Irene's Story - Chapter 2: Oscar Takes Me Dancing - Sex Stories

Irene's Story - Chapter 2: Oscar Takes Me Dancing

Friday morning I woke up early Friday morning. My mind immediately raced to the events of the previous night. Oscar had bought me a very revealing outfit for his birthday. The outfit consisted of a beige silk blouse that was very sheer, a brown wrap-around skirt that had a slit in the front that reached nearly to my crotch, and a pair of brown, high-heel pumps. When modeling the outfit for my husband, he revealed his desire for me to wear this outfit without bra or panties on our date celebrating his birthday tonight. Without a bra, the sheer blouse was quite transparent. My areolas were plainly visible, and every bump and contour of my erect nipples would be blatantly exposed. When I walked, the skirt would flare open, exposing my upper thighs and revealing my legs up to a mere inch below my crotch. But the real shock was to learn that Oscar not only wanted me to wear this on our date, he wanted to take me dancing, and he wanted me to dance with other men while exposed this way. And he expected me to allow the men to touch me, to grind against me, to tease me while he watched! And he even desired to see me touch these men; to see me gauge the size of the men's penises as they fondled my breasts and ass. I was shocked and scared by the very thought of going out in public exposed in this manner. The thought of allowing men to touch me, or me to touch them, terrified me. However, I cannot deny that thinking about this wicked scenario aroused me too. Last night, while talking ...

... to me about what he wanted me to do, my husband fingered me to my first multiple orgasm of my life! That is correct; for the first time in my life, I came multiple times. I could not stop cumming as Oscar punished the front wall of my vagina with his two fingers as he described what he wanted to see other men do to his shy, rather prudish wife. And in the throes of orgasm, he got me to promise to wear this outfit tonight, and to dance with other men, and to allow them to touch me. What the hell was I thinking? Why did I agree to this naughty adventure? My pulse was racing as I thought about what tonight might bring. Oscar and I exchanged some polite conversation over coffee before we both left for work. "Irene, last night was wonderful. You were so beautiful, so sexy. I love you so much," Oscar complimented me, reminding me of our torrid intimacy last night. "Yes, it was very intense," I said as I felt myself blush from embarrassment at my unexpected reaction and arousal. After a momentary pause, I continued, "my reaction surprised me." "I was surprised as well. I do not ever remember you being that turned on," Oscar reflected. My face and upper chest was burning crimson now from embarrassment. "No, I have never climaxed more than once before. I could not seem to stop." I took a sip of coffee, looked into his eyes and said, "I might have said some things in the heat of the moment, when I was not thinking too clearly, that I wish I had not." "Baby, the way you responded last ...