My wife and I had a date night, and we were running early after dinner. Instead of throwing away a good night to rush home when we had a sitter, we decided to hit the nice cocktail bar on the way home.

While sitting at the bar, I started to pick-up some conversation from the guy sitting next to me. As I was turned to face my wife, it was really more like he was behind me.

But I started to hearing him say things like "You think you're so fucking funny?", "Wow, it must suck to be as stupid as you", but it was when he said "You're just an ugly person... an ugly bitch" I had to turn. On the other side of him were two women that didn't appear to be with him, but the way he was facing them it was tough to tell.

I leaned back and caught one of the women's eyes and asked if he was with them, and she said no, but he had tried to join them.

"Sir, I've heard the things you're saying to these women and it's very inappropriate. I think it's best that you should apologize, and probably leave."

At that time, the bartender was standing in front of us and the guy tried to argue, telling me to mind my "own fucking business." When he stood up, I stood up. I'm not a tall man, but I'm a dad bod type: used to work out a lot, and now have a some extra padding over what I hope is some remaining muscle. But I fill out a shirt pretty well, and was definitely bigger than him. He thought about it for second, threw some money on the bar, and was then walked out by the manager that had been flagged over.

The women thanked me, and then the bartender told me that our round of drinks was on the house. We finished our drinks and got in the car. Almost immediately, my wife grabbed my hand and put it up my skirt.

"That was so fucking hot. I've been wet from the moment you corrected that guy."

She was wet, so I rubbed her pussy over her panties, and then pushed them to the side and slid in a finger.

"Just fucking drive."

She leaned over and unzipped my pants, and my cock was in her mouth before we even left the parking lot.

While at a stop light, she looked up at me and said, "Do you think you can cum before we get to the house?"

We've always had a deal that the faster I cum from blow jobs, the more often I get them. As a result, I've almost "trained" my body to nut quickly from getting head. The bar to our house is MAYBE four minutes. I pulled into the garage, kept my foot on the brake, because she was leaning across the gearshift, and let her know I was cumming. She didn't stop, and sucked every last drop.

She sat up, shimmied off her panties, wiped her mouth, and then put them in my coat pocket.

"Lets go pay the babysitter."