We are at a very elegant, upscale club. Various couples mingle about - you and I have been keeping to ourselves - quietly, but always looking.
I am wearing a long gown, with a daring slit high up one thigh. The gown is a deep blue, sharp contrast to my pale skin and light blue eyes. Underneath I have on matching deep blue thigh highs with a full lace border atop them. Matching high heels. A pearl choker and earrings. Hair pulled up loosely. You are also dressed very elegantly - in a dark suit with a tie that complements my dress. We look so happy and content together. I am wearing a simple band you've given me - telling the rest of the world that I am indeed "taken".
We sip our drinks and share several passionate kisses. I am sitting on your lap and my position allows a lot of leg and stocking to show to others. You notice that there are two well-dressed businessmen nearby, watching us intently. You smile at them and exchange a knowing look. I do not yet notice them. I am engrossed in your kisses and the wine. I'm starting to get just a little lightheaded. You excuse yourself for a moment to refresh our drinks. Unknown to me, you have arranged for the two men to join us in our suite upstairs in the hotel.
As I wait for you to return, the two men smile and approach me. They ask if they may join us, and I smile a bit shyly and tell them I am waiting for someone. They are very polite and well-dressed, good looking, and I smile and invite them to sit down. I am becoming a bit more drunk on the wine and I find myself giggling and being silly.
You are indeed watching us but are deliberately staying out of my sight. One of the men, the taller of the two, takes my hand and kisses it. (A move guaranteed to make me weak). He keeps my hand in his and when I begin to pull away, he moves in closer. I am flattered by his attention but am aware that you could be returning any second. "Please", I tell him, "my husband is on his way back here at this very moment".
He continues to smile and kisses light, feathery kisses up my arm. At the same time, his companion touches his lips to the back of my neck, softly. I feel myself getting dizzy from the attention, the wine and the sexual atmosphere of the club. I try to turn around to look for you, but instead I end up facing his companion and he plants a full, sensuous kiss on my mouth. A long, lingering, deep kiss. I feel as though I am being swept up in a wave of passion, as you and I had been getting rather heated in our kisses and with our wine before you left the table.
Meanwhile the first gentleman has begun to stroke his fingertips up my arm, to my neck, and barely brushes over the fullness of my breast. My gown is cut rather low, exposing quite a bit of the inner curves of my breasts. As I am being kissed deeply, the passion and the wine and the sexual energy begin to take over me. I respond to his kisses, deeply, hungrily. The first man takes his fingertips and traces a line from my neck to my breast and then in between them. Hands roam over my body, across my skin and over the silk of my stockings. I am no longer aware of whose hands are touching me and whose kiss I am so passionately responding to. Lost in the bliss of sexual arousal and desire. Two hungry, energetic, delicious males feeding my every need. Before I can come up for air, I feel yet another hand on me. It is you, my love.
"Oh my God, baby" I stutter from guilt at being 'caught' in such a passionate embrace -- with two strangers nonetheless.
"I don't know what came over me -- it must have been the wine ... oh sweetheart I am SO sorry!"
"Shhh my love" you whisper as you kiss me.
You pull me up off my chair and deeply into an embrace. We are so close I can feel your rock-hard cock pressed up against my tummy as we embrace. The other two men's hands are caressing me -- up my thighs, between my legs, over my breasts -- all in front of you.
I pull away with a shocked look on my face. "Sweetheart?"
You smile in response and the two men wrap their arms around me from either side. I am a bit wobbly from the wine and the passion. They help me walk towards the elevator. I turn to you and whisper, "Sweetheart? Aren't you coming?"
And you reply, "Oh yes, Julie, my darling, I am!"
As we approach the elevator, it slowly begins to dawn on me that YOU have indeed arranged for these two beautiful males to join us upstairs. I turn once before the elevator doors close and catch a glimpse of your sexy, smiling face as the doors close. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world; to be yours; to be your precious but so-naughty wife; your slutwife who fulfills your deepest, most intense fantasies. And in turn you know that you are fulfilling mine. We are both so incredibly fortunate to have found each other.
The elevator is glass -- visible from three sides into the main area of the hotel. There is a crowded party in the lobby and more than a few people are watching the elevator slowly climb up to the top floor. When they look up, they see me with hands palmed against the outer window; they see my gown raised to my hips, exposing my thigh high stockings, heels and sheer panties. A diamond glistens in my navel -- a present from you, my lover, my husband, my safe-keeper.
