Calientes en el Boliche

It was Saturday and although some friends had canceled our night at the last minute, my wife and I decided to go out anyway. She got dressed up in a provocative way as usual. A blouse that showed all her nipple rings, sometimes she'd have to warn me that you could see an aureola even though it didn't usually happen 😇 Underneath a red skirt and heels that barely left any space underneath mine. I was casual as usual, white shirt and jeans. The thing is that between drinks the situation got heated and we started dancing, then went back to the bar for more. The dance floor seemed like a can of sardines because it was so full. Literally one person stuck to another. We'd buy shots to go back to the middle of the dance floor and keep our intense party going. Between kisses I would grab her ass and she wouldn't hesitate to touch mine, in a game of who goes further she puts her hand under my pants sending me a signal to pull out my hand and caress her above her skirt. And she challenges me by saying: How did you get so worked up. To which I respond without looking away, grab my hand and put it inside her skirt but this time she's touching the front of her underwear and she looks at me fixedly with a mischievous smile biting her red lips and puts her hand in my boxers and grabs my dick, and says: You're so hard, little one. At some point I become aware of where we are. In the middle of a bowling alley surrounded by people. I start to suspect that some people may have noticed what was going on. She starts to give me head under my pants, I don't know if I should ask her to stop but at the same time I got really excited and all this while she's still looking at me with her eyes while lightly biting her red lips. Suddenly I feel someone touch my back, I turn around suddenly and it's a dude who asks us to kiss on the mouth, I didn't understand what he wanted but I decided to go along and kissed him. I blew my load at my girlfriend and noticed she was looking with a face like she was mentally masturbating or at least collecting information to have material for self-pleasure at home. Then, after leaving the bowling alley, we were walking through the city center, and I told her how much I had gotten excited about what happened inside the bowling alley, which made her look at me and put her hand in my pants as we walked down the street. She was strolling alongside me, although there wasn't a lot of people around, but then I saw a couple walking towards us and asked her to take her hand out and she did. And later she said: Don't test me because I'm up for anything... The thing is that this weekend we're going back to the bowling alley alone and I'm anxious about what might happen: