I was alone in the men's room at a club.
Washing my hands.
Early evening and the place was not yet crowded.
My wife burst in. She pulled up her tight miniskirt.
She never wore panties.
She grabbed the sink and pointed her ass up while situating her legs apart.
"I've been getting wet thinking about this all week.
Not in a stall, but right here. We get caught.. oh well."
We didn't get caught.
We returned to the table where best friend had been left working on his beer.
He grinned.
"Get caught?"
My wife giggled and shook her head.
"So he put you up to this?" I said
She nodded again.
"I didn't exactly discourage her," he grinned.
It WAS pretty hot and I'd cum fast and filled my wife's cunt up.
I knew she was probably leaking as we spoke.
She looked at me, trying to read the look on my face.
"What're you thinking?" she poked at me.
I nodded towards my friend.
"His turn now, donja think?"
My wife's eyes went wide.
"God, really?
Oh, that makes me wet all over again!"
She hurried off, my friend in tow.
They returned in a few minutes.
He was misty eyed.
She was beaming and giggling.
It was a good night.
That is a true story with a general improvisation of the actual conversation.