My wife’s jealous dance with a stranger made me harder than I’ve been in years

My wife and I went to Coyote Ugly and it turned into one of the hottest nights we’ve had in a long time.

The place was packed and loud. Girls dancing on the bar, music thumping, people cheering and drinking. From the second we walked in we were both wound up. My wife looked amazing in this short dress that kept riding up when she moved. I couldn’t stop staring at her. Every time our eyes met across the crowd I could tell she was thinking the same dirty things I was.

At one point I ended up at the bar talking to one of the bartenders. She was friendly and flirty in that Coyote Ugly way, leaning over the bar and laughing at something I said. I wasn’t really trying to hit on her, but I wasn’t shutting it down either. My wife noticed. I saw her watching us from a few feet away. Her expression changed. She looked jealous as hell, but there was something else in her eyes too. She didn’t come over and pull me away. Instead she grabbed some random guy nearby and started dancing with him right where I could see.

I couldn’t look away. She pressed her body right up against him, her back to his chest at first, rolling her hips slowly to the music. His hands settled on her waist and she didn’t push them off. She even reached back and put one of her hands over his, like she was showing him it was okay. Then she turned around to face him, still moving close, her chest almost touching his. She looked over his shoulder straight at me a few times, holding eye contact while she ground against him. Her face wasn’t angry anymore. She looked turned on. Her lips were slightly parted and she kept biting the bottom one. At one point she leaned in and said something in his ear that made him smile and pull her tighter. I could see his hands slide a little lower on her hips. She let him. She kept dancing like that for several songs, never once looking embarrassed or like she wanted to stop. Every time our eyes met I felt this mix of jealousy and heat that made my cock throb in my jeans. Part of me wanted to walk over and take her back. Another part of me just wanted to keep watching her move on him.

We lasted maybe another ten or fifteen minutes before we both decided we needed to get out of there. We didn’t even finish our drinks. We just looked at each other, nodded, and headed for the door.

Outside in the parking lot we didn’t even make it to the curb before we were all over each other. I pushed her up against the side of a parked car and kissed her hard. She kissed me back just as rough, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me closer.

“You liked watching me with him, didn’t you?” she whispered against my mouth.

“Fuck yes,” I said.

My hands were under her dress in seconds, squeezing her ass and sliding up her thighs. She was already wet. She reached down and rubbed the front of my jeans, feeling how hard I was. We stayed like that, making out and groping each other in the dark, until the Uber notification popped up on my phone.

When the car pulled up we forced ourselves to stop and climb in the back seat. The second the door shut and the driver started moving, we were at it again. My wife pulled the top of her dress down so her tits were out. I leaned over and sucked on one while my hand went back between her legs. She unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, and started stroking me right there in the dark. We tried to keep our movements small so the driver wouldn’t notice in the mirror. Every time the car hit a bump or turned a corner it just made it hotter. She was quietly gasping every time I rubbed her the right way. I had one hand on her breast and the other working between her thighs while she kept a steady grip on my cock, sliding her hand up and down.

We stayed like that the whole ride. By the time we got close to the motel I was leaking onto her fingers and she was soaked. Neither of us wanted to stop.

When the Uber finally pulled up in front of the motel we barely waited for it to stop. We got out with her dress still pulled down and my cock still hanging out of my pants. We didn’t even bother fixing ourselves. We just grabbed each other and hurried across the little parking lot toward our room, laughing and trying not to look completely obvious. The second the motel door closed behind us we were on each other again.

Best night in a long time. Still thinking about how hard I got watching her with that guy.

Has anyone else felt this mix of jealousy and being turned on at the same time?

Is it normal that I liked watching her that much?

Should we talk about taking it further next time, or is this already a lot?

Curious what you all think.