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

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

... me. We danced to a fast song. Johan was a complete gentleman on the dance floor. Then the next song was a slow ballad. Johan pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. I glanced over at Oscar and we made eye contact. Oscar simply nodded approval. I knew then, as I know now, he wanted me to find another lover while he watched. I did not fully understand it, but from that moment forward, I was willing to accept it. I nuzzle into John's arms, pressing myself into his body. I placed my arms around his neck and pulled him close. I could feel his penis throbbing against my abdomen as I hugged my young Nordic lover. I loved the fact that someone so much younger than me, and someone so attractive, was getting aroused by simply dancing with me. I took my right hand and brought it between us, and while still embracing Johan, I started caressing his chest. His pectoral muscles were firm and well defined. I found his nipple and teased it between my fingers. I left no doubt that I was a woman in heat. My mouth found his ear and I cooed, "I like the firmness of your body. You are much more solid than my husband. Do you work out?" "Yes, I lift weights several times a week," was his response. My young Norwegian lover felt like he had won the lottery, He obviously had not expected such a receptive target when he approached me at the bar. I thought to myself, perhaps I am making this too easy for him , but I was a woman possessed. If Oscar wanted to see his wife 'play' with these much ...

... younger men on the dance floor, I was prepared to play. I purposely did not look over at my husband's table. I felt like an actor in a play; yes, I was playing for an audience, but I needed to focus my full attention on the other actors on the stage, rather than focus on my audience. I immersed myself in my role in this play. And my role was that of a forty-two year old housewife who suddenly was given the license to enjoy the attentions and affections of younger, very attractive and sexually charged men. Johan slid his hands down and cupped my ass. I sensed that he was surprised to feel my bottom and learn I was not wearing any panties. I moaned into his ear, "I like your hands on my ass," as I pressed my crotch into him. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. I placed my mouth inches from his lips, inviting him to kiss me. Johan readily accepted the invitation. He kissed me gently at first. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue, and soon we were necking and grinding on the dance floor, oblivious to those around us. Johan raised one hand slowly up my side, slowly approaching my breast. He wanted to test if I would rebuke him for attempting to feel me up on the dance floor. I didn't. His hand slowly caressed the side of my braless tit before carefully finding my erect nipple. I broke our kiss just long enough to moan, "Oooh, that feels nice." Johan correctly interpreted my response as permission to touch me anywhere. His hands were all over me as we necked and pressed against ...