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her that I was very excited about her decision to try and give me my fantasy. We held each other for a long time while we talked and decided that on Friday night, we would go out.
It seemed like an eternity before Friday night arrived, but each night she had several questions about what I thought could happen. She seemed to be warming to the idea of having sex with a new man. Her biggest concern, after making sure that my feelings for her wouldn’t change, was how she would get from flirting to possibly having sex with someone she just met. Since this was new to me also, I really had no idea but suggested that the guy would take the lead as long as she appeared willing.
Friday after work Jess had me get dressed while she took her bath and told me to wait for her in the living room. When I was dressed, I peeked into the master bath to see her carefully shaving her lovely legs. I knew my wife was preparing to give her body to another man. The clock said it only took 45 minutes for Jess to get ready, but it seemed much longer before my wife shyly made her way down the stairs. She was wearing a snug, black sheath dress that came to mid-thigh and it was cut low in the front. She had on pantyhose and a black pair of low, black heels.
She looked hot! Her outfit was not terribly revealing. Heck, I have seen a lot of women showing more skin on their way to church. But this was my wife and I was extremely turned on. She was blushing but responded to my praises and we were soon on our way.
We decided to go to a trendy bar that was part of a hotel complex. Jess said that most of the people would be from out of town and since she wanted to dance it would be a good choice. I suggested that if she wanted to dance, she should dance with other men while I watched. My wife said she thought I would suggest that and in a bold move told me that she would try to dance sexy with her dance partners.
I knew we would probably be out late, and I was secretly hoping my wife would find someone she was willing to have sex with, so I rented a room and gave her the one of the key cards.
The bar was packed and a live band was playing. Jess got more than her share of looks as we found a table and ordered a drink. When the band played a slow song, Jess pulled me up and asked me to dance the first dance with her to get her in the mood. Her dress was extremely thin, and it was almost like she was nude in my arms. As my hand slid across her back, I could feel her bra strap and even the tiny tag that I knew read 34C. She pressed her breasts against me and when I looked down, I could clearly see the tops of her breasts encased in a tiny black lace bra.
I was hard before the dance was over. I knew Jess would have a dance partner soon and I hoped he got the same treatment I had just received. When we returned to the table, I took my drink and headed for the bar. Before I found a bar stool, Jessie was back up dancing with what appeared to be a college kid. The song was a fast one and my wife appeared a little stiff at first but quickly warmed to the beat and began to enjoy herself. She was shaking what she had and letting the dress ride up her thighs.
Before the band played its next slow song, Jess had two guys that appeared to be construction workers sitting at her table. They took turns dancing with her and buying her drinks. She rewarded them by flirting like a schoolgirl and leaning forward frequently to let them see her cleavage.
The guys plied her with drinks and became bolder with each slow dance. What started as an almost accidental brush of her hip became bolder until they would cup her ass or try to squeeze her tits when they thought no one was looking. My wife played into their hands by rubbing her crotch against the bulges in their pants, but would discretely push their hands away from her breasts
When the band took a break, my wife left the table to go to the lady’s room. I met her in the hall and she was excited. She wanted to know if she was doing okay, whether I was enjoying it, and whether she was going too far. I answered: yes, yes, and no. My wife told me that both guys had already asked her to go somewhere more private with them, but she had not given them an answer. I asked her if she wanted to go with them and was genuinely surprised when she shyly nodded her head. I am sure I stuttered a bit, but I told her to do it and to have fun. She asked me again if I was sure, and I said I was. Then she hugged me tightly and I realized that I could feel her nipples. She had removed her bra while in the lady’s room. She must have put it in the trash because she certainly didn’t have it with her.
I could see my wife’s bare breasts inside her dress, and I knew she was hot. She grinned at me and said, “You like it?” I said I did, and she kissed me quickly and headed back to her table.
When I returned to my place at the bar, I noticed the two guys who had been entertaining my wife, were headed for the door, followed closely by two other women who must have been their wives. Jen reclaimed her table and looked around. She seemed a little disappointed, but it wasn’t long before an older gentleman came to her table and asked her to dance.
Suddenly she looked a little embarrassed. She glanced at her cleavage and then at me before agreeing to his request. She was dancing much more conservatively now, but her charms were evident to the man she danced with and he pulled her close. I caught her eye while his back was toward me and gave her a “Thumbs up” sign. For a second she wrinkled her brow and made a face but then began to relax.
It wasn’t long before her pelvis was pressed against him and her shoulders were rolled forward. I knew this man could see a good portion of my wife’s tits. When the song ended, he sat at her table but moved his chair so that he was beside her. His right hand was around her shoulders, and his left hand was under the table. I knew he was probably trying to feel her up. Sure enough, a few seconds later she pulled his hand from her lap and whispered something to him. Although I couldn’t hear his words, I could tell that he was being contrite and apologizing for his actions. He got them each drink and continued to talk softly to her.
Jen was enjoying his attention now and she snuggled closer to her suitor. They looked like a June-September romance and Jen looked like she was really having fun. As the night slowed down, the band played more slow songs. Each time they danced her suitor became bolder in his explorations. I saw him openly cup and squeeze her breasts through her thin dress while they danced in a dark corner of the floor. This time she made no move to stop him. I was getting hard, watching them dance, but felt a little jealous when she kissed him hungrily.
I didn’t want to miss a second of what they were doing but my bladder demanded that I relieve myself. I hurried to the restroom and when I returned the band had taken a break. I looked around for my wife or her suitor but could not find them. Thinking that they had also gone to the bathroom I went back, hoping to catch my wife alone. I paced back and forth in front of the lady’s room and discreetly checked the men’s room for her suitor. I couldn’t find either of them.
The band started and I was beginning to get worried. My wife had obviously left with this man. Did she go to his room? Was she getting laid? Was she safe? I had wanted to see her with another man, but this was unexpected and I was now worried.
Although my wife did not have much practical experience when it came to seducing another man, but she smoothly had this older gentleman wanting her. Since I didn’t have any idea which way they had gone, I decided to stay where I was. I hoped she was safe and if this man was screwing her, I hoped that she would tell me what had happened.
It was well over an hour before my wife came back to the bar. Her hair was a little tousled and she had a worried look on her face. Jen took my hand and led me out of the noisy bar and toward our room. The first question out of my mouth was, “What happened?”. She said she would tell me, but I had to wait.
When we got into the elevator, she kissed me hard and asked if I was sure I was ok with what happened. Of course, I assured her that I was more than ok but that I was concerned that she was ok when she disappeared. She extracted a promise that no matter what she had done I would not be angry and asked me again if I still loved her. After my reassurance and several more kisses we arrived at our room.
The bed was a mess and the smell of sex hung in the air. Right then I knew for sure that she had been fucked. I was excited and could feel my heart racing but at the same time I felt a bit jealous. I was asking her a hundred questions as fast as I could before my wife put her finger on my lips to silence me. We sat on the bed, and she began to tell me her story.
Jess told me that her suitor’s name was Bill and that he had asked her to go to his room several times. She said she had decided that she would leave with him, but she was uncomfortable leaving with him while I was watching. She admitted that part of her wanted to go to his room, but her conservative nature won out, and she told him that she would not go to his room. She said that he begged her to let him see her breasts and admitted that she wanted to do more than just dance. My wife said, “I knew if he got me in his room, I would end up fucking him, so I told him we could find somewhere a little more private, as long as it wasn’t his room.”
“We were going to do it in the elevator, but as we walked by the stairwell, we saw another guest coming out.” Jess blushed but said, “so we slipped into the stairwell and climbed one floor to the next landing.” My wife said that once they were alone, she slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders and peeled her dress down, exposing her breasts for his inspection. She said that he wasted no time sucking a nipple into his mouth and he had quickly pushed his hand under her dress.
My wife cuddled next to me and described how intense it was as they made out against the stairwell wall. She said that she was almost ready to climax and she was trying to decide if they should go to his room, when another guest entered the stairwell above them. Jen said that she had quickly pulled the straps of her dress up over her shoulders, and they were heading down the stairs to the exit just as the other guest rounded the corner.
Jessie told me that she grabbed Bill’s hand and led him to the elevators. When the car arrived, she punched the button for our floor. They had kissed passionately as the elevator climbed and Bill had his hands under her dress, almost immediately. When the doors opened, she took the key card from her purse and led Bill into our room.
My wife said, that she felt very little nervousness when Bill pushed the straps of her dress from her shoulders. Within seconds of entering our room, she was nude except for her pantyhose, exposing her body to a man she had known for less than an hour. Bill had pushed her back onto the bed and after admiring her body he surprised her by grabbing the front of her pantyhose and tearing a large hole in them. I commented that Bill did not waste any time, and this explained why she was back to get me in just an hour. I asked what she was feeling when things moved so quickly. My wife answered with complete honesty, telling me that she was feeling nothing but lust.
As I looked over our room, I was able to picture exactly what had happened. Jess seemed very anxious for me to reclaim her. My conservative wife stripped off her dress and her torn pantyhose. She lay back on the bed with her legs apart, absently playing with the dark hair that covered her cunt, while I got out of my clothes. I asked her if she would have gone to his room to be intimate if they had not been interrupted. She replied that she had been feeling his cock through his pants when the door above them opened, but said that if they had not been interrupted, she would have let him fuck her right there in the stairwell.
My cock had been hard for the last four hours and when I pushed it into my wife’s wet opening it slid home easily. She began coming almost immediately. I squeezed the tits that I knew Bill had felt only minutes before and relished the thought that another man’s fingers just been inside my wife’s pussy. I thought about what it would have been like if I had been allowed to watch, while I banged her with long hard strokes. I was able to keep it up till she reached another orgasm and then deposited my seed into her waiting womb.
We cuddled together in our bed, and my wife asked me if I would have been upset if she had gone to his room. I told her honestly that I had been worried when she disappeared, but that if it happened again, she could let herself get fucked however she wanted it. She kissed me firmly and said, “Well, there’s always tomorrow.”
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