Catherine and I had not been out socially for quite a long time as we had both been busy at work as well as attending to our usual responsibilities in and around the house and garden. “I need to get dressed up and we need go out somewhere nice” she said to me while we were relaxing over a glass of wine one evening. “I would like to go for a couple of drinks to a nice upmarket hotel and see what the evening brings” she added. “Sure”, I said, “tomorrow is Friday, that’s a good night to go out”. The next day, we arrived home from work, showered and got ready to go out. When she came out the bedroom I thought “Wow, she’s in one of her naughty moods”. She was wearing a short black skirt, matching jacket over a black lacy camisole top, black stockings, black high heels, lots of make-up and lots of jewellery. I had previously told her not to wear any underwear at all. I knew that without a bra her breasts would move more loosely and her nipples would rub on the inside of her top, making them hard and more obvious by forming small bumps under the thin material. I made certain that, as usual, she was not wearing any knickers as I know this makes her feel sexy, but also we may find ourselves in a situation where I want her to be easily accessible. “I want to have some naughty fun tonight” she said “And then when we get home you and I really need to have some big time sex”. “Sounds good to me” I replied, and so off we went to the hotel. “Let’s play a game” I said to Catherine. “You pretend to be a single woman on your own and see who approaches you”. I also told Catherine that for both of us to get the most enjoyment and pleasure from the evening she had to give the impression she was on her own and allow whoever approached her to come onto her, while I watched. She agreed that she would. Catherine went into the bar and sat in one of the cubicles against the wall and I followed a few seconds later and sat at the bar, close enough to see and hear what would be going on. Eventually a good looking man, a little younger than us came into the bar, saw Catherine and went over and started talking to her. A few seconds later he came over to the bar, bought two drinks and went back, sat down and resumed his conversation with her. After about ten minutes she glanced in my direction and gave me a smile to indicate that she and her new friend were getting on well and everything was alright. A few more drinks later, this guy had obviously started flirting with Catherine. I could sense she was slightly embarrassed, but nevertheless she was obviously enjoying the attention and responded, or maybe she was just getting hot, by undoing the top buttons on her jacket, showing off the lacy top of her camisole and the top of her cleavage. A short while later I could see under the table that her skirt had ridden up, not only showing the dark lace tops of her hold-up stockings, but also a tiny bit of her bare thigh, as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. The guy then put his hand on her knee, slowly moving it between her legs. Catherine remembered what I had said to her and did what I told her to do. She looked across at me and smiled and she parted her legs slightly, allowing him to move his hand up under her skirt and gradually ease it further up between her legs. As he moved his hand up above the tops of her stockings onto the bare flesh of her thighs, it must have been a very pleasant surprise for him to find out that she wasn’t wearing any knickers and that her pussy was so easily accessible, and which I knew, by now, would be getting very moist. She was now sitting with her legs open and I could see this guy’s arm slowly moving back and forth as he was obviously now feeling and arousing her with his fingers under the table. Again she looked across and smiled at me, obviously enjoying what this guy was doing to her, but also enjoying me watching her being aroused by someone else. “She’s going to be very wet and ready for me when we get home” I thought. About a minute or two later she leaned back against the backrest of the seat, her breathing started to deepen, her lips pouted and her body shook. “He’s just made her come” I thought. She looked across at me and smiled again, obviously having really enjoyed what this stranger had just done to her. The guy then got up and excused himself and headed towards the toilets. Catherine then took the opportunity while he was away to slide off the seat and out of the cubicle and came up to me, “Come on darling, let’s go, I really need you now”, she said. With that we quickly left the bar before the guy came back. We were both so horny we couldn’t wait to get home and I spent most of the night fucking her senseless while reliving the scene in the hotel bar in my head. The next morning I asked her if she had enjoyed herself. “That was a wonderful evening”, said Catherine. “I got dressed up and we went out together to a nice hotel and had a few drinks. I did what you told me to do and you watched me while I was made to have an orgasm by a complete stranger, and then we came home and I had great sex all night with my wonderful lover. We really must do that again.” “If it makes you as randy as it did last night, then we most certainly will”, I replied. “Maybe next time we’ll stay a bit longer to see what happens”, she said with a wry smile. “Well, if you get approached by someone who is staying in the hotel and you respond like you did last night, he will probably want to invite you back to his room”, I said. “Yes, he probably will”, Catherine replied, “But….. then what will I do ? ”, she asked. “Well, then I would have to come over and explain the situation to him”, I said, “And tell him that we are together”. “However by then we would all be feeling very aroused, so I’m sure he would still be agreeable to both of us going back to his room as it would certainly be a very good opportunity for both of us to enjoy you ! ”. “Mmmmm, that might be nice”, said Catherine.