Irene's Story: Chapter 3 - Johan Takes Me To His Room - Sex Stories

Irene's Story: Chapter 3 - Johan Takes Me To His Room

... tempted to open my thighs and my marriage. Johan and I danced as Oscar watched. We touched, necked and caressed each other on the dance floor under the quiet gaze of my husband. At one point, I reached down and felt his erection through his trousers while allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. His erect penis was much larger than my husband's. I could feel my pussy leaking as my arousal grew. Since Oscar had instructed me to not wear my panties, my secretions were tricking down my legs and coating my inner thighs, making them quite slippery as Johan explored my body on the dance floor. I wondered to myself, 'does Oscar have any idea how wet this young man was making me?' After a series of torrid dances, I led Johan to Oscar's table where I introduced my young, gorgeous, Norwegian friend to my husband. As I introduced Johan, I made it clear to my husband that if Oscar did not object strenuously, I was going to let this very youthful lover from Norway be the second man to ever fuck me. I wanted him. And he certainly seemed to want me. I honestly cannot say whether I was more disappointed or relieved that Oscar did not object. I suppose I felt both emotions simultaneously. When Oscar granted this handsome young visitor permission to fuck me, part of me felt that my husband should have been more protective and jealous; that he should have laid claim to what was his and his alone: his wife's pussy. But honestly, another part of me desperately wanted this young, handsome ...

... twenty-year old to fuck me silly. And I was relieved that Oscar wanted to see him do just that. That is where this chapter begins. Chapter 3: My husband lets Johan take me: I sat at the table in the disco located on the twentieth floor of the Hotel Vela. I was wearing a sheer silk blouse, wrap around skirt and no bra, no panties. Johan's hand was massaging my bare upper thigh. I sat there, nervous and excited as my husband and my potential lover, Johan, discussed my fate for the evening. The waiter came up and delivered a round of drinks, including a double vodka-cranberry juice for me. The waiter was obviously impressed by my braless nipples, which were very evident under the sheer silk material of my blouse. He smiled knowingly as he glanced from my erect nipples and my visible areolas to Johan's hand massaging my upper thigh. The waiter surely knew what was in store for me that evening. Oscar had ordered me a double vodka-cranberry juice. He seemed to think I might need some additional 'liquid courage' in the form of alcohol to prepare me for my adventure. He was right. I'd already had two drinks, but I needed some additional sedation in order to become comfortable with the thought of doing what my husband wanted. The two men talked for several minutes about me as if I were not even present. They talked about Oscar's and my marriage, and about Johan's life in Norway. I sat there somewhat awestruck as I sipped my drink. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I realized that ...