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Irene's Story, Chapter 1: The Making Of A Reluctant Hot Wife

Date: 4/9/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 50, Source: LushStories

now, and allowing the men to dance with you, to get you drunk and get you all wound up for me." I felt his penis throbbing against my back as he talked. This scenario clearly excited him. My head started spinning. Did he just tell me he wanted to use other men for foreplay? Surely, he was jesting - or testing me! "Oscar, I could never do that. I don't want to dance with other men. I want you to wind me up, not some stranger in a bar." I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. "And what if we ran into someone we knew? What if one of our friends, or someone you or I work with saw me dressed like this, dancing with other men?" I saw Oscar smile a bit. I realized that he inferred from my last comment that I was considering doing this. "Irene, we would go across town, somewhere none of our friends would go. We'd go somewhere that tourists frequent, so the people who we would meet, who you would meet, would be people who are here on holiday." I began to realize he was serious. He really wanted me to dress like this and to dance with other men. I also realized something else that shocked me; I could feel my pulse in my clitoris and I was lubricating as we talked about this absurd scenario. Without any panties on to absorb my secretions, my inner thighs were becoming wet as my juices seeped out of my vagina, which was now 'alert'. It had been years since I felt my vagina 'wake up' on its own and start to lubricate without any manual stimulation. The fact that I was responding to ... the thought of being exposed and passed around on a dance floor confused and scared me. Perhaps I was not as nice and pure as I liked to believe I was? "Oscar, I just couldn't bring myself to do something like that, even if you really want me to," I argued, "but I must admit, the scenario is exciting. And where could you take me where we would not risk seeing our friends?" Oscar's face started to beam. A large smile formed as he realized that I was considering this fantasy. "We'd take a taxi to the W Hotel. The disco floor would be perfect for you to dance and tease other men all night." The W Hotel was actually the hotel Vela. It was on the other side of town, and was a favorite hangout of European and American tourists. The crowd would be slightly younger than Oscar and me, but we would fit in nicely. "Oscar, this is a bad idea. And I'd be too embarrassed - and you are the only man I want to dance with." I looked in the mirror, and could see the expression on his face sadden a bit. "Why would you want me to dress like this, and have other men dance with me?" "I told you, I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world, and I want other men to see it too. And for them to desire what I have." Oscar stopped briefly. I continued to feel his penis throbbing and pulsing against my back; he was aroused thinking about me doing this. He took another drink of his cocktail, and continued, "And I want to see you get aroused as these men fawn over you, lust after you, and desire ...