My life was changing at a frightening pace. Thirty hours ago, I was a shy, prim and proper housewife. In all honesty, I was a bit on the prudish side. I had never had a multiple orgasm. In fact, I seldom achieved orgasm during sex with my husband.
My manner of dress and demeanor were conservative, and my husband, Oscar, was the only man with whom I had been intimate.
Well technically, the part about only having been intimate with my husband was still true, but that was likely to change tonight.
My entire existence started to change when Oscar bought me a ‘present’ for his birthday. Oscar bought me a very revealing outfit, and requested that I wear it on our date to a dance club this very evening.
Oscar had never encouraged me to dress provocatively before, so I was a bit taken aback by his request. But the real shock came when he told me that while we were on our date, he wanted me to dance with other men, and he wanted me to allow them to touch me and caress me on the dance floor while he watched.
I am ashamed to admit this, but the thought of doing these wicked things excited me. And last night, Oscar fingered me to my first multiple orgasm while he talked to me about what other young, handsome men might do to me on the dance floor. My physical response to imagining this scenario shocked both Oscar and me. The fact that I had a series of orgasms while Oscar’s fingers opened and punished my tight vagina as he talked about other men touching and pleasing me provided irrefutable evidence that the thought of bedding other men aroused me.
Tonight, for his birthday, I allowed my husband to take me across town to the Hotel Vela. The Hotel Vela is also known as the ‘W’ Hotel by the locals because of the shape of the building. The hotel has a disco on the twentieth floor which is very popular with foreign travelers on holiday from other European countries or from the U.S.
Oscar selected this venue because it was highly unlikely that we would encounter any of our friends or co-workers. We truly would have a level of anonymity at the ‘W’ Hotel.
As Oscar requested, I wore my sheer blouse and the wrap-around skirt with no bra and no panties. I felt so wicked and bad. I was very aroused. When we arrived at the disco, Oscar sent me to sit by myself at the bar, dressed in the most provocative manner, while he sat at a table and watched with a keen interest.
It did not take long. While nursing my second drink, I was approached by a very handsome young man who was young enough to be my son. He was charming and sexy. His confidence and swagger were almost irresistible. His engaging smile and flirtatious style ‘sealed the deal’, so to speak.
Yes, I met Johan, a gorgeous Norwegian on holiday from Stavanger. Johan was tall, blond and blue-eyed, with a fantastic build. He was also in his early twenties, making him approximately twenty years younger than me. Johan fit every stereo-typical image of the type of youthful and virile stud for whom I could be tempted to open my thighs and my marriage.
Johan and I danced as Oscar watched. We touched, necked and caressed each other on the dance floor under the quiet gaze of my husband. At one point, I reached down and felt his erection through his trousers while allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. His erect penis was much larger than my husband’s.
I could feel my pussy leaking as my arousal grew. Since Oscar had instructed me to not wear my panties, my secretions were tricking down my legs and coating my inner thighs, making them quite slippery as Johan explored my body on the dance floor. I wondered to myself, ‘does Oscar have any idea how wet this young man was making me?’
After a series of torrid dances, I led Johan to Oscar’s table where I introduced my young, gorgeous, Norwegian friend to my husband. As I introduced Johan, I made it clear to my husband that if Oscar did not object strenuously, I was going to let this very youthful lover from Norway be the second man to ever fuck me.
I wanted him. And he certainly seemed to want me.
I honestly cannot say whether I was more disappointed or relieved that Oscar did not object. I suppose I felt both emotions simultaneously. When Oscar granted this handsome young visitor permission to fuck me, part of me felt that my husband should have been more protective and jealous; that he should have laid claim to what was his and his alone: his wife’s pussy. But honestly, another part of me desperately wanted this young, handsome twenty-year old to fuck me silly. And I was relieved that Oscar wanted to see him do just that.
That is where this chapter begins.
Chapter 3: My husband lets Johan take me:
I sat at the table in the disco located on the twentieth floor of the Hotel Vela. I was wearing a sheer silk blouse, wrap around skirt and no bra, no panties. Johan’s hand was massaging my bare upper thigh. I sat there, nervous and excited as my husband and my potential lover, Johan, discussed my fate for the evening.
The waiter came up and delivered a round of drinks, including a double vodka-cranberry juice for me. The waiter was obviously impressed by my braless nipples, which were very evident under the sheer silk material of my blouse. He smiled knowingly as he glanced from my erect nipples and my visible areolas to Johan’s hand massaging my upper thigh. The waiter surely knew what was in store for me that evening.
Oscar had ordered me a double vodka-cranberry juice. He seemed to think I might need some additional ‘liquid courage’ in the form of alcohol to prepare me for my adventure. He was right. I’d already had two drinks, but I needed some additional sedation in order to become comfortable with the thought of doing what my husband wanted.
The two men talked for several minutes about me as if I were not even present. They talked about Oscar’s and my marriage, and about Johan’s life in Norway. I sat there somewhat awestruck as I sipped my drink.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I realized that 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 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 around his neck and pressing myself into him. Breaking the kiss, I continued, “If you cannot handle him being there, I am still yours, but I know it would mean a great deal to Oscar to watch us in action and therefore it would mean a lot to me as well.”
“Go get him,” was all Johan said.
“Would you wait here for me?” I asked as I hurried to the bar.
I found Oscar at the bar. “Pay your bill and come with me,” I commanded. Oscar threw two twenty euro notes on the bar to cover his tab and hurried with me. I found Johan sitting in a large chair by the elevator bank.
“Johan, would you take me to your room and make love to me while my husband watches?”
“It would be an honor,” he responded.
We entered room 1124 and I took Oscar and led him to a comfortable chair in the corner of the room. “Oscar, I want you to sit here and watch. You can stroke yourself if you want, but you are not to cum unless I tell you to do so. Understand? Can you be a good boy while Johan fucks me?”
He sat down and sheepishly said, “Yes, ma’am.”
I looked at him and nodded. I felt a slight twinge in my pussy as I contemplated what was about to happen.
I knew I was about to take a very dangerous step, and I was not sure if either Oscar or I had the presence of mind to make a rational decision at that moment.
Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, and I walked to him and sat on his lap. Looking deep into his eyes, I held his face and kissed him. Immediately, I felt his penis throb against my ass as he opened his mouth to accept my tongue. His penis was continuing to pulse against my bottom as we necked.
“Johan, I love feeling your penis pulse against my bottom as we kiss. You make me feel so sexy, so desirable.”
“Irene, you should always feel sexy and desirable, because you are just that,” he replied.
I returned to kissing him deeply, and I took his hand and raised it to my breast. He felt me through the sheer silk material of my blouse. As he gently teased my nipple through the material, I knew I was going to take him inside me while Oscar watched.
I could feel my pussy leaking in anticipation. I could feel my pulse in my erect clitoris. And every pulse of his penis against my bottom sent a twinge through my loins directly to my pussy.
I stood up for a moment. Standing in front of him, I reached up and unbuttoned my blouse. Next I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stood in front of my young Norwegian lover wearing just my open silk blouse and my high heel pumps.
Johan opened my blouse to look at my naked form.
“My god, you are so beautiful. I had no idea a woman could look so wonderful,” he exclaimed with sincere appreciation in his voice.
I blushed under his gaze. I could feel my skin burning as it turned a deep crimson from my shame and excitement. Johan leaned forward and took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked it gently. I caressed his head as he suckled my sensitive tit.
He slid his hand up between my thighs while continuing to suck on my breasts. He was alternating between my erect nipples when his fingers found the opening of my vagina.
“Irene, you are very wet. I like the fact the you are getting so wet for me.”
I moaned loudly as his fingers teased my erect clitoris.
“Would you unbuckle my shoes for me?” I asked, standing naked.
Johan leaned forward and, with some minor fumbling, released the straps from my shoes. I stepped out of them.
I took his hand and encouraged him to stand. The front of his pants bulged distinctly, forming a huge tent. I reached down and gave his erection a gentle squeeze. “That is a very big bulge you have there, sir.”
I looked over at Oscar. He was sitting there as I had instructed him. His pants were bulging distinctly as well, indicating that he found this scene arousing. However, I could not interpret the expression on his face. It was a combination of worry, concern and fear.
“Are you okay?” I asked my husband.
Oscar nodded, but said nothing. Johan then placed his fingers under my chin and turned my face back towards him and said, “Irene, tonight I want you to focus on me. Oscar will be fine. And the more you enjoy yourself, the more Oscar will enjoy watching you. So, for the next couple of hours, I want you to forget he’s here.”
“I’m not sure I can do that, but I’ll try.”
I began unbuttoning his shirt. Johan kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He stepped out of his pants and sat on the bed to quickly remove his socks, leaving him wearing only a pair of plaid boxers. As he stood back up, I saw the glans of his penis sticking above the waist band of his boxers by at least an inch and a half.
He had a marvelous body; tight muscular chest and arms; powerful, athletic legs; tight, flat stomach, and a long, thick, very rigid erection. He was my Adonis. I could already see that Johan was much longer and much thicker than my husband.
The glans of his erect penis seemed huge. It was much thicker than the veined shaft it sat upon. The glans was pinkish-purple color, slightly darker than the shaft. It was plum shaped. The huge ridge looked like it could swab all of Oscar’s semen aside before leaving its own sperm in my womb.
I found the thick plum shaped head of Johan’s penis irresistible at that moment.
I led him to an armless chair that was in front of the vanity and mirror and guided him to sit down. I then climbed back on his lap, only this time I straddled his legs, placing one of my legs on either side of him.
Sitting astride him, my bare breasts exposed to his glance and his touch, I took his face in my hands, lifting it up, and resumed kissing him with all the passion I had.
I sucked his tongue into my mouth.
Johan cupped both of my breasts in his hands as our tongues danced together once again. Our tongues chased each other from his mouth to my mouth, and then back again.
I humped forward, pressing my naked, newly-shaven vulva into his erection, grinding my erect clit directly into his rigid cock. My vagina was separated from the shaft of his erection by the thin cotton material of his boxers. I could felt my slippery wetness leaking from me, soaking his boxers.
As I grinded myself into him, he humped back into me and gently teased my nipples. Johan had a naturally sensuous touch about him; he simply knew how to touch and please a woman.
He broke off the kiss, and then, leaning forward, took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently and causing me to moan out loud as I held his head to my breast. I was in absolute ecstasy. I did not want him to stop sucking my breasts, ever.
I continued to grind our crotches together, humping both of us into a frenzy of arousal. I felt very, very sexy sitting astride the man who I had decided to allow to turn me into a MILF and a hot wife this evening. We petted for several minutes, panting into each other’s mouth, exploring each other’s bodies.
“Johan, let’s move to the bed.”
I was ready to give myself to him.
I returned for one last tongue-probing kiss. Johan surprised me. Without breaking our kiss he arose, lifting me as I wrapped my legs around his torso. I was amazed at the ease with which he lifted me up.
As we approached the bed, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I realized, ‘This is it, this is the moment of truth. I’m going to give myself to him totally now.’
Johan placed me on the bed, lying on my back, my blouse open but still draped over my shoulders. Lying on top of me, he kissed me deeply as he explored and stimulated my wet vagina. I could feel myself opening up to accept his probing fingers. He inserted one, and then two fingers inside of me.
I could even sense the faint aroma of my arousal. The scent of my sexual response was clearly present, informing Johan how aroused I was. I simply could not believe how profoundly I was responding to his stimulation.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and our tongues continued to tease and explore each other’s mouth with a passion that I had not felt since I was a teenager. I moaned into his open mouth as his tongue penetrated my lips. I arched my hips up in time to the probing fingers that were penetrating my vulva. I was beyond reason, beyond thought. I was consumed by lust.
Johan kissed his way down my neck towards my breasts and began to suck on my erect nipples. I caressed his head as he suckled on my breasts while he continued to finger me.
He started kissing down my exposed belly, stopping to kiss my navel. Johan climbed between my legs and began kissing lower and lower. Instantly I realized what he was preparing to do; I was unsure I wanted to allow this. This is something Oscar never does, it simply is not on our ‘menu’. My husband does not lick me or kiss me down there, ever. I held Johan’s head, preventing him from going lower.
“Johan, you don’t have to do that,” I said, with a slight panic in my voice.
“Irene, you are so sexy, so beautiful. May I please taste you?” he asked, as his fingers continued to stimulate my vulva and clitoris.
I remember feeling absolutely powerless to resist this incredibly sexy man. I was so fucking turned on. I was so aroused I did not have the strength to resist. After a pause, I released my grip on his head and allowed him to continue kissing his way down my belly towards my wet and open vagina.
He kissed my vulva gently for several seconds, stopping to look at me ‘down there’. He was studying my most private parts. I wondered if he was deciding whether to continue.
I blushed deeply. I felt my neck and chest flush with embarrassment as Johan examined my pussy while continuing to finger me. I was glad that I had decided to shave myself earlier in the evening. Shamelessly, I spread my legs open to allow him to penetrate me more deeply with his fingers.
I cannot explain it, but despite the embarrassment, I enjoyed exposing myself like this. I liked Johan examining my most intimate parts. He gently kissed my vulva as he studied it. I did not know how to guide him, this was all new to me. I reached down and shamelessly held my vagina open, exposing my clitoris for his inspection. Johan kissed me right on my little nubbin, my erect clitoris, and I moaned approval.
He took my moans as approval to proceed, and tested my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. The contact of his tongue on my erect clit sent a shot of pleasure through me. “Oh god, Johan… do that again…”
I lifted my ass off the bed to give him better access.
Johan repeated touching my clit with his tongue, only this time he licked and stimulated me for several seconds before stopping.
“Oh, Johan, that’s the spot… god, that feels good,” I panted with excitement, encouraging him.
Johan began stimulating me with more enthusiasm, encouraged by my reaction. He flicked his tongue over my erect clit repeatedly, causing me to moan each time.
Then, without warning, he took my clit into his mouth and sucked on it!
“Oh shit, that’s too intense!” I shuddered.
I grabbed his head and tried to push him away because of the intensity of him sucking on my clit. But he was too strong, I could not break his suction on my vulva.
“Oh Johan… oh god… damn… too intense,” I hissed.
Despite my incoherent protests, he did not release my swollen clit from his lips. He sucked slightly harder as I shook and quaked under his stimulation. I could feel my orgasm starting to build!
Suddenly, as my orgasm neared, I stopped trying to push him away and caressed his head as he sucked my clit.
I was spreading my legs as wide as I could to open myself up for him. I was shameless. I knew I was going to cum if he continued stimulating me this way.
I was arching my hips up and grinding my pussy into his mouth and jaw. In the throes of my pending orgasm, I had completely forgotten about my husband watching me behave like a wanton little slut.
I felt like a puppet and Johan was pulling all my strings. He was getting me to react in ways I did not know were possible. And he enjoyed having this control over me, making me quiver and react in this way – and truthfully, I loved it too.
Johan continued to suck and tease my clitoris as he reached under me with his hand and began penetrating my vagina with his fingers, first one then two. I was so wet and so open that, after a little work, he was able to squeeze two fingers deep inside me as he stretched my pussy open.
Once his fingers were fully inside me, Johan found a spot on the front wall of my vagina, up near my uterus, that caused a reaction that shocked me. He’d found my ‘g-spot’.
I almost screamed as he began massaging the front of my vaginal wall. “Oh my god, ohhh…” I said between incoherent moans and other sounds of pleasure.
Up till now, Johan’s touch and kisses had me aroused and moaning, but the internal massage of my pussy at this spot coupled with his incessant sucking on my engorged clitoris caused me to buck and shake uncontrollably. I was reacting in a way I did not know was possible.
I was impatiently lifting my ass off the bed as I bucked my hips wildly. Johan was massaging my inner walls and driving me to an earth shattering climax.
My orgasm came upon me suddenly and violently and I responded to it more vocally and much pouder than I ever intended. I grasped a pillow and held it to my face to muffle my own screams of pleasure. I am certain that people in the adjacent rooms heard my shrieks clearly; they had no doubt that I was climaxing.
Holding Johan’s head in place with one hand, while clutching the pillow with my other hand, I continued to cum and grind my pussy into Johan’s mouth. I bucked my hips as I humped against his invading fingers. I lifted my ass off the bed to push his fingers deeper into me as wave upon wave of pleasure rocked across my frame.
“Oh, God… damn, Johan… don’t stop…” I moaned and panted.
After several waves of my climax rocked me, my clitoris began to be far too sensitive. I violently and forcefully pushed Johan’s head away from my crotch, breaking his suction hold on my clitoris, but he continued to move his fingers inside me, stimulating my uterine wall as I tried to come down from the orgasmic high.
“Oh Johan, you need to stop. You need to let me come down.”
Johan smiled broadly with a pride I had not seen previously and slowly withdrew his fingers from inside me.
coming soon: Chapter 4: Johan fucks me while Oscar watches and masturbates
