Day 25: A Theme Night [Exhibitionism][Voyeur][CMNF]

Keywords: Disrobe/Night
Theme: Exhibitionism, Voyeur, CMNF
Triggers: Exhibitionism?
POV: 1st person; male

"I'm so sorry. There really has been a mixup! We don't take reservations for this date" Maitre D' keeps trying to be polite but firm. I'm not having any of it though.

I just hold my phone with the confirmation email in front of his face for the 3rd time.

"Yes. Of course. But as I've said It's a mistake"

"So? You're going to leave me and my wife outside, on the night of our anniversary" I asked pushing forward.

I was wearing a decent suit - I knew my wife loved me in them. Very dark grey almost-but-not-quite-black. With a white shirt underneath and navy blue silk tie that matched
perfectly the color of the dress my lovely wife was wearing.

A gorgeous dress - navy blue - but from one of those materials that change the color depending on how you look at it, from brighter blue, to almost black. Very classical cut hanging low on your arms, and showing up a bit of a cleavage. built-in corset lifting your breasts and accentuating your amazing figure. Hem line just bellow your knees showing off your stocking clad legs sporting light sandals on a short heel

"Again. I'm not interested in your excuses. I'm not interested in coming in another day, or a fucking discount. Do I look like I can't afford a fucking dinner?" I'm starting to get angry, as I'm seeing other couples get in right besides us.

"Is there a problem? Sir?" A stranger intervenes.

"No problem. I'm just trying to enjoy the anniversary with my wife, in a restaurant I made reservation in."

The newcomer consults for a moment with Maitre D'

"I'm terribly sorry sir. It does seem there have been a mixup. We're terribly sorry for ruining your night. The thing is ... there really is a theme night tonight at the restaurant, the theme that ... let's just say might not mix well with your anniversary plans. However. Let me check something, please wait a minute".

He steps out for a moment, before coming back.

"I talked with a chef and I could offer you a dinner on a house at the chefs table, and add a bottle of wine from my personal collection, if you're willing to overlook ... certain things"

I could hear my wife gasp. A dinner at the chefs table in her favourite restaurant, I bet about now she's ready to overlook a whole lot.

"So, what we're talking about here?" I ask unsure about this.

"If we could step aside I'll fill you in" he invites us opening his hand in a gesture to move aside. "So. The theme, Sir, Madam is … clothed male naked female. We ask all our female guests to - well - disrobe tonight. The guests at this theme night just love the rush of doing something like this in a safe place" he said looking at us carefully.

"Riiight. I'm not quite sure about this..." I said looking at my wife and checking for her reaction.

"I figured that might be your reaction Sir". owner intervened "Hence my insistence on hosting your anniversary party another day. However as mentioned, I've talked with the Chef, and he said he's fine with hosting you both at the chef's table to make up for the inconvenience. You won't have to participate, but you'll have to overlook our staff's ... indecent exposure. Of course if you would like to participate, you can join everyone in the main hall" he added.

I looked questionably at my wife. I knew she was a monster foodie, and eating at the chef's table was normally a great honour reserved for the VIPs. I could see her bit her lip in that cute way she always did when thinking hard and making a decision.

"Chef's table ... I think I'm in..." she said looking at me.

"Well as long as you don't mind me ogling naked wait staff ..." I said "looks like we'll be taking you up on the offer if that's ok?"

"All right. So if I understand correctly you're opting for a chief's table. Very well. This way please" Said the owner, and lead us through the back alley, through the corridor, and finally to the backdoor. He opened the door and let you through. We entered the well lit kitchen. Right next to a door was a metal table with a small cloth and some condiments, very bare but with quite comfortable chairs next to it.

Owner pointed to the chairs and I moved to hold a chair for my wife to as she sat down, before taking mine.

I took the stock of the kitchen. It looked very well organized and clean. Behind the counters a head chef and two line cooks all dressed in white clothes and white caps. Rushing around the kitchen with incredible skill.

Everything looked normal until the waitress walked in through the service door to pick up the order. She was wearing a cute apron in front, but as she passed us it was revealed that besides the apron she was only wearing stockings. Leaving her shapely tanned ass on full display and giving me a very nice side-boob view. I had to say my jaw dropped a bit, and I shoot a peek at my wife to gauge her reaction. She didn’t notice at first, but saw my look and spun her head to look at her. As she did I could see a crimson wave rush to her cheeks.

We only had to wait a minute until another waitress came to our table.

"Hello, and welcome! You two are very fortunate to spend a night at the chef’s table. Do either of you have any allergies that we should know of, or foods you absolutely hate? If not, the chef would like to prepare a tasting menu. May I start you both with a glass of champagne?" she asked professionally, completely ignoring the fact we were both staring at her slack-jawed.

It took all my effort to look up into her eyes.

"No allergies for either one of us, we're more then happy with tasting menu and champagne sounds good" my wife responded first. "They pulled all stops. Not only chef's table but also tasting menu. Holy crap this was going to be a night to remember" she added to me once the waitress left.

"That. I mean you're taking it all much better then I expected. I mean you're taking it much better then I do!" I said inhaling and exhaling deeply. "I have to say I could definitely us that champagne about now!" I try to make a joke to loosen myself up. "Tasting menu from a world-class chef though ... I'm so happy that we've decided to do this, just for that!"

I try to look the waitress in the eye as she comes back and fills our glasses with champagne and not look at her ass as she turns back.

"To our anniversary! Let it be the first of dozens happy ones!" I toast rising my glass.

My dear wife clinks my glass and responds with "To a lifetime of eventful anniversaries!" and I wonder how much more eventful they can get. "Even I have to admit, they’re very good looking waitresses. I know it’s our anniversary and it’s all about us, but don’t judge if I sneak a peek, ok?"

"I never knew you had that kind of taste! But of course, go ahead. But ... only if you don't mind I do the same!" I say and down the champagne. I laugh - maybe a bit nervously - but fully intending to do some ogling myself.

It feels very naughty to be dressed up in such a fancy way, while being served by "indecently exposed" wait staff. Is that old-time lords felt? Like they were just level above everyone else?

As we finished the champagne a first appetizer arrived. A tuna tartar mixed with red radishes and a tiny bit of wasabi - at least that's how waitress described it. Right after she left, owner showed up by our table. "As promised a bit of wine from my personal collection, although it's a common choice - Sauvignon Blanc - really does pair excellent with fish, and this particular year was truly exquisite" he said pouring each of us a glass.

You shake the glass, take a sniff and a sip and comment something about grassy bouquet I don't quite get, but the owner seems to be sufficiently impressed by your critique.

"I'm glad you liked it Madam, I enjoy when my taste and my clients match" he says with a small bow. "Please enjoy the wine and the dinner on the house today. In return I'll have a small favour to ask. It's about protecting you and this hobby of mine and people I care about that share it. So I'll be counting on your discretion" he said the sentence naturally but I could hear the steel in his voice. "Would you like to ask me anything?"

"Oh we can certainly promise discretion" love of my life assured him. "We will keep this experience to ourselves, don’t worry"

At that moment the brunette stormed into a kitchen and run towards us and whispered something in the owner's ear. "Well. In that case please enjoy! I can see another dish is ready" he said before turning around and heading to the main hall. Through the open door I heard some commotion.

Next dish was indeed arriving served by a redhead waitress - this time it was some variety of the fried dumplings. Six in total. After a bit of one I could feel my mouth fill up with the sauce and the garlic flavour and the fresh sticky rice. Looks like this is some variation on gyoza, and I've decided I like it, especially after encountering few crunch bits of green vegetables.

I grabbed one and stuffed it in my wife's mouth. I tried to be cute about it, but I wasn't sure I succeeded - so I just smiled wildly and as she munched her portion.

Just as we finished the last of the dumplings a door to the kitchen opened again and the owner came back in. Seeing us sitting at the empty table he rushed to say something to the chef before disappearing in what I assumed was the wine cellar, because when he emerged back again he had another bottle of wine in his hand.

"So sorry about that" he said as he approached "some people, ech, let's just say for every dozen of fun-loving perverts there's always one idiot, or a couple."

"But! Let that not detract us from the excellent wine I have here!" he expertly changed the subject "It's a Cabernet from Chile which I'm sure you'll enjoy with the next dish coming your way!"

The redhead, came by to give us fresh utensils before the next course. "I’m sorry, I’m just so curious about what’s going on next door. Would we be allowed into the main dining room for one of our courses?" she asked the waitress as she served us the dishes and I was staring at her breasts exposed by the apron as she leaned down.

I was not a huge fan of dry wine, but this was leaving a very interesting after taste. I was getting bit "happy" from it, just enough to feel a slight tingle of excitement at the mere thought of us going to the main hall. Then my lovely wife started asking the waitress about it and I could feel my cock twitch in my pants.

She seems to think for a moment. "Well, our owner has final say, but they really don’t want people going in there who don’t fit the theme. It ruins the atmosphere for our guests. That’s why all of the wait staff obeys as well. So you could have a course in there, but well, you may need to get indecent" she responded with apologetic smile.

That put a bit of a damper on things, I'd be lying if I said I never considered exposing my wife, but it was mainly just a fantasy, a wet dream from which I usually quickly woke up.

"Hello? Earth to Martin!" I heard my wife. Fuck I must stop day-dreaming like this. I looked down and quickly pulled my hand aside - a hand that unconsciously went to massage my cock over pants.

"Yes Dear? What's up?" I asked pretending I was thinking about the weather. The waitresses were gone and another small dish from the tasting menu was in front of us. So dig in to keep my hands busy and out of the harms way.

I could see the owner approach us with yet another bottle of wine... “Everyone enjoying everything? I have a Merlot to go with your veal medallions. Also” he gets just a hair more solemn “I just spoke with your waitress and she told me that you’re both interested in going into the Main dining area. You absolutely can, but I would require you to strip Madam. Is that something you’d be willing to do?”