A Nightout with the Wife

There we were. Just like every other Friday night since as far back as I can remember all we do is sit around watching TV. It's not like back when we were dating though. Were both a bit older, bigger, and have the kids to worry about, but this weekend it's just us. The kids are at sleepovers, and we're alone at seven on a Friday.

"Let's go do something." I say breaking the silence.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Let's go shoot darts or something? Let's just do something different. Let ourselves go for a change. Let's have fun."

"Okay, but let's not stay out too late okay? It's been a long day."

I agree, and I go get ready. I wear jeans and a tee shirt, and then she walks out. She looks great in a purple sweater with a vee neckline that stops perfectly to show that the cleavage is there without showing it, and hugs just nice around her D cup chest. She's wearing her black stretch pants which are snug around her rather large ass. He long brown hair combed so nice, and the minimalist of make up accentuating her beautiful face. I take in her five one frame, and she looks ravishing to me. Her big belly, and large ass make the years of extra weight look good on her. I never liked big girl, but this three hundred pounder is pound-able.

I'm no prize myself anymore. I'm five eight, two hundred and fifty pounds. I have short black hair and keep a full beard. My hair has a few grays, and my beard has a few blacks. My stomach isn't flat like when I was a teen. I change shirts into a maroon button down since she's dressed so nice.

"I think we're over dressed for shooting darts at the bar, but you look too good and I wouldn't want you to change."

"Just make sure you have some money." She says walking past me.

I follow her, and hold the door as she gets in the car. Then I drive to a nearby tavern. I see that's it's pretty crowded so I ask if she wants to do this, and she says that we're here so we'll make the most of it. When we get in it's noisy and crowded reminding me why I don't go to bars. I hold her hand so we don't lose each other as I find a place to sit. There's only one chair so I sit her before making my way to the bar for drinks.

She's sitting there peacefully when I return to hand her the drink. I look around seeing two dart machines, and both are being used. One is close to the end of the game so I leave her to check out the board. I set my money on the machine to claim the next game before returning to her. Her drink is gone so I buy her another.

"You took care of that last one fast."

"Well, you left me surrounded by I don't know how many stinking guys. What else did you expect me to do?" She says and then thinks about it. "Don't answer perv."

"I would have said to say hello, but I see where your mind is. Their game is just about done let's head over to the board."

I lead her to the board by the hand, and we stand there waiting as the four guys finish their game. I ask them for the bar darts so we can play, and one of the guys, a twenty something hippy takes the darts off the table before I can grab them.

"Our board. We won so you have to play us for control of the machine."

"How about you let my wife and I play, and then you can have it back?"

"There's two of us, and two of you. We'll play couples."

I look at her questioningly.

"We came here to shoot darts let's just shoot the damn darts."

"Okay then. My machine, my game. We play Cricket for control." he says smiling.

He and one of his friends get up from the table introducing themselves.

The hippy says his name is Jack. He's about five seven or so with a skinny frame, and a trimmed beard and short brown hair. His friend says his name is Ben, and he's six foot something with shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes, and a square jaw. He looks very toned, and rugged for a twenty something guy.

"I'm Bob, and this is my wife Michele." I say shaking their hands.

They both smile cordially as they shake my hand, and then grin as they take my wife's hand kissing it on top as they say that the pleasure is all theirs. Jack puts the money in choosing the game, and we begin to shoot. I go first trying to knock the rust off my throwing arm. I don't hit much of anything.

"It's been a couple of decades give me a break." I laugh.

Ben shoots next hitting three out of three to score and close one of the numbers. Then my wife shoots hitting everything but the board.

"Sorry." She says as I pick up the darts from the floor.

Jack shoots scoring well, and then I go again. I hit good scoring some points. Again Ben shoots closing another number.

"Don't cut us a break or anything." I joke.

"I won't old man." he says smugly.

My wife tosses the dart all over again giving me something to pick up. Jack shoots scoring well again.

"I don't think they want to give up the board." I say to her.

"That's okay. We're playing anyway." She says finishing he drink.

I shoot my turn doing fairly well, and then I go to get her a refill. When I get back Ben is showing her how to shoot. She tries, and at least hits the board.

"Well that helped some." I say to her.

"Yeah. They really aren't that bad of guys when you talk with them."

I take my turn seeing both Jack and Ben talking and smiling with her. The Ben comes up tossing three quick darts shooting not so good.

"There. I gave you a chance, but that's because she asked."

When she went she hit some numbers for once, and then the rotation went on with them talking to her non stop. Even when I'm standing there it's as though they don't know I'm even there. I see my wife smiling and laughing so I'm just glad she's having a good time. By the end of the game Ben is right against her back holding her arm straight showing her how to throw. Needless to say they win. Easily.

"Shall we get going then, or would you like another drink?" I ask her.

"Get her another one." Jack tells me. "I'm going to play just her and I. If that's okay with you pretty lady?"

"I guess. That's okay right hon?" She asks me.

"It's up to you babe. If you want to go we can go. Otherwise paly another one."

"Okay. It's early yet. I'll play another one." She announces.

I go up to get her another drink, and when I return Jack is doing the same as Ben had done to help her throw better. It doesn't help. She never could throw a dart.

"How's the game?" I ask her after her turn.

"I'm losing."

"Yeah, but are you having fun?"

"Yeah. I am." She kisses me on the cheek as she gets up to take her turn.

I watch as Ben returns with three shot glasses. He hands one to Jack, one to my wife, and keeps the last one for himself.

"Sorry old man, the lady says you're driving."

He's right, and that's why I haven't been drinking. I wonder who's driving them? I watch as they take their shots, and return to the game. Ben takes the empty shot glasses to the bar, and returns with them full.

"Are you going to be okay?" I ask after she drinks the second shot. "It's been a long time since you've drank like this you know."

"I'll be fine. I'm having fun."

I sit back watching as Jack and Ben fawn all over her. She's had esteem issues since gaining all the weight so I'm glad to see her getting some attention. They finally finish their game four shots, and an hour later. I know my wife is drunk. She doesn't stagger or slur her words, but she does get very talkative and happy. I see her yapping away and laughing a lot. I'm sure the shots have hit her.

"They want to go to a different bar. One that's quieter. I want to go." She says to me.

"It's getting late babe."

"So. I want to go."

"Alright, but you were the one that said you didn't want to stay out late. Let's go then."

"Thank you dear." She says smiling as she kisses me on the cheek again.

We follow them to a bar across town that looks pretty dead. She talks on and on about how she couldn't shoot no matter what she tried the entire way. I see only a handful of cars as we pull in. Jack parks his little Honda hatchback, and I watch Ben get out. I wonder how he even fit in there. There's less than a dozen people inside when we walk in, and we sit at a table adjacent the bar. I go to the bathroom, and then see that my wife has a drink when I return.

"Ben bought me one. You don't mind, do you?"

"Nope. Cheaper for us."

Jack and Ben walk away to check out some board behind the bar, and I take the opportunity to talk candidly with my wife.

"You know they aren't buying you all these drinks for nothing. They're going to expect payback from you."

"Then my sweet husband will have to protect my honor won't he?"

"Just be careful babe." I warn as they return.

"Are you two still okay?" Jack asks as he sits on the opposite side of her.

"Yeah. My hubby's a little jealous, but I told him that you two are good guys. You are right?"

"You don't have anything to worry about old man." Ben says to me. "It's all fun."

"If you say so stretch." Snap back. "And I'm not jealous. Just curious why the two of you are pouring drinks down my wife's throat when she's almost twice your age."

"She's great company guy." Jack says. "We're not making her do anything she doesn't want to do. So just chill. Let's have fun, and not get all emotional."

"As long as we agree it just fun, and nothing else we're good."

"Well, we're good then." Ben state emphatically. "Let's shoot some pool. You buy old man. I'll get the next one."

I get up going to the pool table putting my money in. I watch as Ben sit in my chair so they are on both sides of my wife leaning in close as they talk over the music. I rack the balls, and Jack breaks. He's a lot less proficient on the table as he is on the board. I take a turn dropping three solids. Ben shoots dropping one stripe before scratching. My wife goes last shooting like she throws darts. She hits nothing. No a single ball. On a table full of balls she got around all of them.

"You really know how to get around balls." Jack jokes as he takes his turn.

"Only the useful ones." She snaps back.

He misses, and I sink a few more before missing. Ben sinks one more before missing, and then I stand there as my wife shoots. Jack and Ben stand beside me, and the first thing I notice is that I can see nicely down her shirt as she bends over the table. I can see her breasts swaying in her white bra as she shoots. Then it occurs to me that they can see the same thing I am. I look at them to see, and sure enough they're looking. I don't know of any man that wouldn't so I just feel a sense of pride.

Jack shoots sinking two balls, and then I sink all of the solids except the eight ball. They still have a few on the table when Ben misses. Again we stand there getting an eyeful of my wife as she takes her turn. She of course knocks in a stripe helping them out.

"How about we make a little wager here?" Jack says as Ben delivers more shots. "If we win you have to come to my place tonight for an after bar. If you win I'll buy you the next drink."

My wife holds up her empty glass telling me that she's out. The eight ball is inches from where I need to put it, and they still have a table full of balls so I take the bet. Then I stand in awe as he drops every single ball on the table including the eight.

"You just got hustled baby." My wife laughs. "I still need a drink."

I set my cue down, and get her another drink. When I get back Ben is on her right side and Jack is on her left. I sit across from her sliding her drink across the table. They talk in her ear, and I can't really understand what they're saying over the music. When a slow song comes O Jack takes her out on the dance floor. They're the only ones out ther so I can watch closely. She laughs as he talk in her ear more. His hands stay on her waist where they should be, and they just sway back and forth. When the song is done they return. I see six shots sitting on the table. Ben puts two in front of each of them saying that it's last call. I watch as Ben holds her by placing his hand between her shoulder blades as she tips them both back.

"Let's head to my place then." Jack announces.

I get up, and help her to her feet. She swats my hand away telling me that she can do it herself.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You're pretty drunk." I ask.

"No dear I'm hardly drunk at all. Those shots were pretty weak."

She stumbles a little as she walks making me wonder how drunk she is. I open the car door for her, and then we follow Jack once more. She goes on about work and the kids as we drive. Before long we pull into a short driveway on a quiet street. There's a ranch style house with blue siding and a two column covered porch.

"Welcome to my humble abode." Jack announces. "Let's go in, and have some fun."

I hold her hand as we walk in behind Jack and Ben. We walk into a living room with a matching black suede sofa and recliner. I see two glass end tables with brass trim and a matching coffee table. To my right is a coat closet, and to the back left it the entry into the kitchen and a hallway.

"Bathroom is the first door to the right down the hall, and I'll go make some drinks." Jack says.

My wife heads to the bathroom while Ben and I sit with me on the couch, and him in the chair. Jack brings out three drinks, and asks me what I'd like. I accept a water, and they chat between themselves as Jack chooses some music to play until my wife returns. She sits beside me on the couch, and Ben hands her a drink.

"I love that bathroom. He's got a black whirlpool tub, and a separate matching walk in shower. Both have brass fixtures, and the shower is the rain style that I like."

"So you rate it an A?" Jack asks. "I hope so. That bathroom cost me a mint."

"Most importantly was the toilet comfortable?" Ben jokes.

"Sat like a throne." She laughs.

Then the music starts, and Jack sits opposite of her. We all talk, but it's mostly them and her. Their question quickly turn to sex, and she answers every one of them. When Ben suggests poker I decline citing money.

"Well, you don't have money, but we could make it interesting anyway. How about we bet for clothes?" Ben asks talking to my wife. "It won't cost anything, and everything will be returned after the game."

"I don't know. What do you think dear?"

"What do you want to do?"

"You did say you wanted to do something different and let ourselves go tonight."

"You're the one that's uncomfortable naked so I think you should make the decision."

"Come on. Your sexy girl. Let's do this." Jack goads.

"Okay, but I'm not that good at poker so be nice."

I'm shocked by her answer since she doesn't even let me see her naked hardly. Jack leads us into the kitchen where it's lighter, and I see his wooden table with light finish and matching chairs with a patio door opposite the enty to the kitchen. The furniture matches the cupboards which circle half the room with a counter splitting the room between sitting and cooking areas. Ben sets a deck of cards on the table as we sit. I park by the patio door, my wife to my left, Jack across from me, and Ben to my right. Ben closes the blinds before he begins to deal.

I do fairly well with a pair of fives. I try to explain how it works to her, but she doesn't get it. Then the other two try to tell her, and she says she gets it finally.

"Okay here's how we'll do this, call out what you're putting up for a bet, and then at the end you have to give it to the winner. I call my sock. Ben?"

"Same."

"Same." I say.

"That's not fair. I'm not wearing socks." She says.

"Yeah, but we're not wearing bras." Jack answers.

"Then your socks have to count as one."

"That's fair I guess." And we all agree.

"So what do you bet?" Ben asks.

"I guess my pants."

"Okay, discards?"

Jack, Ben, and I toss all but two. My wife stays.

"Okay. Do you want to up the ante, or just lay?" Jack asks me.

"Let's lay."

"There it is then. Let's get laid." He jokes as he lays down his cards.

I see a pair of queens. Ben lays down showing a bust, I lay my fives, and my wife drops three nines.

"Damn Michele. You smoked us on that one." Ben laughs as he tosses his socks at her.

We all do the same as Ben deals again.

"Shirt." Jack calls.

Ben and I both agree, and my wife says pants again. We take our cards, discard, and lay. Jack wins with a pair of eights, and we all watch as my wife stands up peeling her pants down revealing her leopard print bikini cut underwear.

"Very nice." Ben quips as she hands over her pants.

Then he deals again.

Jack says pants, I say pants, Ben calls shirt, and my wife calls shirt. Jack wins, and I keep my wallet tossing my pants over to him. Then we all stare as my wife slowly peels her sweater up over her head. We can all see her plump breasts in her bra, and there's no hiding the cleavage now.

"Damn you're one sexy woman." Jack sighs.

The next round I'm down to calling underwear. Jack calls pants, Ben shirt, and my wife stammers a bit.

"You can stop now." Jack says reassuring her. "Otherwise make your bet."

"Bra I guess."

I win with three of a kind. Then I get clothes tossed at me before we all watch to see if she'll do it.

"You don't have to stare." She tells us.

"We're always staring." Jack assures her. "But right now you're just noticing it."

"We're also curious to see those sexy boobs of yours." Ben adds.

She sighs, and pulls her bra up over her head before tossing it to me. Then she sits there topless covering herself with her arms. Ben deals again. She sighs again when she has to bet her underwear since it's all she has. I bet the same, and they make their bets. She wins, and I'm out of clothes so I sit there naked. On the next round she isn't so lucky. We all watch as she nervously peels her underwear off tossing them to Jack hitting him in the face.

"The last time I had that it costed me a dollar bill." He jokes.

"Well they're out of clothes so I guess the fun's over." Ben says. "Too bad. It's a great view."

"Well, can't we keep playing then?" My wife asks.

"It's no fun if there's nothing to bet." Jack answers.

"What else is there to bet?" She asks them.

"I can think of a few things, but your husband wouldn't like them." Jack says coyly.

"Like what?" She presses.

"I'd love to touch them boobs, and I'm sure Ben wouldn't mind either."

"Would you get mad if I bet that hon? It's just touching."

"That's entirely up to you. Do anything you feel comfortable doing." I answer.

"We're doing different tonight so let's do it."

Ben has the cards dealt in record time. She again loses. I watch as she sits back with her arms to her side. Jack stands to her left and Ben to her right, and I watch as they caress her breasts for a few minutes before they sit down.

"Lady those are perfect." Ben compliments. "Old man you're one lucky guy."

"You want to bet again?" She asks.

Jack answers right away, "Yes, but let's up the ante."

"Okay. Let's." She says without hearing the bets.

"We get to suck on them if you lose." Jack finishes.

Ben deals, and she loses again. They take their places crouching beside her. I watch as they suck her nipples in unison. I see her eyes close telling me that she's liking it. After about five minutes they stop, and sit back down.

"Damn. It's hot in here." She says smiling and looking at me.

I smile back, and she tells Ben to deal again.

"What's the bet?" He asks.

"More of that?" She offers.

"How about all or nothing?" He counters.

"What do you mean?"

"If it's okay with you husband that is."

"It's her choice." I answer.

"Okay. If you win you get all of our clothes. Both mine and Jack's."

"And if I don't win?"

"I get you. On this table."

"So you want to have sex with me?"

"Hell yes."

"I don't know. I've never done this before. It's just so weird. You're half my age and I don't really know you."