past and smile; some would say hello as they moved on to their night out.
After finishing the meal I topped up our glasses and moved a bit closer to my wife. I grabbed her closest leg and motioned for her to rest it on mine. She gladly accepted my offer and soon I was running my hand up and down on the silk fabric. It was so smooth and sensual to the touch. After a few minutes, I adjusted the skirt to allow me direct access to her leg. In doing so, I pulled the skirt higher on her thigh hoping that it would open up an upskirt view for those walking past. Despite my efforts, this did not work out exactly as I had planned as the skirt was full enough to drape and protect her modesty.
We stayed there until finishing the wine and then walked back to the first venue which by now had emptied enough for us to get a table. We ordered cocktails and sat back to enjoy the music and river view. Another hour had passed and by this time the wine and cocktails had taken effect. We decided that we had better start heading towards home and left.
The walk along the river bank wandered through lovely gardens with thickets of bush and waterways. The paths were well lit and we felt quite safe. We stopped at a small viewing platform that looked out across a small pond to a grassy open area. There was a low rail to prevent people from falling into the pond which we leant against and started kissing.
The kissing was very intense and soon led to my hands wandering up her back. I slipped my hand under her jumper and started playing with her nipples and this only increased the passion in her responses. She reached for the zip on my trousers and soon had my cock free in her hand stroking me. By now I had lifted the jumper to expose a breast and alternating between sucking on a nipple and kissing her. I could tell that she was enjoying the moment and reached for the skirt. My hand was now between her legs. I had found her wet pussy and was teasing her clit while nibbling her nipple. By now she had both hands working my cock which I thought was going to explode but managed to hold off. I had her skirt lifted and held it with my other hand which was around her waist. Her top was also lifted to expose her breast.
She was totally exposed for anyone to see but enjoying herself so much that care was out the window. I was having the time of my life fingering her as she continued to stroke my cock when I looked over to the grassy area and saw a couple just standing staring at us. I wasn't sure if they were enjoying the show but it was such a thrill to know that they were there looking at us in a very intense moment.
My wife must have noticed them too, although she didn't stop immediately so unfortunately the moment was gone. We tidied up and headed on home.
Although nothing more was said that night or the next morning the talk of that night did come up again sometime later and we both agreed it was a very memorable night.
