1 comments/ 69202 views/ 4 favorites Fantasy 1, Ch. 01 By: texasreb1369 My heart was beating so fast I thought I would have a heart attack. My loving, wonderful, beautiful child bride had finally sent me an email notifying me of the absolutely best birthday present ever in my whole life. Her message read as follows: "After much thought, prayer and discussion I realize how badly you want and how important it is to you for me to totally give myself to you sexually. To do exactly what I am told when I am told wherever I'm told without question or complaint. Even though I will have a hard time I am sure with some of the things you will ask/demand/order, I really want to make you happy and be the best wife/lover/partner/slut/cunt ever in your life. I trust that you will never allow me to get hurt or in trouble. I trust you will always love me no matter what. And I have finally come to the conclusion that you will love me more the longer I am totally yours. All that being said, My darling I am yours today, tomorrow and forever. Love me, use me and do with me what you will. I love you Debbie" My mind began to accelerate so quickly I had to sit down and gather myself. First I had to tell myself do not move to fast, in fact, to really make this enjoyable to both of us the pace must be slow, erotic and romantic. Gradual and deliberate movement to more and more erotic and sexual adventures was the only way for it to proceed. I responded with an email thanking you from the bottom of my heart and underwear, asking her for a date that night for dinner and dancing. She responded with a short email that said only, "Thank you and yes." I went home and find her standing in the living room in her simple black dress, pearls and what appeared to be a new pair of heels that seemed to be a bit higher than I had ever seen her in before. Her hair and makeup were perfect her black stockings made her legs look great and it appeared there was nothing on underneath that simple black dress that is thin and clinging so beautifully. I quickly cleaned up and dressed nicely and found Deb in the living room surrounded by cats. All three cats were moving around her with a sense of excitement about them. Moving between her ankles, climbing on her breast and shoulders (complimenting her outfit with wonderful cat hair) and purring to beat the band. As if they could feel something different in the air. She looked up and shyly smiled with a bit of uncertainty evident in her eyes. I took her hand, pulled her to a standing position, gently took her face in my hands and lovingly kissed her lips. Knowing this was the best thing in my life. Her breath grew a little more rapid, I think from anticipation of not knowing what would happen or when or even if............ As I walked her to the car I placed my hand on her back which to my surprise did not feel any bra. With this info I stepped closer to look more closely at her breasts. Sure enough her nipples were standing out prominently. Already my level of excitement was verging on the wonderful level. I had left my Blazer in the driveway and walked her to her door which I opened politely. She smiled mischievously as she turned her body to move her beautiful ass onto the seat. As she began to sit down her right hand brushed against my cheek, down my chest and boldly fondled my cock and balls. Looking down at her hand I also saw her place her left leg on the floor board of the vehicle while her right foot remained on the concrete drive. This action pushed the flimsy material of her dress up her legs. As the dress went up I realized she had on thigh high stockings, not pantyhose thank god. When she saw my smile she asked, "Do you like that?" I responded, "Very much!" She grinned said, "Well if you like that maybe you will like this even better." Then she slowly grasped the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over her lap revealing a totally naked, beautifully clean shaven cunt that appeared to already have created it's own moisture just from the anticipation of what the night might hold. Stepping back to have an even better look, the sight I beheld was maybe to most erotic thing I could remember. I leaned into the car between her spread legs and kissed her long hard and deep. Gently running my middle finger up and down her very moist and wet cunt. She moaned as the kissed lingered. I pulled away before we got so carried away dinner would be forgotten. The drive to Morton's was made more enjoyable by the way Deb choose to sit. Leaning her back against the door and moving her left knee on to the median allowed me an unobstructed view of slit that runs from her seat to her clit. She was very aware of how turned on I was and seemed to be enjoying the control she had on me at this juncture of the evening. Smiling I thanked her for the beautiful show. She smiled and looked up seductively and ask, "Is there something else you would have me do Kind Sir?" I pinched myself to make sure I was not dreaming or hallucinating. It was all real,"Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.........." Well, since you ask I would have you roll your nipples between your thumb and forefinger any time they are not sticking out enough to be noticeable. Without a word your lifted your left hand and with you thumb and forefinger began to roll your right nipple. This continued until we reached the restaurant. My cock was harder than it has been in a long time. I was loving every minute of it. As I opened you door to go into dinner you again slowly removed yourself from the Blazer by spreading your legs for any and all to see your erotic sexual beauty. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. As we walked to the front door you glanced down and pinched both your nipples so they would be at full attention when we entered the foyer. I was so proud and excited I had to stifle a loud shout. I was not sure you even knew the valet parking guys had been sitting off to the rear of the Blazer and saw your wonderful show exiting the Blazer. Their smiles and thumbs up assured me they had enjoyed you very much. We were seated in a corner booth that was partially secluded from the most of the restaurant. The hostess looked you up and down as she lead us to the booth. When the waiter appeared he thoroughly checked you out as you slide into the booth. As you settled into the booth you leaned into the table top placing your breast on your arms which you had crossed along the table edge. This pushed your breast up and out to show the maximum cleavage for the waiter and I to enjoy. God I was loving every minute of it. The waiters smile insured he liked what he saw. I love you new attitude. Over dinner I shared my excitement and wonder over your new attitude. You shared your fears and hopes that you would be able to continue to grow more able to keep me excited. During dinner you ask if I had any suggestions. After some thought I ask for a couple of things right off. One: A more sexual hug for any and all. When hugging or dancing with someone, me or anyone else, I would like for you to push your whole body against your huggers body. Paying particular attention to insure the first part of you body to touch the other person be your pussy mound and then your breasts. Maintaining contact throughout the hug or dance. When dancing and you are pushing your cunt against your dance partner always allow his or her leg to go between your legs. Two: For us to get back to daily exploration of sex on the internet. And share what we did with each other at the end of the day. More of this as we grow more comfortable playing and enjoying this new openness. Before we began the process of leaving you leaned over and said in a very sexy voice, "The valet guys seeing my pussy really excited me. Did you like it?" "Of course, what a silly question, wonderful slut/cunt that you seem to be becoming". Needless to say dinner went well. Next installment: Dancing with a new attitude. Fantasy 1, Ch. 02 Next installment: Dancing with a new attitude. Not knowing where to go dancing created a quandary. After much discussion we agreed some of the hotels had live music in the upscale lounges. No way to avoid lounges with the alcohol and smoke if we are gonna dance. On the way to a place to dance we chatted about our night so far. I shared my deep appreciation of your new willingness to do things that you think turn me on. The way you dressed, the fact that you had shaved your own cunt, the no bra look that allowed you nipples to be kept erect at all time, the slow entrances and exits from the car for the valet guys viewing pleasure, the way you sit in the car now with you cunt exposed to me at all times, and the fact that I can make suggestions without you getting your feelings hurt (Especially the dancing and hugging part. I'm getting a real hard-on just writing this.) You share the fact that you are really enjoying showing off and strutting your stuff just because you can. You, also, share that you are on the verge of an anxiety attack with anticipation wondering what I will ask you to do and what you might just jump up and do to keep working on turning me on. Actually a wonderful conversation throughout. When we pull up to the Holiday Inn on 410 to go to the Frog Lounge (not sure of the actual name) I use the valet parking more than willing to pay for valet parking if it might allow you another opportunity to continue practice your new found, exhibitionist behaviors. Under the brightly lighted foyer the young man opening you door seems to be one to understand the perks of his job specifically the chance to see some erotic behavior while assisting women in and out of vehicles. I stay seated under the steering wheel long enough to watch whatever show you might put on. The young man opened your door standing back looking right into the door opening. You look at me with the biggest mischievous grin I have ever seen. Your dress is already bunched in your lap from having been showing me your pussy while driving over here, so you turn in the seat with out pulling the hem down at all. Sliding to the edge of the seat and placing you right foot on the cobblestone drive leaving your left foot inside the Blazer on the floor board providing a completely open view of your cunt for the young man to enjoy. Then stop, turn your head back over your left shoulder and ask, "I this kind of what you had in mind?" I reply, " Without a doubt! You are becoming such a wonderful slut." The young man stepped closer all the time with his eyes locked on now really moist cunt, took your hand to help you out of the Blazer. You looked up catching his eyes locked on your sex and coyly coo a sexy "Thank you." Once standing you make an issue of slowly, oh so slowly, pulling your hem line down below your cunt line. As you walk away toward the entrance the young man looks at me smiles and again I get an enthusiastic thumbs up. Once in the lounge where to sit became an issue up for and worthy of debate. The issue was what did we want to accomplish that would be affected by where and how we sat. The dance floor was in the middle of the room. Directly across from the entrance was the bar just full of singles mixing and mingling. To our right is a raised area with table and chairs with a rail separating it from the dance floor. Other seating areas were to the left and right of the dance floor and bar. I suggested we take one of the small tables along the rail on the raised portion of the table area. This raised section overlooked the dance floor and was close to the rail opening to allow easy access to the dance floor. That, you said, was fine with you. The waiter took our coke order and we settled in. The crowd was the usual bunch for a hotel lounge. Some couples, some tables with just women, some with just men and numerous single (Or men without wives, dates or women to be with.) men and women. Rather an upgrade looking bunch. Mostly suits and sport coats no tee shirts or jeans. The women were dressed in outfits ranging from professional business suits to outfits similar to yours, which were designed to attract attention. Classically slutty if I do say so myself. I leaned over and put my finger in the front of your dress and pulled it out and looked at your nipples. Your breathing became more rapid and to my thrill you said or did nothing to discourage my forward behavior. The guys at the next table picked up on my action and became very interested. I smiled at them when I released your top. They smiled back. I leaned over and ask if you would like to dance. Your reply was, "Of course!". I reminded you of the new rules for hugging and dancing. You just smile, take my hand and lead me out on the dance floor. The guys at the next table are very attentive of your legs and jiggling breast as we pass by their table on our way to the dance floor. You pull me around the rail to a spot directly in front of the table of guys. You pull me to you and whisper in my ear, "I thought since we have an audience we should continue to give them a good show." My response was a huge smile with the question, "Just what do you mean by a good show?" With a shaky voice you say, "I'm not exactly sure yet, are you." Dancing fast for the first few songs you kept their attention as well as mine, touching your hips and legs, dragging the hem of dress up a little as you pulled your hands up your thighs. Backing into me rubbing your beautiful ass against my crotch and I was actually getting an erection. Finally a slow song came on. I ask, "Are you ready for this? With out saying a word you slink over to me put both you hands on my hips and push your cunt against my dick. The guys at the table were all eyes. You move your hands up and around my neck and your body melts against mine. I raise my arms and kiss you deeply. Our tongues duel to get into each others mouths. Slowly I bring my hands down your side until they slip over your breasts. I take you nipples in my thumb and forefinger and roll them until they are hard as rocks, again. I move my hands down to your hips as we sway to the music. I slide your hips a little to the right until my right leg is dancing between your thighs. As I continue to pull you to me your hemline begins to work its way up to allow my pant leg to come in direct contact with you now juicy pussy. As we dance I dip you in such a way that you cunt is rubbing on my upper thigh. After a while I no longer have to move your hips with my hands. You are working on an orgasm and don't really need my help. So I slide my hands around and cup you barely covered ass. The back of your dress is up to where everyone can see the top of you thigh high stockings but not your ass. We dance this way until the end of the song. You don't want to stop but I pull you off the dance floor. As we separate you slowly pull your dress down and brush your front caressing your breasts as you go down. The guys at the table are spell bound. "Well, if you are not gonna dance with me, I'm going to the bathroom." I take your arm and ask are you going to the ladies room to use it or are you gonna masturbate and finish what we started on the dance floor? You smile real big, I'm not sure if that was why you were going or you liked the idea when I brought it up. I share that you can only cum if you have my permission. Your lower lip sticks out and off you go prancing to the bath room. I retreat to the table making sure my blazer covers up my erection and the wet spot on my leg from you rubbing your wet cunt. As I sit down the guys at the next table start making conversation. "Wow your wife is really hot.....Man you are one lucky guy............etc. Yeah, I shared I'm one lucky guy. She's a whole lot of woman. They were in their 30' and 40's in town for a convention. Wondering if I wanted or needed to involve others in our play this soon hesitated to get too friendly at this time. Your saunter and swaying return trip from the bathroom was just oozing with sex. It seemed like a whole new way of walking for you. Maybe it was the new higher heels, maybe it was the sans underwear or maybe it was just a new attitude and a willingness to turn me and the world on. You were being very successful. The guys at the next table were all eyes, again. You couldn't help but notice the guys ogling you up and down and didn't try real hard to hide the sensuous smile they brought to your face. Instead of taking the chair you had been sitting in you pulled out the chair on the end of the table that faced the guys. Still with you sensuous smile you winked at me as you slowly lowered yourself into your new seat. As you settled into your seat you leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek, "Whispering in my ear, "Are they looking up my dress?" I quickly lifted my eyes off the top of your stockings and was not surprised that all eyes were locked on your twat or leg or whatever they could see. The poor guy with his back to you nearly twisted his neck trying not to miss any of the show. I replied, "No the are not looking they are totally staring! And I think it is wonderful that you would entertain the troops so wonderfully, especially on our first night out." As you sat back up straight you lifted your left foot up and placed it on the leg brace of your chair. This allowed an unobstructed view up your skirt. The bolder of the guys at the table gave me a thumbs up in appreciation. I was very curious as to what they could and could not see, so I got up and told you I was going to the men's room. And being the smart ass that you can be, you said, "To pee or to play with yourself?" Paybacks.......... I smiled and walked around to the other side of the table where the guys were sitting. Sure enough three of the guys had a clear shot at you twat and all its moist/wet brilliance. God that made me so hard I could hardly stand it. I leaned into the guys table and let them know that you loved to dance and might be willing to dance if asked. I thought they would break a leg or each other's necks getting up to be the first to dance with you. With that I sauntered off to the men's room. But only got to corner of the club near the men's room and looked back to see how you were handling this new development. At first you seemed hesitant but finally got up to dance with the largest of the four guys. And away you danced. I went on into the men's room and peed without playing with myself, hardly at all. I did not want to waste this excitement. On returning from the men's room I could see you dancing a slow dance with the same guy you had been dancing with when I left. It appeared you were glued to his body, maybe even allowing his leg to slide between your legs and pushing your skirt up a little. I could not tell if he was trying to rub up against you more than you were trying to rub your cunt all over his leg and cock. I did not matter the vision of dirty dancing was very erotic and had the other three guy's eyes glued on the two of you. At the end of the next song, despite the big guys arguments to the contrary, you, holding hands with him, came back to our table. He gave you a big hug before he pulled your chair out allowing you to sit. The guys at the other table were all eyes, again, not wanting to miss the show. You did not disappoint. Slightly pulling up your skirt/dress as you began to turn to sit, you swung you right leg under the table leaving your left leg spread the other direction as you slowly lowered your ass onto the chair. What a view the guys must have had. I thought their eyes were going to pop out of their heads. As the next guy tried to ask you to dance you let him know he would be next but you needed a moment to catch your breath. Picking up your coke you leaned over and asked, "Well, did you like that?" "Of course, I replied but the better question is did you like/enjoy it?" You slyly smiled and whispered into my ear that the big guy was a good dancer and was really big all over. I of course ask what you meant by that? You called me an ass then proceeded to share with me that he had pulled you very close while you danced and rubbed his very hard and large cock against you stomach and cunt while he held you pressed up against him by cupping your ass in both of his hands. And you were very proud of yourself for not telling him to stop or trying to pull away. I replied then I guess that means you are having a good time and would like to stay longer for more play. You said, "Why don't you let my actions answer that question." I reached over and pinched your right nipple between my thumb and forefinger to pull you to me for a kiss. I told you how much I loved you and how much fun I was having so far and to go for it. Whatever "it" is/was. You smiled and asked the table of guys, "Now which one of you is supposed to be next?" The next guy leaped up before he lost his place. Grabbed your hand and lead you out on the dance floor. After you and I dance, your dances with his friend seemed to make him think he could take certain liberties with you without any warm up or fore play. He took your arms and put them around his neck, places his hands on your ass and pulled you hard up against his already hard and throbbing cock. He then proceed to not really looked like he was dancing with you so much as he was dry humping your cunt on the dance floor. The other guys were laughing and punching on another as their eyes followed you twos every move. Again I was thrilled when you did nothing but allow yourself to be used as a sex toy. I think I even was able to see you becoming even more aroused than you already were. After one dance the guy brought you back to the table and as he stepped from behind you it was apparent why he wanted only one dance. The large wet spot on the front of his pants told the world that he had prematurely ejaculated while humping you on the dance floor. You could hardly contain yourself, to keep from laughing but you were nice and did not embarrass him any more than he already was. You whispered to me, "What he doesn't even know is he is not the only one who had an orgasm!" "Did you enjoy the show, your slutty wife has been putting on? You asked. Without a shadow of a doubt was my quick reply. The only thing I will do different next time is to have a camera. This remark made you look at me wide eyed. Then in a very serious manner you said, "Enough of this back to business!" Turned, got up and grabbed the next guy hand and tried to pull him up but he resisted. You ask, "What's the matter?" He sadly replied, "I don't know how to dance." With that you replied, "So, what you need to learn I think I can teach you in one dance, so come on with me now." He sheepishly got up and let you lead him out to the dance floor. Where you took his hands and placed them on your ass, then put your hands around his neck and tried to pull him to you. This did not seem to be working so you moved your hands and arms from around his neck and place then nicely on his butt cheeks. This allowed you to get the affect you were after. Slowly you began to move to the music and he quickly got the idea and the two of you melted together into one slow moving erotic motion. It was amazing how quickly he got your message. He too did not last very long and had to join his partner in the men's room or wherever they went to hide their wet spots. After you got back to the table you rested for a couple of dances then both the guys left at the table ask if you would like to dance the next fast dance with both of them at the same time. Your eyes brightened and you smiled at me, saying, "Eat your heart out you dirty old man. And just enjoy the show." "I did, I am and I will!" was all I could say as the next fast song started. The guys had figured the system out and remained seated while you turned to see if they were ready to dance now. You also figured out what they wanted and proceed to do exactly what they wanted. Which was for you to spread your legs while facing them so they might have a great view of your juicy, wet and swollen cunt lips. You were absolutely wonderful. Slowly spreading your legs as you began to talk to them about dancing. Placing your right leg one the brace on the legs of your chair which pushed your dress/skirt up to the top of your thighs. Their eyes never left your crotch. You finally ask, "OK guys, are we gonna dance or are you two going to just look at me and not let me have any fun?" With this they both got up and held out a hand to help you up. Only after you started to stand did their eyes leave your pussy. I sitting there pushing my hard on down in my trousers. Damn I wish we were at home so I could share it with you. Chapter 3: More dancing. Fantasy 1, Ch. 03 Once the guys, the two remaining after the other two had problems with pre-mature ejaculations, took their eyes off your clean shaven, moist and swollen cunt lips and took your extended hand to move to the dance floor. They both followed you onto the floor where a disco song was playing. You began to dance, sway and play to the beat of the music as you turned around to face them. They both began to dance around you, taking turns taking your hand and spinning you around which caused your skirt to flare erotically. You could see me smiling on the other side of the rail every time your skirt flared. Of course this gave you ideas immediately. When one of the guys took your hand again, you with the other hand grabbed and pulled up on your skirt, which caused the other guy dancing with the two of you to clap his hands enthusiastically. From the look of your smile it seemed like you were having a great time and it was obvious the guys were having a ball. The three of you danced and played through a couple of songs continuing to have a great time laughing, flirting and teasing each other. Then the band took a break. One of the guys wrapped his arms around you, pulled to him and gave you a very wet, juicy and tongue wagging kiss, which you responded too with vigor of equal to or more so than he was giving. The other waited patiently for a few seconds but finally got tired of waiting and tapped you both on the shoulder letting you know it was now his turn. Reluctantly the other guy finally let you go and the other guy spun you around and did exactly the same type erotic kiss. Again, you were more than a willing participant. After everyone else had left the dance floor. The first guy that had kissed you came to the table where I was sitting, smiled and ask if he could sit with me. I waved him into a seat still watching you growing more and more hot as the guy just would not stop kissing you. After a couple of minutes the two of you were the only ones on the dance floor, which was causing quite a stir around the bar. The guy sitting with me started to make conversation, heehawing around in such a way that I could tell he wanted to talk about something other than the weather. He began to tell me how lucky I was, how sexy you looked and what fun they were having dancing with you. He thanked me for letting them dance and occupy you for most of the night. We talked and he shared they were in town for a convention; staying in the hotel we were dancing in. After stuttering and stammering some more the guy finally got out an invitation for us to come up to their room for a drink. I shared that we did not drink but if he and his friend could talk you into it, she or we might be willing to go up to your room for a while. This confused him to no end. He sat turning from looking at me to looking at you and his friend still locked together like horny lovers. I let him stew for a couple of minutes not knowing where this was going. Finally, I ask him if he knew what a submissive slut is. His eyes got as big as saucers and again he looked from me to the two of you. Then he asked in a very polite and courteous voice, "Are you telling me she might be willing to go up to our room with the both of us for a while?" "Again, you will have to ask her. But it is absolutely fine with me, whatever you two can talk her into." I said smiling. Again, he was unsure where to go with this. After some serious thought he ask, "Let me understand what is going on here, ok?" I again smiled and said, "Sure." He began to explain that his understanding of a slut was someone who liked sex a lot and fucked other people but was not a whore who would charge money. Now the submissive part he was not totally sure about. Again smiling I answered, "So far you have a slut pegged pretty closely." He blurted, "But isn't she your wife and you are telling me she is a slut, who might go up to our room with me and my friend knowing that we want to have sex with her." I laughed and shared, "Sounds like you are finally figuring out what may happen here." Once more his eyes got at big as saucers. He wanted to be very sure what he was hearing so he politely asks again if he could ask a few more questions. I replied that he could ask me anything he might want to ask. So he started stammering and stuttering again when loud whistles, hoots, applause and hollers began to come from the bar area. We both looked up and my wife and the other guy had finally drawn the attention of most everyone in the room. After a couple of more minutes it finally dawned on them that all the noise was about them, so embarrassed they broke from groping kiss and hurried back toward the table. My wife smiling and embarrassed sat down without an audience for her leg show and put her face in her hands, shaking her head back in forth in disbelief. The guy who had been kissing her sat down laughing and talking about what a little hottie she is. Then he realized what he had said in front of her husband, he immediately started making apologizes. I let him know that it was quite all right and I felt exactly the same way. I have known for a long time what a little hottie she is. He realizes I'm not mad and thanks me for letting them dance with her. I let him know he was welcome. You raise your face out of your hands and say, "If you guys will excuse me for a moment I'll go powder my nose and get a breath of fresh air." With that the guy you had been kissing her started to get up, saying he would go with you to get some of that fresh air. His friend grabbed his arm, motioning him to keep his seat, whispered to let her go and to shut up. The guy looked at him like he was crazy, leaned over and began to whisper in his friend's ear. The guy who had been sitting at the table listened then told his friend to just cool it, stay where he was and to please shut the f_ _ k up, thank you. The kissing guy looked at his friend in disbelief but stayed where he was as my wife danced away towards the ladies room. Then the guy I had been talking to at the table resumed where we had left off, or so he hoped. "As I was saying, before we were so rudely interrupted by your beautiful wife and bozo here. You would not be angry or mad that we might want to take your wife upstairs to our suite and try to talk her into having sex with us?" he said loud enough for his friend to hear every word. His friend's mouth dropped open and his eyes got as big as saucers again. Looking at the kissing guy trying to figure out how this conversation got to this point I had to laugh knowing one would have had to be there to understand. So I calmly shared, "What I said was it was entirely up to her what she wanted to do or not to do. If you guys can talk her into something I am perfectly fine with it." Kissing guy shaking his head to make sure he had not had too much to drink and wanting to be sure he was following this conversation fully, said, "Whoa, did I hear you correctly? You just ask this gentleman if we could take his wife up to our room? Is that right." He looked back and forth from me to his friend in disbelief. His friend laughingly said, "Now you know why I told you to keep your seat and shut up." No sh_t!" kissing guy said in amazement. About that time you returned to the table looking sexily refreshed. Smiling as you could feel many eyes on you and your sexy attire. When you were seated, you pulled me to you and whispered in my ear, "Don't you think you better take me home now before I get into more trouble?" I responded quickly with, "Trouble! What trouble have you been in? I'm not aware of any trouble you have caused tonight." You laughed gently punched me on the shoulder and said, "You know what I mean." "No I really don't." I assured her. "You are really going to make me talk about this in front of these to wonderful dancer aren't you?" You say glancing at them as you spoke. Playing dumb again I said, "I just don't understand what you think has happened that was trouble. I saw you having fun dancing and kissing with these kind gentlemen and their friends who could not stand the heat." They did not look troubled when they left they looked spent actually. Again you punched me on the shoulder. It seems these gentlemen have offered an invitation for us to come up to their suite and have a drink. I nicely told them we did not drink but that if you wanted to we or you could go up to their room for a while if you really wanted to. It is entirely up to you my dear. The look on your face was priceless. I am not sure what feeling was showing the most embarrassment, fear or excitement. They were all over your face. Then you looked me straight in the eye and said, "What have you done?" "I have done absolutely nothing. I simply answered this gentleman's questions." I said as I gestured towards the guys. "You didn't promise them anything, did you?" you replied with the look of fear now being the dominant expression on your face. "No, I did not promise them anything. I simply shared what you wanted to do next was entirely up to you. I think you know that already though don't you?" You grab my hand and try to pull me up and away from the table. I politely say no let's stay here and discuss whatever needs to be discussed. You stare straight at me and say, "This is part of me being a submissive isn't it?" "You might say that." "Ok then, what do you guys want to do?" you ask looking at them. Again they both are not sure what to say, so they look at me for help. I jump in and say, "This kind gentleman right here ask me while you were kissing and dry humping his friend on the dance floor long after the music stopped, if we want to come up to their room for a drink. I told him we don't drink but if they wanted to try and talk you into going to their room with them it was fine with me." You think about this for a moment before saying, "Oh really and what would we do when we got up there?" They both shared how you guys could dance some more and talk. You quickly informed them that you might be danced out for the night. The looks of disappointment on their faces were apparent. One could almost feel the air deflating away from the table. Your smile was beautiful. Then you say to me, "What would you like for us to do?" "That my dear is entirely up to you again." "No, you have to tell me what you have in mind." You plead. "So I ask if you really want me to be in control of where this goes next, because you know how my dirty little mind works. Remember how we got here?" You look down then back up and say, "Yes I know. And I know I was having fun and I'm not sure if I'm ready to go home yet but I don't know where this might go next either." "OK then why do you think they want you to come up to their room?" I probe. Embarrassed you hesitate before you are able to reply. "I think they might want to have sex with me if I went up to their room and I know you would not only let me, you would be happy and excited about me doing that." Both of the guy's eyes lit up like neon signs in Vegas. I am both happy and surprised by your response. I share with the guys, "Wow, men this is the first night of her new sub/slut attitude and I didn't think it would this far this fast. Not that I'm complaining I just don't want to scare her off." They both nod their head in agreement and mumble something like yeah or right. Then the guy I had been talking to just has to ask, "Would you be kind enough to explain a sub or submissive slut is?" I shift my gaze to you and you know exactly where I'm going to take this question. So with out a word from me you say without looking up at the guys, or me "I know he will tell me to answer that question." Gathering your courage you finally get to, "A sub/slut is what my husband has ask me to become. And tonight is the first time that I have finally had enough courage to do what he wants. I am scared to death, excited, horny and not sure I can do it but I think I'm just about to find out." The talking guy shakes his head and says, "Ok, but that does not really answer my question." You trying to buy some more time look up at him bat your eyes and sweetly ask, "What was the question, again?" He picks up on the smile and the flirty eyes and responds, "I think you know, but just to be sure, I think you were to answer my question about just exactly what a sub/slut is?" "Oh that question! Oh, Ok. Let me see if I can remember just what a sub/slut is.. Hmm, a sub or submissive is a person who submits herself or himself to another person's will and desires. And what was the other part you sheepishly inquire. Both the guys now are picking up on the playfulness and say almost at almost the same time, "The other part of the question was slut. Like in submissive slut. Now do you remember?" "Oh that part. Well, my husband says because I like sex so much and have so many multiple orgasms that I would make a very good slut if I ever make up my mind. So I guess a slut is someone who really likes sex, sex and more sex. How's that for a definition?" Both the guys and I nod our heads in agreement but the kissing guy wants to take this conversation further. So he asks, "Hmm, Ok let me further clarify this. Just what do you mean by, "submit to another person's will and desires" I don't quite understand exactly what that means." You look him in the eye and without any hesitation say, "Submit means when I agreed to my a submissive to my husband I agree to do what I'm told, when I'm told, where I'm told and with whomever I'm told, with no hesitation or questions. The kissing guy loses all his cool and says, "No friggin' sh_t!" The other guy elbows him in the ribs and tells him to be cool. He obviously did not want to mess this up. Whatever this was or was going to become. Fantasy 1, Ch. 04 I'm not sure who ask for this or when but here goes. And thanks. Texasreb. * The guys and my darling blonde bride who is allowing this adventure to go much further than I ever expected on our first submissive slut wife date, are sitting there in disbelief. Wife really dealing with confusion from many new angles, one that she is actually enjoying this so far, two that is have over come all the reasons she had for not allowing this to happen before and third but certainly not least, that my husband had better not have been lying to me about this kind of behavior really turning him on. The guys because their minds are racing trying to imagine what the hell they had gotten themselves into. And I was sitting there loving every minute of the whole adventure. Watching my wife look from the guys to me and back again, I realize she is have a moment of doubt. I reach over, gently turn her around facing me and lovingly kiss her with all the love and warmth I have in me. She responds with warmth, passion and need to get on with this adventure. I whisper in her ear when the kiss breaks, "I love you. I love what you are doing. I will love you even more tomorrow." She smiles and whispers back, "Oh God honey I love you so much. I'm so turned on. I so am going to fuck these two guys so hard, so long that they will be begging for me to stop. How does that sound?" I kiss her again and again whisper, "Show me don't tell me, my wonderful little slut puppy." "Arf, arf." And a smile is all I got. We will call the guys kissing guy and talking guy from now on, just to simplify matters. Kg and Tg for short. And darling wonderful wife, Subslut Wife or sw for short. Tg not wanting to say or do anything that might make this dream end sheepishly asked, "What now?" I looked at sw and did not offer to say or do anything. She slowly shaking her head back and forth and smiles before saying, "Well, I'm the one who is submissive tonite, so I guess you fine gentlemen need to tell me what I we are supposed to do now." Again the guys were unsure about how to proceed, having never been in a position to have a woman do whatever they wanted or asked. They looked at her, at me at each other and finally raised their hands in uncertainty. Laughing I simply ask if there was any fantasy either of them had that they would like to see happen while they have this chance, maybe the most erotic chance of their lifetimes. "Well," Tg said, "if we go to the suite we will have to spend time explaining to our friends, who left earlier, what is going on. And they will want to play some more for sure. Is that going to be OK?" They all look at me and I simply raise my hand and gesture to sw. She figures out I want her to respond. "Well I need another Dr. Pepper if we are going to just sit here and try to figure out what I'm supposed to do next." Kg blurts out again as he starts to get up, "OK, I'll get you one." Tg again places his hand on his friend's arm easing him back into his seat before he says, "Since we have this gorgeous creature at our disposal, why don't we enjoy the view of her walking across the dance floor to the bar, fighting her way through all the horny guys who did all the watching, hooting and hollering tonight and get her own Dr. Pepper" I smile when sw turns and looks at me. Then without hesitation she gets up smoothes her sexy black dress down over her ass and legs and starts towards her quest. "And by the way," Tg calls out, "you must get someone at the bar to pay for that Dr. Pepper." This stops sw in the middle of the dance floor. She turns around with her hands on her hips and looks at Tg with more uncertainty. After holding that pose of a couple of seconds she smile raises her left hand and shoots us all the bird, before turning back toward her quest. We watch as she moves into the crowd at the bar. As soon as the guys see who it is, their opening up looks like the parting Red Sea for Moses and the gang. As soon as she gets to an open space at the bar the opening just like the Red Sea, closes more quickly than it had opened. I smile when I see the look of disappointment on the guy's faces now that they can't see her any more. And don't know what she is doing. "Bummer!" Kg says as he turns around to look at Tg and me. Tg then asks me, "Should we go get her?" "It's up to you, but it might be fun to see if she comes back with a Dr. Pepper and then have her tell explain to us what she had to do to get it paid for." I respond in kind. "Hmmm, Ok, ok that sounds like a good idea. How long should we wait? Kg asks doubtfully. As we all stare at the crowd around her at the bar. Occasional roars of approval and applause can be heard over the music. After about ten minutes sw works her way out of the crowd kissing each gentleman she passes and trying hard not to spill her Dr. Pepper. Each guy takes liberties with her body and she moves through. As she kisses each guy, he and the others around her grab her ass or boob. Finally breaking away, sw in a very aroused and erotic fashion moves back over the dance floor towards our table. Again to an ovation easily heard over the music. Sw settles into her chair, setting her drink down, fluffing her hair and rearranging her dress, one more time. Smiling at the three of us she says, "Those guys really did not want me to leave the bar!" "Oh, what gives you that impression?" I ask. "I think they like my attitude, but it just might have been that I told the bartender, for a Dr. Pepper I will give you a kiss. He readily agreed, drawing a Dr. Pepper into an iced filled glass while smiling." She shared. "The bartender," she continues, "then ask, as he hands me the drink, just where do I get to kiss you?" "Quick thinker." Tg says never taking his eyes of sw. So you tell him, "Being in my new submissive slut mode I say loud enough for all the guys standing around to hear, Where ever you want to. The bartender then excitedly says, How about a few inches below your belly button!" Kg then blurts out, "Damn it! I knew we should have gone up there with her." "It's ok, lover," you say, "There is still plenty of fun left for you." Kg beams with a huge smile as he nods his head in the affirmative. "The bartender", you continued, "comes out from behind the bar. Puts his hands around my waist and sits me on the edge of the bar. Asks the two guys on each side of me to hold my legs up and out so he can get his kiss. And let me tell you he was a very good kisser. He then proceeded to push my dress up to my waist. This bartender guy was quite a player making sure he stepped back for all to see hot, horny and juicy twat spread out for all to see. I have to admit I was really getting turned on knowing I again was the center of attention. Then the bartender, as my darling husband like to say, put a lip lock on my twat would challenge an Oreck. He did not stop until I grabbed his head and came in his mouth. Bucking and humping his face, I climaxed without shame thoroughly enjoying experience. He then helped me down from the bar, handed me my Dr. Pepper and waved the guys back to allow me to get back to you guys. And you gentlemen saw all the guys enjoying me as I left the bar. So now I guess I'm warmed up now for whatever you gentlemen have in mind for me." Tg looks and me and says, "You are one lucky fucker." "I am that for sure." I reply. "So why don't we take this party upstairs for a while." Kg says for the first time, not blurting it out. "Honey, are you ready to go upstairs with these gentlemen?" I inquire. "I think that was the plan, wasn't it?" she coos. "Well there are a couple of decisions you need to make before we leave the table." I begin. "Like what darling husband?" she smiles. "Do you want to go up there without me? Do you want me to take pictures or do you want the guys to take pictures for my later enjoyment?" I reply. "I didn't really think it through that far yet. Hmm, wow, I really don't know. I never dreamed that I would do something like this without you being there." She thinks out loud. "You guys need to be part of this conversation." I offer. We then proceeded to discuss all the scenarios; me there, me there taking pics, me not there, me not there them taking pics. Sw is just sitting there sipping her Dr. Pepper seeming to enjoy all this discussion about her like she was not even there. Kg finally getting impatient, again blurts out, "Is your husband being there going to change your willingness to be our sub/slut?" Sw thinks for second then says, "As horny as I am, I really don't think it matters." Tg then turns back to me and says, "What if we want to do kinky things to her? Will that bother you?" "Guys one more time", I respond, "this is her first night being willing to be a submissive slut, so again you have to ask her. If it were up to me, she would be absolutely, totally kinky as a good submissive slut should be." All eyes turn to sw. She is sitting there taking all this in unsure whether she is feeling fear, excitement, antisipation or what. "Ok", Tg says to all of us, "what if we want put ourselves into all your places?" "I'm not sure what you mean." Sw answers. "I think, Honey, they are thinking of triple penetration." "Whaattt?" you inquire. "Correct me if I'm wrong gentlemen, but what I think I'm hearing is you might want to put a cock in my darling wife's mouth, a cock in my darling wife's ass and a cock in my darling wife's cunt. With all three cocks penetrating you at the same time. I that about it?" "That is about what I was referring to." Tg says smiling. You look at him then over at me, and then say, "If that is what you want then that is what you can do. But if that is what is likely to happen I would hate for my darling husband not to be there to see it and take pictures." Tg feeling more confident stands up saying, "Well, you horny little blonde fuck, get your ass up and lets go to the suite." Without a word as a good slut you stand, turn and begin to walk towards the lobby and the elevators. We all follow closely behind her, not saying much, just watching her ass move beneath her very tight dress that barely covers her crotch.