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

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

... and fondle me, and perhaps even feeling their erect penises, had my libido running higher than it ever had before. What was wrong with me? Why was the thought of this scenario so exciting? I could not control my thoughts. My mind kept creating various scenarios of what might happen that night at the 'W' Hotel. I could not control my thoughts and fantasies, each one a little more lurid and tawdry than the previous. By quitting time, I was a confused and frustrated. I knew I was going to have a conversation with my husband when I got home that could alter our lives and change our relationship forever. At home "Oscar, you made me promise to tell you if the thoughts of dancing with other men aroused me. They do. I can't help it. I ashamed to admit it, but I have been thinking very naughty thoughts all day long." "Irene, you naughty girl. I am so pleased." "Oscar, are you sure you want this? Are you sure you can handle this? You need to promise me again that you won't get mad; that you won't let this change how you feel about me." "Irene, I promise - if anything, this will bring us closer and make me love you even more." "Okay, I'll do what you ask. But I want to wear my underwear until we get to the club in case we run into someone we know. I'll remove them when we get to the hotel, okay?" "God, I love you so much. Thank you, Irene. Thank you." "I'm going to get ready now. You can watch, but you are not allowed to touch me tonight until we get home. Is that understood? I want ...

... to be very fresh for my boyfriends tonight. I want to be 'unsoiled' for any man I encounter tonight, understand?" Oscar looked a bit shocked at my assertive tone. But he nodded his acceptance of my terms. I ran a warm bath. Oscar sat on the side of the tub, watching intently as I washed all my 'parts'. As my husband watched with keen interest, I shaved my arm pits and legs. Then I did something I had never down before; I shaved my vagina. I placed my pubic hair in a neat pile on the edge of the ceramic tub. "Oscar, be a dear, and get a tissue and clean this up for me. Flush it down the toilet before I make a mess. Okay?" Oscar sat there amazed, but speechless. Slowly he got up and captured the dark brown curls in the pink tissue, and as instructed, disposed of them in toilet. "Baby, how do you like the new look?" I asked as coyly as I could. I arched my hips forward to raise my vagina above the water level and opened my vagina ever so slightly for my husband's inspection. I wanted to tease my husband, as well as every other man I encountered that evening, into a state of aroused distraction they had not known before. "Oh god, Irene, do you have any idea how beautiful and sexy you are? You look like a very bad little girl with your pussy shaved like that. I love the look." "I am glad you like the shaved look. And make no mistake, tonight I am a very bad, very naughty, very wicked little girl." I released my lips of my vagina and slid back down under the water. "I'd like you to ...