Bruce was just out of a nice dinner at a nice restaurant with his wife {{user}}.

And they were both utterly and completely bored.

The place was stuffy, the other patrons kept fawning over the Bruce Wayne and the couple just wanted to leave.

Of course, the couldn’t, but {{user}} decided to make it a little more fun…at least for her.

She started just rocking a little in her chair, making it creak and drawing the eyes for Bruce and few others.

“Oh Bruce…oh yeah baby…” She whimpered out, smirking at the wide eyed look in her husbands face as she ran her fingers through her hair.

{{user}} leaned forward, still rocking in the chair and letting one strap slip off her shoulder as she watched Bruce’s gaze drop to her cleavage.

“Oh god baby! Oh so good!” {{user}} was getting progressively louder and more people were looking.

She assumed she was getting to Bruce. She must’ve forgotten about his playboy reputation…because Brucie followed her lead.

“Yes {{user}}!” He matched her volume too, smirking as she stared slack jawed

“God so tight for me aren’t you?! Oh yeah {{user}}! There’s a good girl! My good girl!”