Adultery A Paragon of Virtue by arya007

[sarit11]

Denise stood up, walked out in front of our table in plain sight of Table 22 and tugged the tight black miniskirt up to her hips. Underneath the skirt, she work transparent, black panties. She turned through 360 degrees to allow the men to see her from all angles. When her back was toward them, she bent over and thrust her ass toward their table. All of her sexy ass was visible through the thin panties.

I answered the next call. "Tell your wife to take out her tits. We want to see them. We're at Table 15."

I relayed the command to Denise who promptly walked toward Table 15 and pulled the red top down allowing both tits to tumble out. She arched her back and thrust the huge melons at the men.

"Isn't this just incredibly hot?", she whispered when she returned to our table, her tits still out.

"You're wife has incredibly beautiful breasts", Preston Schandel remarked as he stood beside our table examining Denise's exposed tits. "Her nipples get exceptionally hard, don't they?"

"Every time she takes them out in a night club they get that way", I joked.

But Schandel didn't laugh. He just nodded while continuing to stare at my wife, not only at her tits, but at everything. "I think you have the wrong color on your lantern. Denise, don't you think you have the wrong color on your table light?"

I could swear that I saw my wife arch her shoulders back and thrust her bare tits at the CEO. "I'm sure we do. I should be red."

"I agree fully", said Schandel as he flicked the switch. The blue faded to be replaced by a bright red. "There. That's better. I'll see you both later. Enjoy yourselves."

As soon as Schandel walked away, the phone rang. Denise picked it up and listened. "I understand. I'll be right there."

"What is it?", I asked.

"I've been told to come to Table 13."

"What for? Are you going?"

"Our light is red now. I don't have any choice." She walked away toward Table 13. I followed.

At the table, a blonde woman rose to meet her. "Put your hands behind your back", I heard her say. Denise obeyed. I watched the blonde wrap velcro straps about her wrists and then bind them together with another velcro strap. "These men would like to dance with you."

My wife nodded and a large man stepped out of the shadows and led her toward the dance floor. It was Eric Heaven.