The next morning was a Saturday, and we had already planned to do some shopping for some more sexy outfits, and in the evening she would dress up so we could go and act out her fantasy.
"So, do you have some types of clothes which you want to buy me darling?" My wife asked in a seductive voice.
"Oh yes!" I replied, "borderline slutty I think, short skirts, short dresses, see through tops, high heels, stay up stockings."
"Ok then, let's get started.
I first directed Sam to New Look, which normally caters for late teens and early twenties, rather that early forties like us, and she seemed reluctant.
"I'm not sure I can wear clothes designed for teenagers darling." She protested as I pulled her towards the entrance.
"I told you I wanted slutty, so let's try here." I told her firmly.
Once inside I started walking around the store grabbing garments. I got some very short corduroy skirts, slightly longer button through denim skirts, very short, slightly flared dresses, slightly see through tops, tops which she couldn't wear a bra with, and finally tops which revealed a lot of cleavage.
"Now try them all on," I told her firmly, "I'll be sitting in this comfy seat, and you must model each one for me."
The first thing she came out wearing was a pretty floral flared dress. She looked great, but then she started trying to pull the hem down.
"Stop!" I commanded, "you must never pull the hem of your dress or skirt down, your attitude must be that you don't care about it riding up."
"But my knickers might show!" She objected in a whiny voice.
"Firstly, I am sitting down, and I can't see your knickers, so you are worrying about nothing, but, more importantly, it's good to show your underwear, guys love girls who flash their panties. Now, I've decided that we're going to buy that dress, so go back and try on the next thing."
The next item she came out wearing was a very short corduroy skirt, which showed off her legs beautifully.
"I wouldn't be able to sit down in this skirt without showing my panties." She told me in a pleading voice.
"Good, it's perfect then, but we'll have to get you some sexier lingerie. You don't need to try on the other colour, we'll take them both. Try on the denim one now."
We ended up buying quite a number of new, sexy and revealing outfits, plus sexy lingerie and high heeled shoes, but then, just before heading home I pulled Pam into a shop which sold sex toys. I paid over £100 for a remote controlled egg vibrator.
"What's that for," she asked me, "we're going out aren't we?"
"Wait and see." I replied enigmatically.
At about six Sam started getting ready. I'd told her to wear one of the short, clingy, dresses, stockings, high heels, and some very skimpy lingerie. By seven thirty she was ready to leave.
"Just a second darling, you're missing something," I told her as I grabbed the vibrating egg from it's hiding place, "I just need to slip this inside you, then test it."
I slipped the egg inside my wife's vagina, glad that I'd smeared the device with lube before hand, aligned the mini bulb with her clit, and pulled her knickers up
"OK, now, let's test it."
"Oh wow! That feels weird, but quite nice," she told me, smiling a little uncertainly, "When can I take it out?"
"When I tell you to." I answered firmly.
"You're obviously not expecting me to get laid then?" She taunted.
"If you're about to get laid, you have my permission to take it out, but otherwise, keep it in."
"Ok master."
I set the egg on a low setting, just to keep her a little aroused, and we set off for the hotel bar. When we got there I sent Sam over to the bar and found myself a seat at a small table which gave me a good view of the bar. Sam would have to turn around completely to see me watching her. She got herself a glass of Prosecco and started playing with her phone.
Nothing happened for about ten minutes, and my wife had nearly finished her drink and was starting to get restless, but then a rather good looking and well dressed man arrived at the bar and stood fairly near to her. He said something and she shook her head, then he said something else and she replied, then spoke to the barman. I hoped that he just offered her a drink and she accepted.
It was so frustrating not being able to hear the conversation.
The barman brought a bottle of Prosecco and my wife's admirer filled her glass, and then picked up his beer.
They chatted for quite a while, and he started to get a bit more touchy freely, so I turned the egg up a bit, which caused Sam to start squirming a little.
After a few more minutes I got a surprise, another man turned up. He shook hands with man A, then positioned himself on the other side of my wife and ordered himself a drink. He was immediately more amorous than his friend, whispering in her ear, rubbing up and down her back.
I turned the egg up another notch. When they made their move, I wanted Sam to be desperately horny. She started squeezing her legs together, presumably trying to avoid having an orgasm in front of her two admirers. I don't know whether the guys could smell her arousal, or sense what her movements signified but they both immediately stepped up their seduction.
The first man, who was behind her, puts his arms round her waist and started rubbing up and down the front of her dress right over her pubic mound. Guy B took her face between his hands and started gently kissing her on her fabulous lips.
I turned the egg up one more notch to take her over the edge into orgasm. It worked brilliantly, she bucked against the hand which was rubbing her mons, and probably would have cried out if she didn't have a man's tongue in her mouth.
I turned the egg completely off, feeling that my work was done.
My post orgasmic wife continued to be rubbed and caressed by her seducers, and after about ten minutes the man behind her whispered something in her ear, and she nodded and set off for the ladies toilets. I concluded that she was off to remove the egg in readiness for intercourse with her new friends. I decided that I might as well go home, so I finished my drink and headed towards the toilets.
