Once Cynthia had actually fucked another man, we vowed to keep up our kinky side of marriage as time and opportunity permitted. A big limiting factor was our desire to keep this completely private and for special occasions. She was a hard working associate at a prestigious law firm and I was also known in the business community. We knew we could never be true "swingers". We did not have the time. However, there were out of town trips for each of us and sometimes we found an opportunity to travel together on business.
I suggested to Cynthia that she explore her sensual side when she traveled alone, but so far the opportunity has not presented itself. She usually travels with a law partner and other personnel. It is mostly all business all day and maybe a cocktail in the hotel. I have no desire to look for any women outside of the marriage because I have the most delectable wife on the planet.
The first break in routine came about eight months after she had fucked Alberto in Cabo. I had a Thursday night flight and an early Friday morning meeting. The meeting was going to be over by noon. Cynthia's partner told her to take Friday off and go with me if she liked. That was all the encouragement she needed. I got up Friday morning, dressed and kissed her goodbye. She was going to sleep late, relax and wait for my return. Then we had an open ended flight so we could return at our leisure.
We went to lunch and then she decided she wanted to do some shopping. So off we went to the posh elite upscale mall. We browsed awhile and took in some clothing and shoe stores. I had decided to buy a new pair of shoes I liked. Cynthia surprised me when she suggested that I go back to the shoe store and make my purchase and then catch a cab back to the hotel. She seemed to have a plan so I relented. I made my purchase but instead of catching my cab immediately, I eased back close to where we had parted. I really didn't need to find her. I got near the location and saw a number of male heads turning as they walked down the corridors. I smiled to myself knowing that she was dressed casual, but super-hot. She had on a tight pair of yoga pants, athletic shoes, and a tight top. Every curve was on display, but she was totally proper. She had worn very little makeup because she didn't really need makeup to stand out. I watched for a while but decided that I really shouldn't spy on her like this.
I caught my cab and returned to the hotel. About two hours later, Cynthia called my cell and asked me to come to the lobby and help her with her packages. When I got there, she indeed had more bags than she could carry. She handed me some and told me, "No peeking."
Back in the room I asked her what our plans were. She said that we were going out to eat at a very nice restaurant and then hit some hot clubs for drinks and dancing. We took a trip to the pool and spent some time there. Of course every head turned when she entered the pool area. She was wearing a rather conservative bikini, but she was hot as hell anyway.
When we got back to the room, she suggested that I shower first and then help her pick out her attire for the evening. When I came out of the shower, she had most of her purchases laid out for my viewing. First she showed me a red garter belt and a pair of very high heels, also red. She said that these were non-negotiable. Next she showed me two bras. One was a stunning cup less red bra that left her nipples and most of her breasts in view. The other was a sheer red see -through number which would cover most of her breasts, but would be totally transparent. This was not an easy choice and looking at each one and then at her ample breasts gave me an instant erection. Finally I chose the cup less bra. She winked and said that was her choice also.
Next came the panties. She had laid out a flaming red thong, a sheer pair of red crotchless panties and what she called door # 3. This choice was hidden in a gift box. She said, "What will it be, Dear Husband?" I was about to pick the sheer crotchless ones, but decided to ask about door #3. She laughed and said, "OK, but only a quick look." She opened the box quickly and then closed it quickly. I did not see anything. I begged for a second look, but she said, "Absolutely not." Then the sly smile on her face caused me to re-evaluate the clue. I started getting the idea and she began chuckling out loud. Now we both knew that door #3 was indeed nothing.
This dilemma was worse than the bra choice. Finally I chose door #3. She smiled and said, "That was also my choice, but I didn't know if you would pick that." The stockings came next. She said this was also set. A dark coffee with very lacy tops and Cuban heel with seams up the back. Her outer garments were also set in her mind and I easily agreed. Her skirt was a light pink, very short, but with some flare and small pleats. The top was white satin. It was sheer, thin and shiny. The top would show the red bra in daylight, but we were out for the evening. We considered her going braless, but she said, "Well the night is still young." Now she had upped the ante. So I said,' on second thought, wear the thong over your garter belt. I was reasonably sure if she was willing to shed her bra, I could get the thong off of her also.
She said, "Honey, I am going to take a hot bath, but I want you to shave my legs and pussy." I loved her pussy nude and she kept it that way, but this was the first time I had been assigned to shave her. I was still in the hotel robe, so I drew her bath and applied shaving gel to her legs. I was careful not to cut her even though my hands were trembling. Her legs are exquisite. They are toned but not overly muscular. I was even more careful shaving her pussy. She knew all the positions she had to get into to make sure I slicked off any stubble.
Cynthia then dismissed me and said to get dressed while she bathed and did her makeup. When she came out of the bath, she was wearing the hotel robe also, but her makeup was very dramatic. She did not need much base and powder for her complexion is flawless. Her eyes were the big change. She had on long fake eyelashes, heavy but tasteful eyeliner and a trio of eye shadow. This made her eyes into sex organs. Any man who looked at her that evening would be instantly aroused. I thanked my lucky stars again to have such a lovely wife.
I helped her dress, handing each garment to her to put on. It was like a strip show in reverse. My little cock was at full attention. Finally she was dressed and then pulled her "hooker heels" on and announcing that she was ready to go. We took a cab and arrived at the restaurant. Cynthia's arrival was duly noticed by every man and a large number of women. She looked classy, not cheap. Her presence dominated the room.
After drinks, then a fabulous dinner, we took a glass of dessert wine to finish. When we were done, we made our exit and took another cab to what the cab driver told us was the most popular club in the area. Cynthia again turned heads as we walked in. We got a table near the dance floor and ordered drinks. We were starting to get very mellow with the wine and now more drinks. We danced a few numbers and returned to our table. As expected, many guys were checking her out and considering asking her to dance.
She was easy to spot in the club. No matter how many hot women were there, Cynthia was easily the most beautiful. In due time, a young good looking younger guy came over and asked if she wanted to dance. She looked at me and I told her it was fine by me. He led her to the dance floor and began a relatively fast dance. I wanted to see how close her garters and stocking tops were to showing. It didn't take long. As she raised her arms in the dance, you could see the tops and straps. I could not see the thong yet however.
Over the next thirty minutes or so, this guy returned to our table and asked for my permission to dance with my wife. I went to the rest room during one of the dances and when I came out, I stopped at the bar. The young guy had just dropped Cynthia back at our table and had not seen me standing at the bar. He had a buddy about his same age.
When the guy got back to the bar his friend said to him, "I don't know why you are hustling that hot brunette. She is married and your little cock would never satisfy her anyway." The guy responded, "You are one to talk, Shrimp Dick." I filed that away and left the bar. When I returned to our table, I asked Cynthia about the guy she had been dancing with.
