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

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

... excitement. Everyone in the disco knew I was going to be well fucked that evening. Knowing that I was sitting here, exposed this way, while my husband and my potential lover were discussing my fate in intimate detail had me quite aroused. I could feel my vagina lubricating and leaking. I was aware of my pulse in my engorged, erect clitoris. Yes, this bizarre situation had me in a state of arousal I had not known before. The men continued to talk. I sensed they were getting along well. They seemed to genuinely like each other. I was glad that Oscar was not jealous of, or irritated by, Johan. In truth, my head was spinning so wildly I only caught little snippets of their conversation. But I fully understood that my husband of thirteen years was granting this young man permission to fuck his previously pure and innocent wife. I was coming to grips with the plans for the evening. If Oscar wanted me to take another man's penis into my vagina, so be it. Johan was young, handsome and sexy; and he found me attractive and desirable. Johan looked at me, gave my thigh a loving squeeze, and turned back to Oscar. "May I borrow your lovely wife for the evening? I would like to take her back to my room and get better acquainted with her." "Do you have any condoms? Irene is not on the pill," Oscar stated, indicating he was fully aware of what was in store for his wife. I sat there silently, not sure how to react to this transaction that was taking place. Johan looked a bit troubled. "No, I ...

... don't. I suppose they sell them somewhere here in the hotel." Oscar smiled and reached into the pocket of his sports coat, pulled out a small box, and handed a box of three lubricated latex condoms to Johan. "Here, use these. Consider it a present." My husband had thought of everything. I finished my drink. I now had four shots of vodka pulsing through my veins, which served to remove all remaining inhibitions. I leaned over to my husband and whispered into his ear, "I guess I am going to let this young Norwegian fuck me now. Will you wait for me? Where will I meet you?" "I will wait at the bar for you. Make sure he uses the condoms. And come back to tell me all about it. I wish I could be there to watch. I want to hear every detail." Johan took my hand and led me from the disco. We walked towards the elevator bank holding hands. I stopped before we got on the elevator. "Johan, would it be okay of Oscar came to the room and watched us? I don't want him to participate, just watch." Johan looked puzzled as he tried to process my request. "Wouldn't that inhibit your enjoyment? What if he started to freak out?" he asked. "Actually, I think I will be less inhibited if he is there. I'd feel guilty leaving him in the bar. I know he wants to see what you are going to do to me. I will still be totally yours, but if he is sitting in the chair in the room watching me respond, it won't feel like I'm cheating on him." I paused, and leaned forward into Johan and kissed him, wrapping my arms ...