My wife at the diner - CuckoldPlace.com

My wife had been to a morning meeting of a not for profit group she is on the board of. I was to meet her and some friends for breakfast at a diner. When I got there they had already filled a booth for six so I sat at a booth across the aisle sort of facing my wife where I could still see and chat with her. She was in the middle of her bench, seated between one of the other women and I man I hadn't seen before, Dan I learned later. I had to lean forward to chat with them and had a clear view of the knees and feet under the table. As it was hot out many of the people , my wife and the man included wore shorts. I noticed that while my wife was seated politely away from her seatmates above the table below was quite a diffferent story. Dan was sitting with his butt sort of in the corner so his legs angled out towards my wife's. I saw their knees bump and they looked at eachother and smiled briehfly as they pulled back slightly. The bumps became a bit more frequent and they stopped acknowleging them. Pretty soon their knees just rested together and they started to exchange sly looks as the conversation went on around them. He shifted his foot so that just the hairs on his calf touched my wife's calf. She slid her leg towards him and they made firm skin on skin contact from knee to ankle. I stood up to go to the restroom and briefly saw further down. They had both slipped out of their neighboring shoes and his instep wrapped around her heel. The longer length of his foot and the angle allowed him to have his toes almost on top of hers with his big toe pushing into the space between her big toe and the next one along.

When I returned and sat down they had shifted slighly, now their thighs were also together and his hand was casually on his own knee quite close to hers. His hand made the leap from his knee to hers and her hand went ahead of it to his knee. She then stretched a bit or so it seemed to people above the table but below the table she slid her hand up the inside of his thigh. As her hand was ahead of his their wrists clashed and she pushed his hand along up the inside of her thigh. She then returned her hand to the table top leaving his stranded at the lower edge of her short's leg hole. His wrist bent awkwardly as he tried to exploit the situation and he seemed about to try something else when my wife crossed her legs not in a ladylike manner but more like a man. Her thigh and calf now rested horizontally across his bare thigh and her legs were spread. I could see the edge of her panties through the now gaping leg hole. His hand easily went up that hole and played a moment with the elastic. Then his finger hooked underneath and ost of his hand went into her panties cupping her crotch. Her conversation bacame a little distracted then as the breakfast wore down. They disengaged as people stood up to go. I was introduced to Dan and he shook my hand with his moist scented one. He was nervous upon hearing who I was. He was amazed when I said to my wife, "Hon, he's new in town, why don't you take him for a ride around...show him the great view we have of the river out back. I have some work to do at the office" She smiled knowing as well as I did that one had to be on our second floor level bedroom deck to see the river.