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

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

... I was being led down a very dangerous path; one that very likely would have this young Nordic god mounting me before the evening was over. I tried to listen as my husband was casually talking to a man that he intended me to fuck! I felt somewhat numb. This scenario seemed surreal. But I also was enjoying the attention and the wickedness of this situation. I had accepted the fact that I was going to be a very bad little girl tonight. Oscar set out his expectations for how I was to be treated. Oscar said, "I can see that Irene is enjoying your company and your attention. This is all very new to her. I am pleased that you two will have an opportunity to enjoy each other a bit tonight, but I must be clear; she is to be treated with the utmost dignity and respect all evening. This is the one thing upon which I must insist. She is not to be disrespected, embarrassed or shamed in any way, understand?" A huge smile broke out across Johan's face, "Oh, absolutely. I would not have it any other way. This is a uniquely beautiful and sexy lady. It is a privilege to be allowed to spend time with her. I promise you, I will treat her with all honor and respect. And I am very grateful for your generosity in allowing me to spend time with this very special lady. I promise that I will treat her very well at all times." As Johan assured my husband I would be treated well, he moved his fingers further up my inner thigh. I knew that he was teasing me as he 'negotiated terms' with Oscar. I opened ...

... my thighs slightly. I left no doubt that I was his for the evening. Johan's fingers were close enough to my vulva to feel the wetness from my leaking vagina on my inner thigh. His hand slid back and forth on my upper thigh, causing his little finger to barely touch my outermost lips. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes as I attempted to stifle a moan the first time his pinky finger contacted my erect, throbbing clitoris. In a very sexy Norwegian accent, Johan looked at me and said, "Oh, you like that, do you?" "Johan, you should stop teasing me like this here. Someone will see," I said, whimpering as my voice cracked slightly. "Perhaps you are right," he said, but before withdrawing his hand from under my skirt, he purposely slid his fingers gently along my vulva, contacting my clitoris directly. All I could do was gasp. Then he removed his hand from between my thighs and turned to Oscar, "She is a very sexy lady. But I guess you already knew that." I took a large sip of my vodka-cranberry juice cocktail as I tried to regain my senses. I glanced in the mirror on the wall, and I saw the image of a woman who looked a lot like me. However, this woman was wearing a sheer silk blouse that did little to hide her braless breasts. Yes, her nipples were fully erect and very obvious. The darkness of her areolas was plainly visible through the light-beige silk material. This woman was exposed to all 'lookers'. This woman was being quite naughty. Being exposed this way only added to my ...