I never could have imagined what happened to me. I cannot believe what I did.
I'm a straight-laced woman who has never had a wild tryst with anyone other than my current husband. More often than not, our sexual encounters are alone, in the bedroom, and we have sex once a week like clockwork.
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One evening, my husband, Frank, came home and told me we were going out. "Dress sexy, I'm going to show you off." He declared.
Over the past few years, he has been whispering dirty things into my ear, telling me how much he would like to see me having sex with other people, and how he would like to watch. I'm not into that sort of stuff, but I play along, as it seems to turn him on. But now he is telling me to dress sexy and that he is going to show me off?
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Someplace you have never been before." He replied. "You probably won't meet anyone you know?
I'll confess I was slightly intrigued. I went into my closet and pulled out a tight miniskirt and a tight top that showed off my breasts. I put on a lacy garter and some fishnet hose I have been meaning to show off for his eyes only. Sexy, well I'll show HIM! Over the garters, I slid on matching lace panties before putting on a low cut pushup bra which gave my cleavage some extra oomph. I slid on the skirt and top and went to the bathroom to put on my makeup.
SEXY, huh? I decided to do myself up a little more than I usually do. Some bright red lipstick and heavier on the eyeliner than I usually do, I also decided to try a perfume that I wouldn't normally wear for my daytime office job. I put on some scandalous (well, scandalous for me) high heels, earrings, and a choker, and I had a look that really said, Fuck Me. We'll see how sexy he thinks this is.
I slowly walked down the stairs and I thought his jaw would hit the floor.
"Do I look sexy to you?"
"You're coming out with me like that?" He gulped.
"Well, I think this is how you wanted me to dress." I notice the bulge in the front of his pants, which I lightly caress with my hand. "And I think it's having the effect you wanted. Shall we go?"
He nods, fumbling for the keys, but by the time we get to the car, he regains his composure. He holds open the door for me and says, "You look amazing."
We listen to some jazz as we amble down the highway, talking about our day at work before going completely silent. We head to the outskirts of town to a place I don't ordinarily travel. We stop at a secluded building off the highway. As we walk towards the door, there is someone letting people in. My husband hands him some money, and the man leers at me, undressing what little I am wearing with his eyes. He opens the door and lets us in, no doubt checking my pert ass. The place is dark and a little smoky. The smell of sex is in the air in this place. As I walk down the corridor, I see men and women looking at me, as if they are checking me out. I walk by a passage way and I hear soft moans. The room is dark and lit by candles, are they having sex?
"What is this place?" I ask, startled by what I think I have seen.
"It's a swinger's club." He says, trying to be casual as we walk into the bar.
There are people dancing on the floor and kissing and groping one another. I can't believe he took me here. And now, dressed like I am. I feel like a fly in the spider's web.
"I'll be right back." He says.
"Where are you going?" I plead.
"Just have to go to the bathroom." He says, kissing me fully on the lips.
I order a club soda from the bartender and told him to run a tab. I look around, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.
Then I heard his voice.
