On the big night, we pick up the other couple, driving in a brand new company car. The man is probably in his mid 40s and his trophy wife is perhaps the same age as Donna and me. Each of the ladies wears a coat over her topless splendor. Each of the ladies also makes a production of getting into the car, managing the difficult feat of being very modest and embarrassed while still managing to expose herself accidentally. The ladies chatter excitedly as I drive us to the restaurant.

When we get to the restaurant, I'm a bit surprised that both ladies leave their coats in the car and strut across the parking lot topless! When we get into the restaurant, we're greeted and shown to our seats with no indication that anything's out of the ordinary. As we walk to our seats, past the other diners, of course every lady in the place is topless.

The supper itself is interesting. As I had expected, the other guy manages to 'accidentally' brush his hand across my wife's tit. However, his trophy wife sees that I also get even more, 'accidental contact' in return.

Through drinks and supper no one at our table is so crude as to actually talk about tits. However there's really no other topic of conversation. Donna's nipples are at attention throughout the supper. The big surprise for me is that the other lady is also similarly aroused. I had thought that the other couple were 'old pros' and that Donna and I were the young innocents.

Apparently, there's something about being topless that affects a lady's bladder. Both ladies go to the ladies room several times, performing jiggly little struts down the aisles. The other ladies in the restaurant seem to have the same problem and the customer and I get to evaluate a lot of tits during the supper.

During the wives' scenic trips to the ladies room, I get a chance to talk privately to the customer. I'm surprised to find that this is the first trip to a topless restaurant for he and his wife. The little business we discuss is very general and he indicates that the real discussions will be done, 'at a higher level.' (I begin to suspect that the trip really isn't so much about business, as it is maybe a reward for the customer. Perhaps a way to spice up the customer's sex life.)

The ladies return from yet another trip to the ladies room with a report. They have been ogled and leered at by some cad! They are, naturally, indignant and the spirit of 'stop it some more!' is in the air. I think we could have cleared the table and fucked each others wife right there with no protest from the ladies. However, sanity rears it's ugly head.

We finish supper, I pay the bill plus tip, and we escort our topless ladies back to the car. It's a parade, not just an exit! Each lady makes damn sure that anyone who cares to look gets a jiggle show. Even the parking lot guy gets the full show.

The ladies do put their coats back on before we start back. (They do the reverse strip right out in the parking lot, before they get back in the car.)

When we get back to their hotel it's suddenly a bit awkward. I park the car and we walk into the hotel lobby. I thought that the guy and his wife might invite us up to their room, but there are apparently too many people around and we just finally say goodnight.

As my wife and I drive home, Donna asks me how I had liked, 'the supper.'

"It was a spectacular show! However, the other couple was just the scouts. There will be another supper."

Donna just lets her coat fall open a bit, arches her back and says, "That's what the other lady said! Since it's for customers, I'll need some new clothes."

So much for my worries about talking Donna into another topless supper.