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Friday morning I woke up early Friday morning. My mind immediately raced to the events of the previous night. Oscar had bought me a very revealing outfit for his birthday. The outfit consisted of a beige silk blouse that was very sheer, a brown wrap-around skirt that had a slit in the front that reached nearly to my crotch, and a pair of brown, high-heel pumps. When modeling the outfit for my husband, he revealed his desire for me to wear this outfit without bra or panties on our date celebrating his birthday tonight. Without a bra, the sheer blouse was quite transparent. My areolas were plainly visible, and every bump and contour of my erect nipples would be blatantly exposed. When I walked, the skirt would flare open, exposing my upper thighs and revealing my legs up to a mere inch below my crotch. But the real shock was to learn that Oscar not only wanted me to wear this on our date, he wanted to take me dancing, and he wanted me to dance with other men while exposed this way. And he expected me to allow the men to touch me, to grind against me, to tease me while he watched! And he even desired to see me touch these men; to see me gauge the size of the men’s penises as they fondled my breasts and ass. I was shocked and scared by the very thought of going out in public exposed in this manner. The thought of allowing men to touch me, or me to touch them, terrified me. However, I cannot deny that thinking about this wicked scenario aroused me too. Last night, while talking to me about what he wanted me to do, my husband fingered me to my first multiple orgasm of my life! That is correct; for the first time in my life, I came multiple times. I could not stop cumming as Oscar punished the front wall of my vagina with his two fingers as he described what he wanted to see other men do to his shy, rather prudish wife. And in the throes of orgasm, he got me to promise to wear this outfit tonight, and to dance with other men, and to allow them to touch me. What the hell was I thinking? Why did I agree to this naughty adventure? My pulse was racing as I thought about what tonight might bring. Oscar and I exchanged some polite conversation over coffee before we both left for work. “Irene, last night was wonderful. You were so beautiful, so sexy. I love you so much,” Oscar complimented me, reminding me of our torrid intimacy last night. “Yes, it was very intense,” I said as I felt myself blush from embarrassment at my unexpected reaction and arousal. After a momentary pause, I continued, “my reaction surprised me.” “I was surprised as well. I do not ever remember you being that turned on,” Oscar reflected. My face and upper chest was burning crimson now from embarrassment. “No, I have never climaxed more than once before. I could not seem to stop.” I took a sip of coffee, looked into his eyes and said, “I might have said some things in the heat of the moment, when I was not thinking too clearly, that I wish I had not.” “Baby, the way you responded last night, you are not going to tell me that the thought of doing this does not excite you, are you?” “Oscar, you know me well. You know you are the only man I have ever been with. I take a great deal of pride in that fact. I know you do too. Last night was a lot of fun as a fantasy, but I think we should keep it that way; keep it a fantasy,” I said as I tried to backtrack on some of the things I agreed to last night. “Irene, I saw how you alsancak escort responded to that ‘fantasy’, as you call it. I have been hard all morning just thinking about any part of that becoming a reality.” Oscar stood up to show me the large, distinct bulge in the front of his pants. “Oscar, I think this is a very dangerous game we’d be playing. I am not sure you would like it, or could handle it if you actually saw me dancing with someone, exposed like you want, and this guy’s hands were all over me, right in front of you. I think you might get more jealous than you think. And you might feel very different about me afterwards.” “Irene, I promise you… no I give you my word, I will not get mad at you, no matter what happens. I know you will be doing this for me. This will be on me. And you know what it means when I give my word on something.” “I still think this is very dangerous.” But I did not actually refuse to do it. Part of me actually wanted to be forced into this. Part of me wanted my husband to continue to persuade, and perhaps even coerce me forward. To the extent that I was pressured into this, my personal culpability and guilt would be reduced. Oscar looked at me with a combination of lust, desire, affection and admiration that I had never detected previously. He smiled and said, “I have to go to the office. Promise me you will think about this today, and seriously consider doing it for me. If tonight, after giving it serious consideration, you really do not want to do it, I will drop it for now. But if the thought of doing this continues to arouse you during the day, and on some deep core level this is something that you desire, I want you to promise me that you will be honest and tell me. Will you promise me that?” I nodded my head while looking down at the floor. I was too ashamed of my wanton desires to look my husband in the eye at that moment. “Let me hear you say it. Promise me.” Oscar insisted I articulate the promise. “I promise, I will think about this and consider it. And if I find that I truly desire it, I will be honest and tell you tonight.” I knew it would be a long day at the office, and I would spend little of the day focused on my work. At the office I was not surprised that I could not concentrate on my work. I was a little surprised at how wet and ready my vagina was. The gusset of my panties was soaked all morning. I went to the ladies room and placed some folded toilet paper in the gusset of my panties to absorb some of my secretions. Oscar was right, the thought of being exposed to other men, being forced to dance with them, allowing them to touch me and fondle me, and perhaps even feeling their erect penises, had my libido running higher than it ever had before. What was wrong with me? Why was the thought of this scenario so exciting? I could not control my thoughts. My mind kept creating various scenarios of what might happen that night at the ‘W’ Hotel. I could not control my thoughts and fantasies, each one a little more lurid and tawdry than the previous. By quitting time, I was a confused and frustrated. I knew I was going to have a conversation with my husband when I got home that could alter our lives and change our relationship forever. At home “Oscar, you made me promise to tell you if the thoughts of dancing with other men aroused me. They do. I can’t help it. I ashamed to admit it, but I have alsancak escort bayan been thinking very naughty thoughts all day long.” “Irene, you naughty girl. I am so pleased.” “Oscar, are you sure you want this? Are you sure you can handle this? You need to promise me again that you won’t get mad; that you won’t let this change how you feel about me.” “Irene, I promise – if anything, this will bring us closer and make me love you even more.” “Okay, I’ll do what you ask. But I want to wear my underwear until we get to the club in case we run into someone we know. I’ll remove them when we get to the hotel, okay?” “God, I love you so much. Thank you, Irene. Thank you.” “I’m going to get ready now. You can watch, but you are not allowed to touch me tonight until we get home. Is that understood? I want to be very fresh for my boyfriends tonight. I want to be ‘unsoiled’ for any man I encounter tonight, understand?” Oscar looked a bit shocked at my assertive tone. But he nodded his acceptance of my terms. I ran a warm bath. Oscar sat on the side of the tub, watching intently as I washed all my ‘parts’. As my husband watched with keen interest, I shaved my arm pits and legs. Then I did something I had never down before; I shaved my vagina. I placed my pubic hair in a neat pile on the edge of the ceramic tub. “Oscar, be a dear, and get a tissue and clean this up for me. Flush it down the toilet before I make a mess. Okay?” Oscar sat there amazed, but speechless. Slowly he got up and captured the dark brown curls in the pink tissue, and as instructed, disposed of them in toilet. “Baby, how do you like the new look?” I asked as coyly as I could. I arched my hips forward to raise my vagina above the water level and opened my vagina ever so slightly for my husband’s inspection. I wanted to tease my husband, as well as every other man I encountered that evening, into a state of aroused distraction they had not known before. “Oh god, Irene, do you have any idea how beautiful and sexy you are? You look like a very bad little girl with your pussy shaved like that. I love the look.” “I am glad you like the shaved look. And make no mistake, tonight I am a very bad, very naughty, very wicked little girl.” I released my lips of my vagina and slid back down under the water. “I’d like you to polish my toe nails. Would you do that for me? I want to look good for my boyfriends tonight.” I could sense the nervous excitement in Oscar. He was responding to my assertiveness in a manner better than I could have dreamed. For the first time in our marriage, I felt I was in control, and I liked it. Even more bizarre, Oscar seemed to like it too. I got out of the tub and dried, but remained naked. Oscar painted my toenails while I sat in front of him, naked; my pussy open and exposed to him. Once, he tried to slide his hand up my inner thigh towards my vagina. I waited until he got his fingers within a few inches of my wet vulva before saying, “Uh, uh, uh, bad boy. You’re not allowed to touch me tonight until our date is over, remember?” Oscar nodded and removed his hand. He was like a little boy who was being chastised by his mother after being caught doing something naughty. Oscar finished painting my nails. I had him get my clothes and lay them on the bed while I put on my makeup and curled my hair. I decided to change our plans. I was going to leave my panties escort alsancak and bra at home, and travel to the Vela Hotel, also known locally as the W Hotel without undergarments. Oscar called a taxi. He explained that he wanted to be able to drink at the club, so he preferred not to have to drive home. I wore a stylish jacket over my sheer blouse as I left the house, so my daughters did not see that their mother was dressed like a slut. I nuzzled against Oscar in the back seat of the taxi, and whispered in is ear, “I want you to sit perfectly still. Don’t move.” I ran my hand up his inner thigh and found the head of his penis. I caressed his cock ever so gently as I hissed in his ear, “I wonder how you will feel when you see your pure, shy little wife on the dance floor with some young stud and his hands are all over her? Will you wonder how wet he is making me? Will you wonder how big his cock is as he grinds himself into me?” I could feel his cock arch and pulse as I asked each question. And with each pulse of my husband’s cock, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. ‘W’ Hotel, aka Hotel Vela The taxi pulled up in front of the Hotel Vela around 9:15 p.m. Oscar paid the driver as I walked toward the large front entrance. The doorman opened the door as I walked through, removing my jacket. My erect nipples were now exposed and ‘on display’. I was astonishing myself. Twenty-four hours ago, I would not have believed I would have agreed to expose myself this way. Now, I wanted men to look at me, and to desire me. What difference a day makes! The Hotel Vela was an elegant and popular hotel, which was also called the ‘W’ hotel because of the shape of its architecture. It has an upscale disco on the twentieth floor that was a popular destination for foreign vacationers and tourists originating from various European and American locations. Oscar escorted me to the disco. On the ride up the elevator, I felt my ears pop from the rapid ascent. “Oscar, this is your last chance; are you sure you want me to do this?” “Irene, I am so aroused now. I love you so much. Please don’t pull back now. Please don’t stop.” “Alright, if you are sure.” I paused before asking the next question. “Oscar, what are the rules?” Oscar looked puzzled, like he did not understand the question. “Oscar, how far am I allowed go? Seriously, you sending me into a bar, dressed like this. You have told me to let men touch me. How far do you want me to take this. You need to know, I am doing this for you.” “Irene, I want you to go as far as you can. I want you to push your limits tonight.” I sighed and simply said, “I sure hope you know what you are doing. I hope you can handle what might happen. You need to know, this is your last chance to stop this.” “Baby, you go for it tonight,” was all he said. I was scared, but I was determined to test the limits now. I was going to find out if Oscar really could handle seeing me with other men. I remember saying to myself, Okay, let’s see how he likes seeing me respond to another man’s touch. We entered the disco. The laser lights were spinning and the music was almost deafening. I took a seat at the bar, and Oscar captured a table immediately adjacent to the dance floor. I ordered a vodka cranberry juice. As I sipped my drink, a young man, maybe twenty-two to twenty-four years old approached the bar. He was tall, at least by my standards, very well-built and had an infectious smile. His steel blue eyes and blonde hair gave him a Nordic look. If I had to guess, I would guess him to be Norwegian or Swedish. He smiled at me. In an awkward attempt to break the ice, he asked, “What are you drinking pretty lady?” His accent left no doubt, my young suitor was Norwegian.

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