"Baby, what I should wear for your party this Saturday? Any special requests?"
My 28
th
birthday was approaching and as usual, my wife Mariel let me pick her outfit as part of my birthday present.
This year, she had planned for us to go to a Salsa and Bachata nightclub and do some dancing. She loved dancing and was a great dancer, which was the total opposite of my situation. To put it simply - I was a horrible dancer, not to mention Salsa or Bachata.
"I'm thinking leather leggings, leather jacket, and strappy heels? I bet you'd look so hot in the full leather-look, what do you think?"
"Cat woman, biker girl vibes... it
has
been kind of chilly lately. I love the idea!" she said.
The reality was that she looked stunning in anything, whether she was trying to pull off a sexy-look or not. She had turned 28 six months earlier, and she was as gorgeous as ever; as if aging didn't apply to her. She was beautiful - a sexy 5'4", professional Latina in her prime, and I often caught myself wondering how I was able to land such an amazing, fit and beautiful woman.
As if her beauty wasn't enough, she had such a loving personality and a really big heart.
But of course, her beauty, fit body, and her bubble-butt were the first things that made guys turn their head towards her. She had a yoga/Pilates type of body, which were her workouts of choice. Catching guys checking her out became the norm for me. To add to that, it often happened where many of the guys who got to know her, developed feelings for her, or at least some type of crush - even while we were already dating. She was kind to everyone, and naturally, that made some guys think she was interested. We'd been together for seven years, and married for one.
As for me, I had never been the jealous type. In fact, I was, and am quite the opposite.
Over the years, I developed a sexual fantasy that grew on me stronger.
I started obsessing over her past, and everything sexual she had ever experienced.
It was so strong that I had to tell Mariel about it, eventually. "Where did you learn how to do this?" I asked one day during sex when started being
unusually slutty
. She shyly confessed to doing that with her ex. I absolutely loved hearing that.
She thought I was crazy and said it had been a one-time-thing. However, over time, she eventually eased into the idea.
She was a good girl at heart. She was family-oriented and religious, which brought along a lot of traditional beliefs. Anything out of the traditional moral codes was a "no-no" for her.
Eventually, she gave into telling me about her past. She saw how much sexy stories turned me on, and loved having that control over me. On the flip-side, however and unfortunately, I grew familiar with her stories; something which was bound to happen. I still loved hearing her tell me everything, but naturally, the high wasn't as good as it was when hearing them for the first time. Overall, her sex life had been pretty plain and vanilla. She really was a good girl at heart, and had only slept with two other guys, ex-boyfriends, before we started dating during our freshman year of college.
She had been so careful around her sexual experiences, and even had a "golden rule" leading up to our marriage: Any of her partners had to wear protection during sex, so cumming inside of her was completely out of the question. None of her previous ex's had done so, and I also had to wait seven years until our marriage to do so.
After finally graduating to the "hubby" title, I finally had the honor of being the first one to ever cum inside her during our wedding night... and boy, was that great! It somehow gave me a glimpse into the "bad-girl" inside of her, even though I had very much so earned the right to cum in her.
But I liked her as a bad girl. Eventually, my kink of wanting to know her sexual past evolved into
me actually wanting to watch her have sex with someone else
.
It took me a while to tell her about this evolved fantasy, but again, I did it. She reacted exactly the way I thought she would. The way any traditional, conservative wife would. She said it was hard enough to open up about her past sexual experiences, and that she was my wife - I should not want to share her with anyone else.
Saturday finally arrived after a very exhaustive week at work. I had been working towards a promotion that would come along with a great pay-bump, so I would often work weekends to stay ahead of the game. But not today. This was my birthday, and I wanted to have fun tonight. I wanted to forget about everything, even just for one night.
"You nailed the outfit, by the way. It's a little chilly outside, so I think tonight
does
call for some sexy leather leggings. I wonder how many stares I'll get tonight. They're actually really fun to wear!" she said playfully.
I loved the way she looked in her that full leather outfit. The leggings were very shiny, and made her legs, along with her bubble-butt look simply hypnotizing. Sometimes she wouldn't want to wear them for that same reason. She didn't like drawing too much attention and she said that she felt "over the top". Of course, I didn't mind. I would catch guys staring at her amazing figure every time she wore those shiny leggings.
She made me breakfast that morning, then left the house to get a manicure and pedicure.
I decided to go to the gym since she wasn't home.
That's where I ran into my buddy,
Victor
.
Victor had just turned 21. We seldomly hung out outside of the gym, mainly due to our seven-year age gap and naturally having different circles of friends. Despite this, he was pretty mature for his age, I'd say. He loved to lift heavy, and so did I, so we'd usually just end up working out together whenever we bumped into each other at the gym. He was a sharp-looking guy with a shredded physique as he would regularly compete at bodybuilding shows. And if those qualities weren't enough for a guy his age, he also happened to be a
great
dancer. He was a total ladies' man, and everyone knew it.
He always talked about how his libido was through the roof. He had a long-running joke of him being so horny all the time that he needed to sleep with a different girl every week.
"What are you doing tonight, bro?" I asked him while we worked out.
"No plans really. Maybe I'll hit up the club. I need to hit my quota for this week," he said, referring to his long-running joke.
I chuckled.
"My wife's throwing me a party tonight. Her friends will be there. You should come."
"Oh, yeah? Where at?"
"Salsa Havana Nightclub. We'll be there at 10:00 but you can just show up whenever."
"That place is pretty lit, man. Yeah, I'll be there. Can't miss your birthday, bro!" he said.
Back home and a few hours later, Mariel was trying out her outfit for my party.
"DAMN! You look fucking amazing, baby..." I said as I spanked her playfully.
"I think I'm starting to like wearing these! They seriously make my butt look great!" she said, referring to the tight leather leggings as she admired her own figure in the mirror.
"I'm getting a little worried you're going to get asked to dance in those and run away," I said playfully.
"You're worried about me being asked to dance? Like... by another guy?" she laughed.
"Okay, maybe not worried. Actually, it'd be hot watching you dance with someone else in that shiny leather outfit."
"Borderline misbehaving... I guess it would be kind of hot," she smirked.
"Whoa, you do? I didn't know you were so open to the idea now," I said. Her answer surprised me, to be honest. It had been the first time she was this welcoming to the idea about bringing in someone else.
"Well baby, it's your birthday! I want to make you happy! It's just dancing, anyway. No real harm in that. But I do think it's a little kinky knowing you'll be turned on while I'm out there having fun with another guy! Who would I dance with though?" she asked.
"Maybe one of my friends? I don't know. Let's play it by ear. We'll see what happens. I'm sure we'll have our fair share of options," I said.
She gave me a peck on the lips and we made our way to the night club. As we commuted there, her comment still resonated with me. I didn't know if she had a change of heart regarding my fantasy, but it sounded like a completely new and open-minded version of her.
Although I invited some of my own friends to my party, the majority of the guests were her closest girlfriends, which was totally fine by me. Everybody got along with each other, took pictures, and things seemed to be going very fun and well.
I counted her having at least five martinis by around 11:00. I was also drinking, but I had to stay on top of my game. I felt Mariel was in the party-mood, she was having a good time, and more importantly, had an open mind tonight. I couldn't get drunk and ruin it all.
By around 11:30 PM, the majority of our expected guests, including my buddy, Victor, had arrived. Mariel was on her sixth drink by now. She was really happy and seemed to be really enjoying herself as she danced with her all her girlfriends.
"No boys have asked me out to dance," Mariel said to me. She sounded tipsy, but also sounded somewhat bored. I was honestly surprised at her openness, not to mention, she was bringing back the topic herself.
"Baby, if I didn't know you either I'd be intimidated because of how fucking hot and beautiful you look in that outfit. You are easily the hottest girl in here. Also, all the boys here know you're with me. I can make it happen if you're serious about it. Be careful with what you wish for!"
"Uh oh! Okay. Well, why don't you surprise me?" she laughed and winked.
I knew exactly who to call on.
Victor
.
"Hey Vic, come here man," I said to him as I grabbed him and pulled him over to where Mariel was standing as she sipped on her drink.
