The SecretSide Fantasies - Letter Three

(This is the third letter in a series of letters exchanged by Mr. and Mrs. SecretSide, as we began revealing our fantasies to each other in our first steps towards the exploration of the Lifestyle) 

(To Mr. SecretSide from Mrs. SecretSide) 
 
Note: This letter was actually an amalgamation of both of our fantasies.  Mr. Secretside started it and then it was traded back and forth as we both added our own special….touches!

So… we finally make it out to the city.  We meet some friends for dinner and have a few drinks to relax.  The conversation is wonderful and stimulating, the food tastes even better than it smells and we just have a phenomenal time.  Though everyone else is ready to go home after our delicious evening, you and I are just getting started on OUR evening.  You tell me that you would love to go out for a few more drinks since we never make it out to the big city.  You are wearing a skirt (no panties) with a low cut shirt (which shows off your tits that I love so much) and black heels.

We say good night to everyone, and start walking down the street looking for a place with the right atmosphere.  A nice bar, kind of loungy (with couches and such), dim lights, good music (not to loud or obnoxious), and a good mix of people that are around our own age.  The first couple of places are not quite our scene.  Too loud, too much dancing, and too much of being “the scene”.  Finally we walk into a place with the perfect atmosphere (and a good looking crowd to boot).  As usual we take our place at the bar, order some drinks, continue our conversation, and start to look around and people watch.

The more you drink the hornier you get.  You continue to people watch and out of the corner of your eye, you can’t believe what you see.  There she is, or at least you could swear it’s her.  Savannah from your Caribbean escapade is here, in the same bar as you and I.  You are totally taken by surprise, memories of being with her flash through your mind.  She doesn’t see you at first, but then she glances in our direction and your eyes meet.  You both smile at each other and she begins to walk over to where we are sitting.

She looks as gorgeous as she did in the Caribbean, long tan legs, accentuated by her short skirt and high heels, and those perky tits behind her well fitted shirt.  She is just as surprised as you are that you are both actually in the same bar at the same time in one of the biggest cities in the world.  You both decide it must be fate that brought you both together again.  After talking for a while, she asks if you would be interested in going back to her apartment where it is quieter and more private. 

You look at me, then at her, and ask, “Would it be okay if my husband joined us?”  She replied, “Sure, that would be fun…..are you both ready to leave now?”  (You reveal to me later that the whole time we were all talking at the bar you were secretly hoping that she would invite you back to her place to “play” again). My smile is impish and I cannot wait to watch the two of you together, hoping secretly that I may have the opportunity to join in fun. (….to be continued)