7 comments/ 196565 views/ 46 favorites Shy Wife Goes Dancing Ch. 01 By: shywife As you probably know, my petite little Asian wife does not share my passion for showing her off to other guys. She is not at all outgoing in public and especially around other men. It seems she has always been somewhat intimidated yet all too trusting probably for her own good. She does love to dance and has a great passion to get dressed up and go out and listen to music and dance. In this sense, I don't necessarily share her enthusiasm for dancing since I am quite uncoordinated. But I do of course really enjoying seeing her dressed in her little black sexy party dress having fun. I especially enjoy watching many other men check her out wishing they could see more. I was to attend a convention over the weekend and was happy to have my little wife accompany me. The suburban hotel had nice meeting rooms as well as a lounge with live music and a dance floor. That Friday evening we enjoyed a nice dinner and ended up in the lounge listening to music and dancing. I personally could never get too excited about going out on a crowded dance floor trying to stay in rhythm with the music. The place was pretty well packed out and as the evening grew later I began to fade in the dancing department. Several other men had asked her to dance but she always politely refused until one middle-aged local man happened to see my reluctance and with practiced charm convinced her to dance with him. I chimed in my support glad to be able to sit one out. I hadn't noticed where he was sitting but could tell he was a local, very charming and smooth talking. The song wasn't really that slow, but he did have her in his arms and she was having a good time following his lead. I could tell he really knew his way around the dance floor as well as how to charm a lady. After having several dances, he went over and bought us drinks and joined us at our table. While my wife excused herself to go to the ladies room, we made idle chat about sports and guy things. Then out of the blue he said something that really shocked me. He went on and on about how lucky I was to have such a cute little wife referring to her as a "sexy little fox." Somewhat taken by surprise, I thanked him and agreed that she definitely was careful about taking care of herself and exercised regularly. He leaned close and grinned telling me he could tell from dancing with her that she has a tight little body and that I must really enjoy it a lot. Again, his comment surprised me so I probably just agreed with him but I did explain that she was not too adventurous when it came to letting herself get too wild. He smiled again and whispered that he knew she was wearing thong panties and that meant to him she would be a lot of fun in bed. Before I could respond, my wife politely sat down again at the table looking very relaxed and composed. Steve, our new friend, started talking again with my wife and joking that she looked like she was ready for another dance. As I sat there slowly sipping my drink while they danced, two things were difficult to understand. First, I was having a conversation with a complete stranger discussing intimate details about my wife. Second, I felt a definite tingle and hardness hearing this self assured stranger tell me how hot my wife looked. Even though she has always been very religious, modest, shy and easily embarrassed, she was definitely having fun dancing with her charming new friend. I was sure she had no idea Steve had made such suggestive comments about her to me. When they finally returned to the table after a slow dance, Steve again went off to buy us a round of drinks. I asked my wife if she was having fun noticing that she was breathing hard and a slight bit of flush to her cheeks. She assured me she was having a great time but thought she had really had enough to drink. She told me Steve was a very accomplished dancer but she wasn't sure she liked being held so tightly and suggest that I dance with her for a while. We danced a slow one and I could tell she had way more alcohol than she was accustomed to drinking. She snuggled close putting her head on my shoulder and I could feel her firm tits pressing against my chest. Her long hard nipples were showing through her thin bra and light silky dress. I knew Steve must have enjoyed the view. When my wife and I returned to our table, I noticed that Steve was talking and laughing with a couple other guys at the bar while he waited for our drinks. It wasn't long before he walked back with a tray full of drinks to our table accompanied by his two other friends. He quickly introduced them while grabbing a couple empty chairs from other tables inviting them to join us. After a few minutes of introductory conversation, Steve started telling his two friends how much my wife liked to dance and how much fun they had been having. I could see that my wife was somewhat uncomfortable having been invaded by two other guys she didn't know but she did her best to laugh at their jokes and enter into the conversation. When the next song started, Steve grabbed my wife by the arm pulling her out onto the crowded dance floor. She didn't object, but she looked over at me with that look in her eyes as if to say, "what do I do now?' I just quickly made eye contact with her and shrugged my shoulders like, "I don't know.... Whatever." Sitting at the table talking with Steve's friends, I could see they looked a little rougher than Steve, probably in their late 40s, a lot of tattoos, with a strong vocabulary including a nice selection of four letter words. When the song ended, Steve was guiding my wife back towards our table while at the same time he was motioning to his friend Jack, at our table, to come and take a spin on the dance floor with my wife. He had evidently convinced her to dance with his friend but I could tell by the look on her face she wasn't too excited about the idea. Even though she still had a big smile on her face, she was definitely out of her comfort zone. Steve and his other friend left the table to take a piss while the lights on the dance floor went low with a slow song. Sitting alone at the table trying to gather my thoughts I had to admit to myself it was very exciting watching my shy little wife interact with strangers that were definitely checking out her hot body. This just wasn't like her to be out dancing with men that she would normally avoid in her everyday life. Steve came back alone to our table drinking a beer and sat next to me as we watched his friend Jack dance with my wife. He started talking about how much he liked Asian ladies and that he had never had a chance to date one. He wanted to know which country my wife came from originally and how she was different from American ladies. His questions got more detailed and direct until he finally flat out stated that he really liked a hairy pussy and that he had always heard that Asian ladies normally don't shave their cunts. I about fell off my chair with that statement but he just looked me in the eyes and was waiting for my answer. I gave him a nervous laugh and agreed that I also liked a little hair around my playground. I finally admitted to him that my wife just trims herself around the edges so she won't show when she wears her swimming suit. Steve broke into a wide grin and told me that he figured as much. He continued grinning as he poked me playfully in the shoulder and told me that he had seen pictures of some fine looking Asian lady's tits and could tell my wife had a nice pair of long hard nipples the way they were poking out on her chest. He asked me just how long those beauties get because that was one of the first things he noticed about her. I again played along and told him how embarrassed she was that they always seemed to show but they were a good 1 inch long. I knew I was on dangerous ground having this discussion with a complete stranger but it was extremely exciting to share intimate details about my unsuspecting wife. I noticed my wife and her newest friend were still dancing but Steve still wanted to know more about my cute little wife. He asked me if that was true that Asian ladies really know how to give a world-class blow job? He said my wife has such soft lips that he bet she was a great cock-sucker. I lied and told him that she did a great job but if the truth be known, she doesn't really enjoy putting my cock in her mouth very often. I lied again when he wanted to know if she would swallow, I told him yes. He was on a roll question after question. He finally asked me if my wife liked a big cock stuck in her ass. My heart was beating fast with excitement and we were both watching my wife on the dance floor as I answered that her ass is off-limits. Steve let out a groan like he was disappointed and stated that my wife has such a hot looking ass it's a shame to not take advantage. I further explained that I can sometimes get a finger tip in before she squirms around and wants me to stop. We both just sat there in silence as I thought how bizarre it was that I was telling all of my little wife's intimate secrets to this strange guy in a bar. I can't say that I was ashamed of myself, but I probably wasn't having my proudest moment. I told Steve that I had a question for him. I asked him how he knew that my wife was wearing thong panties. He broke into a wide grin and told me that he hoped I didn't mind but he couldn't help himself after he didn't notice any panty lines. He admitted that during a slow dance he had gotten several good feels of her ass, but she was pretty good at not letting him get into the good stuff. My mind was racing; I certainly did not know what that meant... The good stuff? I couldn't believe that my shy modest little wife would let anyone get a feel without coming completely unglued. The music had ended as my winded wife and a grinning Jack walked back to our table so my conversation with Steve ended abruptly. Shy Wife Goes Dancing Ch. 02 Steve was very quick to greet my little wife as she returned to the table on the arm of his friend Jack. He told us all they had a fun time and my wife was a great little dancer. I could see by the look on her face, she wasn't quite as excited about dancing with Jack as she was earlier in the evening. Her face was somewhat flushed and I noticed a slight worried look in her eyes. Steve said it was his turn and again wanted to take her back out for the next song but my wife told him she needed to catch her breath and politely excused herself to go to the ladies room again. Jack made a smart aleck remark to my wife as she was leaving that if she needed any help just let him know. As the three of us guys were sitting at the table, I couldn't help but get caught up in the excitement of listening to them talk about how much they had enjoyed dancing with my wife. These two were both street smart, rough talking and self-assured guys that definitely had the hots for my little wife. The surprising thing to me was that they were so open and forward discussing her in front of me. But of course, I had done little to discourage their aggressive discussion or behavior. I wasn't sure how much longer I should let this continue especially after Steve's comment about feeling up her ass on the dance floor. I'll have to admit I was somewhat caught up in the excitement. After a few minutes, I decided to hit the men's rest room and then check on my wife. I stopped her in the hallway and asked her how she was doing. She told me it was getting late and she thought it would be a good idea to go back upstairs to our room. I asked her if she wanted to do some more dancing, and she explained that she had enough dancing and that the two guys were pretty free with her hands. I could tell she was upset and embarrassed when I asked her what had happened. She quickly said she would tell me later but then asked me again if I was ready to leave and go back up to our room. I told her that whatever she wanted to do was fine with me. When we returned to the table and sat down I explained that my wife was getting a little tired and that we should probably turn in for the evening. Well immediately the two guys wouldn't hear of such a thing and started playfully begging and pleading with my wife for more promised dances. She started to grin slightly with the overwhelming onslaught of attention and agreed to just one more dance. I noticed she had several untouched drinks in front of her and figured she probably knew she'd better not have anymore alcohol. I could clearly tell she was buzzed and no match for these two smooth talking very convincing mature men. I told them all they were going to have to work this out between themselves as I got up to stretch my legs and walk over to the bar. As I stood there enjoying my drink, I couldn't help but keep a close eye on our table seeing my little wife sitting between two strange guys she had only met an hour or so ago. Standing at an angle behind them, she looked like a little barfly surrounded by two attentive suitors giving her 100% of their attention. Several times they would put their arm around her shoulder giving her a little hug and even brush back a curl of her soft hair. I could also see they were encouraging her to finish her drinks to catch up with them. Steve would pick up her glass and put it to her lips until, after token resistance, she would take several swallows. I couldn't help but think how she looked so innocent and overmatched. I suppose I should have immediately gone to her rescue like a good husband, but I didn't think it would hurt anything to let them continue to have their fun. Steve was really just a nice guy out having a good time. I couldn't fault him for that. His friend Jack was definitely more crude and aggressive acting so I knew I should try to keep things from getting out of control. I noticed that my wife still had her big smile so I figured she was fine and would have a lot to tell me later. As a new song started, I saw my wife and Steve head back out to the dance floor. Jack looked around and noticed me at the bar, walked on over and started talking with me. Between swigs out of his beer bottle, he told me how lucky I was to have such a hot wife and was glad I wasn't into dancing. I could tell he was feeling no pain and half the stuff he was telling me it was probably because of the booze. Keeping his voice down, he said he had some real good smoke and that he'd be willing to share with us if we were interested. I thanked him for his kind offer and explained that my wife and I were not really into that sort of thing. He went on to explain that the best sex he had ever had was when he and his ex lady were high and happy. He also told me that if I could talk my wife into smoking some weed he was real sure it would solve my problem. When I ask him exactly what problem that would solve, he grinned and told me, "you know..... Your little wife won't take it in the ass." I tried to act like I wasn't surprised at his comment and joked that it looked like he and Steve had been talking about my wife. He got a shit grin look on his face and admitted that they both thought she was the hottest little thing they'd ever seen in the bar. So hell yes they been talking about her and they even had a little bet going from the start on what color panties she was wearing. This guy was great; he was shooting his mouth off and was not at all hesitant to tell me everything they had been talking about. Steve had indeed shared all my wife's intimate details with his friend. In a good-natured way I explained that my wife wasn't like most other women they came across in the bar. I told him that my little wife was a prim and proper housewife that didn't screw around with other guys. I could see the somewhat dejected look on his face but I ended up telling him that I didn't care if she wanted to have a little innocent fun and let her hair down so to speak. I then told him, "they are red, you know, her panties, she is wearing a bright red thong." He smiled with a mischievous grin and as quickly as that, he was off to talk to some other buddy he noticed across the room. My wife's threatened last dance turned into quite a few last dances with her new friends. The two guys pretty much just took turns one after the other dancing with her not giving her much of a chance to bow out gracefully. I continued to stand at the bar watching and would walk over to the darkened dance floor from time to time. Even in the low light, I could see my proper little wife pushing an exploring hand away from her butt. Every so often she would quickly react to the unwelcome placement of a big paw as it would move slowly across her silky little dress. My heart was pounding with the excitement as I was actually seeing for the first time my little wife being groped where I wasn't doing the groping. Now I am sure this type of activity wasn't that rare to see on this darkened dance floor probably any night of the week. The fact that my shy, modest wife was the one dancing with a complete stranger while he was taking liberties with his hands was the big surprise. She has never liked to be touched, even in a friendly innocent way, in public. I would never get a positive response from her if I should attempt to embrace her or kiss her in the public with others around. She would always seem embarrassed that others would notice. I could never understand this myself, but I would generally try to stay on my best behavior at those times. I continued to stand in the shadows watching as Jack rushed out and joined them on the dance floor just at the end of the song. I guess not wanting to have to convince her again at the table, he was just holding her tight ready to enjoy the next slow dance with my little wife. I couldn't believe how quickly he had his big hand squarely on her firm little butt. And after a couple of feeble attempts to push it away, she finally seemed to resign herself to letting him have his way. Most of the time he was holding her very tight and arched over her small frame seemingly whispering in her ear. Jack was definitely not as good a dancer or as gentle with her as Steve had been. He wasn't satisfied just to let his hand stay in one place, his spread fingers and continued to squeeze and fondle her ass going from one cheek to the other testing the firmness. My wife seemed to allow this indignation and only squirmed away from his grasp when his fingers pressed along her crack through her thin dress. As the song ended I motioned for them to come back with me to the table and join Steve. There was another round of fresh drinks awaiting us as I noticed how relieved my wife was to be off the dance floor and away from Jack. She did look a bit disheveled, flushed and her lipstick was slightly smeared. Jack had gone off to visit someone else at another table after my wife wouldn't agree to another dance with him. She used the excuse that her muscles were very sore from dancing and she better stop now or she wouldn't be able to walk in the morning. Steve, being the helpful guy he was, got up and stood behind her massaging her shoulders and neck. As my wife was starting to relax, Steve explained to her that he could come up to our room and give her a nice massage and make her feel like a million bucks. As I listened to him giving his pitch for the massage, I wondered what excuse she would think of to politely turn down his offer. I was quite surprised that her response was only that it would be too much trouble for him. Probably encouraged by her lame objection, Steve continued to coax her through a couple more drinks and polite conversation about her family and interests. She even reached down and got her small purse, pulling out her wallet, and showing him pictures of our two small children. I couldn't believe how naïve she was or how careless it was to let this complete stranger see our children or possibly her driver's license and our home address. I could see she was certainly feeling the effects of the drinks and clearly had more alcohol than I had ever seen her consume. She was acting giddy and giggly which had replaced her normal reserved demeanor. I did catch her eye to remind her that she had said she was tired and wanted to go back up to our room but she didn't really seem too concerned. Steve would reach out and massaged her bare shoulder muscles and she would smile and moan with relaxation. Several times when I made eye contact with him, he would give me a knowing wink and tell her that she needed a good relaxing massage. My wife wasn't telling him no, so of course that meant yes to him. Steve reached down and gently removed her left high heel shoe. He then scooted closer to her and pulled her left leg onto his lap and started rubbing her leg muscles with both hands. I fully expected her to immediately object, but she just playfully laughed and let him massage her tired leg. She didn't seem to notice that the hem of her short little black dress was pulled halfway up her thigh. She didn't even object when his fingers strayed higher on her thigh pushing the hem even higher. I couldn't believe that she would sit there with a relaxed smile on her face, eyes closed, letting him massage her exposed leg and explore dangerously close to her womanhood. I leaned over in amazement to see what he was doing and noticed that sitting in that position, her legs were quite far apart and he was enjoying a clear view of bare her inner thigh all the way up to my wife's red panty covered crotch. Steve again smiled at me with his knowing confident smirk if as to say, "How do you like her now?" Shy Wife Goes Dancing Ch. 03 I couldn't believe that my proper and reserved little Asian wife would sit in the crowded bar letting a complete stranger massage her leg through her dark nylon stockings. The lacy tops of her thigh highs were on display to him as well as anyone else that might want to notice. I think she finally came to her senses when she felt Steve's hand on her bare inner thigh above her stocking top. She seemed to sit up straight quickly and retrieve her leg from his lap pulling her hem down to regain her modesty. I didn't believe that she was too drunk to really care. I just think that in her own naïve way she didn't realize how much control and persuasion he was exercising. I couldn't help but remember watching her earlier that evening in our room as she dressed and primped for our evening out. Every hair had to be in place and she carefully chose her little party dress and jewelry so as to be just perfect. She always kept asking me how she looked and if I liked this necklace or that necklace or whatever. It has always been very important for my wife to think that other people like her. She is very sensitive and aware and goes to great lengths to make sure that she's appealing and looks her best around other people. I have always noticed that mature Caucasian men, of whom I am a member of the group, seem to affect her in a way different somehow than Asian men. It probably goes back to the fact that she has always felt somewhat inferior to natural born citizens of America. And then again, her strong Asian submissive personality has always been a major part of her attitude toward others. As I watched her interact with Steve, I knew she didn't have a clue what was really running through his dirty mind. He was acting the part of a caring gentleman, very attentive, as he innocently flirted with my wide-eyed little wife. As he charmed her with his stories she seemed mesmerized with her permanent wide beautiful smile while listening to his every word. Two other men that were attending the conference with me at the hotel stopped by our table to say hello. After the normal introductions, the three of us walked out of the bar into the hallway to discuss the next day's schedule. They wanted me to give a presentation at the afternoon meeting so we discussed details for probably twenty minutes. When I returned to the bar, I noticed my wife and Steve were just returning to our table from a dance. She was clearly quite unstable on her feet and was holding on to his arm to steady herself. She still had a big grin on her face and was clearly having a lot of fun although I'm sure the alcohol had taken her to a level that she had not experienced before. After we all sat down, Steve announced to me that they were both tired and had been dancing their butts off. He said my wife wanted him to come up to our room and give her a quick relaxing massage. After all he said it was the least he could do for my wife after all the dances they had shared. My dreamy eyed wife started to object and told him that she really hadn't agreed and besides it was way too much trouble for him. But of course Steve quickly interjected that in his earlier years had been involved in sports and was of course an accomplished masseur. He just went on and on how it would only take a few minutes and that she would be feeling so much better after a quick relaxing massage. Of course my mind is thinking there is no way in hell my wife is going to allow a stranger to go up to our room much less give her a massage. The two of them bantered back and forth in a friendly sort of way but it was clear my wife wasn't very convincing and the negotiations were turning Steve's way. He was quite relentless, insisting that he needed to make it up to her after her being so nice and dancing with him for so much of the evening. I thought to myself what a crock of bull shit he was dishing out. In a somewhat slurred voice my little wife looked at me and asked me what I thought. I told her that I had always enjoyed a good massage but it was entirely up to her at this point. There was a moment of fuzzy silence as my little wife seemed to ponder her options. Well she finally told me "Steve has a headache and wants to borrow a couple Tylenol" from her suitcase up in the room. Of course Steve quickly jumped in and said he would really appreciate it and it'll just take a minute and then he would be off. The slow walk back up to our room and the elevator ride was very interesting. My wife walked between us and it was nice of Steve to be so helpful making sure my drunk little wife didn't stumble and fall. My head was spinning not knowing exactly where this evening was going but still quite intrigued to see how it was going to play out. She was definitely in uncharted territory and I knew it but I wasn't sure she was completely aware. She finally found the card-key to our room in her small purse and with the help of Steve got the door unlocked. My dizzy wife headed straight for the armchair to sit down while telling Steve that the Tylenol was in a small side compartment of her suitcase. He opened her travel bag and started rummaging through trying to find the pills. I couldn't believe she was letting a stranger go through her private things, even seeing her lingerie, bras and panties. Not that my wife was in any condition to notice, but he took his time rummaging through her clothing while trying to find the pills for his headache. I grabbed the ice bucket and went down the hall to the ice machine while Steve continued trying to convince my wife to let him give her a massage. She was letting him rub her shoulders while sitting in the chair but was quite reluctant to get anywhere near the bed. His coaxing went on for some time but even he must have decided that it was a lost cause. After thanking her over and over quite profusely for dancing with him, he told us that he had better go find his friends and hoped we had a nice evening. I could hear the disappointment in his voice that he wasn't going to get any further with my little wife. After Steve left our room I asked my wife if she had enjoyed her evening. She assured me it was a lot of fun but she was completely tuckered out and her feet were killing her. She kicked off her high heel shoes and mumbled something to me as she went into the bathroom. I heard hot water running into the small Jacuzzi bathtub as I stretched out on the bed thinking about what had happened that evening. My wife looked so sexy and she had clearly turned on the guys she had danced with. I knew for sure that Steve had hoped he would get lucky with her and I can't say that the thought wasn't somewhat exciting to me. I lay there on top of the bed listening to the water jets running in the bathtub where my wife was lazily enjoying a nice hot soak relaxing her tired muscles. For a moment I thought I might join her but decided to wait for her and just enjoy her soft relaxed body when she was finished. A soft knock on the door of our room brought me out of my thoughts. I couldn't imagine who it might be at such a late hour but I went over to the peephole in the door. There stood Steve holding what looked like a small vase of flowers with an anxious grin on his face. I released the night lock opening the door as he slowly stepped into our room. He quietly told me that he just had to bring a little something for my wife for being so sweet. I could see his gaze scan our room looking for my missing wife while I nervously tried to think what to say next. There was an awkward silence as he walked to the center of our room and noticed my wife's discarded shoes and dress lying across the chair. The door to the small bathroom suite was half open and it was very obvious that my wife was inside enjoying a nice hot bath. The situation and tension was absolutely electric. A strange man was standing in our hotel suite where only a few feet away through an open door my modest little wife was probably naked in the bathtub. It was clear she had no idea she had a guest much less that it was the same guy who had been chasing her all evening in the bar. Steve was not one to let an opportunity pass by. Without asking permission or waiting for an invitation, still holding the flower vase, he slowly walked over to the door and secretly peered into the bathroom. I fully expected there to be a scream or something but as I waited all I could hear was the low hum of the Jacuzzi. After a minute or so my curiosity got the best of me and I walked over standing behind Steve to see what was going on. The first thing I noticed was her nylons, bra and panties strewn on the countertop by the sink. The next site took my breath away. There was my cute little wife relaxed with her eyes closed, her head leaning back against the small tub pillow, letting her perky tits bob around above the water. My wife's dark long hard nipples were pointing upward as proud as could be. Glancing Steve's way, I could see a satisfied grin as he enjoyed the view. It was somewhat ironic that my painfully modest wife was unknowingly showing off her tits to this creep. I thought to myself that he had probably well earned the right to see her tits remembering that he had a lot of his time invested in her. It was probably fair for at least this small reward. I quietly poked Steve on the shoulder and motioned that we had better move away from the door before we were discovered. He seemed reluctant to step back but did so at my urging. As we walked back into the room and he placed the vase on the table, my heart was rapidly beating. He picked up her little party dress from the chair as he sat down. My mind was racing trying to figure out how I was going to explain the situation to my wife. After a few minutes I decided to call out to her from the other room and ask her how she was doing. I heard a rustling and splashing of water as she replied saying that she was doing really great enjoying her nice warm bath. Sounding as nonchalant as I could, I told her that Steve had returned to our room to bring her flowers. After a few moments of silence, in a disbelieving tone, she ask if I was kidding her. I really think she thought I was just playing a little game with her. I glanced at Steve and told her that he had made a special trip back to our room just to give her some flowers. She made some comment I couldn't hear clearly, but I could tell she thought I was just putting her on. After a few minutes I could hear her getting out of the tub while Steve sat in the chair carefully listening to the sounds coming from the bathroom. He didn't say a word and remained silent thoroughly enjoying our conversation. I could tell he wanted to get up and take another peek into the bathroom hoping to see more of my little wife. Shy Wife Goes Dancing Ch. 04 As Steve and I sat in the room in awkward silence my mind was racing and trying to decide just what to do with the situation that had presented itself. I could always just ask him to leave very politely of course. It was very obvious that Steve didn't plan on leaving our hotel room any time soon as he seemed to be making himself even more comfortable in the meantime. We both could hear my wife moving and fumbling around in the adjacent bathroom through the open door just out of our line of sight. He must have become very aware that my cute little wife was probably naked so close to us just through the open door. As we sat there and quietly chatted for the first time, I started to notice more detail about Steve. Even though he was only slightly older than my 37-year-old wife, it was clear that he had experienced some wear and tear and somewhat of a hard life. Noticing his hands, it was plain to see that he worked hard for a living. Not only did he have some dirt or grease under his fingernails but his hands showed a number of small cuts as well as calluses on the sides of his fingers. Then without any prior warning my little wife appeared in the doorway to the room walking slowly and carefully, pausing to steady herself. She was wearing the white terry cloth robe that had been provided by the hotel. It took several moments for her to fully realize that Steve was actually sitting in our room. A look of surprise and confusion spread across her face as she paused to gather her thoughts. It was plain to see that she had been completely unaware that her admirer had come to visit. Steve immediately picked up the vase and flowers handing them to her as he greeted her with a big smile. My surprise little wife remained speechless as he went on to tell her how much he had appreciated her dancing with him and that he just couldn't help himself but bring her some sort of gift. True to her nature, she smiled wide-eyed and thanked him for being so thoughtful. She seemed to relax and warm up to the situation and continued expressing her gratitude for Steve's kindness. Her speech was somewhat slurred and her eyes a bit glassy, as she attempted to maintain her balance and some semblance of sobriety. She looked cute standing there barefooted in her white robe that was tied tightly with a sash around her waist. As she continued to speak with Steve, she without thought reached to close the opening at her neck closing the lapels with her fingers. I thought it somewhat funny that if she had realized, he only a few minutes before, had been staring at her naked tits she would have realized that it was a little late for such modesty. It was evident she was still quite unsteady on her feet so Steve guided her over to the chair and helped her sit down. As my wife sat holding the vase in her lap Steve leaned close and playfully asked her if she would like to give him a little kiss on the cheek for bringing her flowers. Steve leaned his face close to hers turning slightly tapping his cheek with his finger as if requesting a little kiss from my wife. She didn't hesitate to comply and as she placed her lips to his cheek he of course quickly turned making their lips meet in a quick hard kiss. My wife pulled away abruptly somewhat surprised and confused without commenting on his little trick. My wife had neglected to turn off the tub Jacuzzi jets so I went into the bathroom to turn off the pump. As I gazed around the bathroom I noticed that her underwear and nylons were still strewn on the countertop by the sink. The realization hit me that my modest little wife was in the next room stark naked under her robe with a complete stranger. That was certainly out of character for her and something she would never do normally under any circumstances. I took a deep breath and walked back into the main room noticing that Steve was now sitting in the chair with my wife perched on his lap laughing and giggling as he joked with her. He was doing his best still trying to coax her into letting him give her a massage. However, he had changed his tactics and was now suggesting that he simply give instructions to me, her husband, showing me how to give her a very relaxing muscle soothing massage. It was clear she wasn't entirely convinced but she continued to laugh as she sat wiggling around on his lap. Looking at the two of them, it struck me that my wife's petite little body sitting on his big lap was further evidence of her submissive nature. I don't ever recall seeing her sit on another guy's lap before. Steve continued to coax her rubbing her shoulders and arms telling her that he simply wanted to show her husband the best techniques to use. He made it clear he had been an accomplished sports medicine therapist in the past. It sounded like a "crock" to me but who knows for sure. Now I don't know whether or not the fact that he said he was an expert in sports medicine made any difference, but my naïve wife seemed to buy his story. She had always respected authority figures. As I watched her continue to relax and seemingly get more comfortable with Steve, it was clear she was way out of her league when it came to recognizing a seduction. Even though she was saying "no" and "probably not" she was still smiling and giggling giving off a completely different answer to the street smart guy holding her on his lap. Her soft white robe that normally covered her just below the knees was now riding up just above her knees. It wasn't long before my wife gave in and finally agreed to let Steve show me how to give her a massage but "just for a few minutes," as she put it. I noticed a small grin on his face as he gave me a quick wink. Leaving her sitting in the chair, he quickly went to our king size bed and pulled all the covers down completely off the bottom of the bed. The stark white hotel sheets somehow blended with her robe as he guided her over to the bed pushing her gently down to lay on her stomach. I'll have to say it was somewhat exciting to see my drunken little wife lying stretched out on our bed knowing she had nothing on under her robe. Her trim shapely legs from the knees down were in contrast to the white sheets. For the next few minutes I followed Steve's instructions rubbing her shoulders, arms, back and waist letting her relax getting used to my touch. Before long Steve was also touching her and soon just took over as I stood and watched his large dark hands on her robe. I'm not sure if or when she became aware of the change. He ask her if she was feeling good and she continued mumbling things to him in a relaxed tone. Steve asked me if she had any light aromatic oil and I went into the bathroom to search in her overnight bag. As I returned with the oil, I noticed he had pulled the top of her robe downward and slipped her arms out at the sleeves leaving the upper half of her back exposed. He placed her outstretched arms straight over her head as he continued to work on her arms and shoulders. Standing at the side, I could see the gentle swell of her breasts as she lay on the white sheets. Even this slight exposure clearly did not go unnoticed by Steve. When his fingers would travel to her sides over her ribs and armpits she would quickly jerk away and let out a small giggle. I smiled and told him that she was very ticklish but that wasn't anything that he wasn't already finding out for himself. He even made a little game out of it and seemed to enjoy watching her tense up and squirm. With all of her back now exposed, his hands were freely rubbing her entire back as well as her waist and part of her butt. I was very surprised that she didn't object when his big hands were on her firm bottom rubbing her through the robe. She just seemed resigned to sort of go with the flow. Steve then walked down to the foot of the bed and started working on her bare calves and legs. Now his hands were enjoying the feel of her smooth firm legs. I noticed the hem of her robe had somehow crept higher to her mid thigh. The tie at her waist had long ago been loosened and her robe simply lay loosely across her lower back and butt. Standing at her feet, he continued to work on her legs higher and higher up the back of her thighs glancing my way every so often to see my reaction. He grasped her right foot tightly in both his hands and gave her foot a deep massage with both his thumbs. As he ran his fingers between her toes and pressed into the sole of her foot, she again reacted by giggling and squirming. I know just how ticklish she is on her feet and have always enjoyed driving her wild with laughter. Her quick movements trying to escape the fingers on her feet added to her dilemma of maintaining modesty. I noticed the hem of the robe riding dangerously higher up towards her butt. Several times she would reach back with a hand to tug her robe lower on her legs. She clearly wanted to prevent accidental exposure of her private areas. As I studied the scene before me it seemed almost unbelievable that my prim and proper wife was lying half naked in front of a total stranger. Steve then kneeled up on the bed between her feet nudging them apart as he scooted up with his knees resting between my wife's calves. This new position gave him access to both legs as well as had to really improve his view. Her legs were now forced wider with him kneeling between her legs. He resumed expertly working each of her legs higher and higher up the back of her thigh which in turn was exposing more bare skin to him. My modest little wife would again reach back to adjust the fabric below are but it was clear to me she was losing the battle. It was clear to me he was on a roll and wasn't going to be denied. I saw him glance downward between her thighs and break into a wide grin. It must have been the first time he could actually confirm that she wasn't wearing her panties. He continued rubbing her thighs pushing the fabric northward heading for the promised land. My drunk little wife continued to her feeble attempts to reach back and cover herself but she finally just seemed to relax letting her hand rest on the bed. I quietly walked to the foot of the bed looking over his shoulder and was absolutely shocked by the view. The bottom of her ass cheeks were exposed and he was staring directly between them enjoying the sight of her bare pussy on full display. I noticed the excitement on his face as he studied the treasure he had uncovered. He slowly ran his thumbs upward inside her thighs making contact with the bottom of her cheeks squeezing gently causing her slit to widen. She again stirred reaching back to try to adjust her covering but it was obviously way too late for that. Before long he was capturing her entire ass cheeks in his hands massaging gently enjoying the view. As he would gently try to pull her cheeks open she seemed to tense up. He whispered to her and finally convinced her to relax and let him have his way without any further objection. My wife had never looked so naked and utterly exposed. She was allowing this guy to pull her ass cheeks wide open showing off inside her moist pussy as well as her cute puckered anus. As I said before, Steve wasn't at all backward about pushing the limits. So without any objections he let his fingers feel along the edges of her lips. With the tip of his index finger he traced the length of her moist slit. My wife moaned and moved her hips and it was then I knew she was getting really turned on by his expert fingers. Her breathing became heavier and I noticed her getting wetter the more he played with her. His fingers glistened with her juice in the bright light of the room. From time to time Steve would glance my way and make eye contact as if to ask if everything was still okay with me. I of course was so wrapped up in the moment but all I could do was shrug to indicate "whatever." I thought back to the times when my wife and I had made love and she had been quite embarrassed that she got so wet during sex. I always told her that it was sexy and a big turn on for me but I'm not sure she agreed. As he continued to massage her ass cheeks and tease the lips of her cunt her hot fragrance started to fill the room. The sound of his finger tips pushing along and into her wet pussy was all that could be heard above the breathing. I was caught up and mesmerized by the erotic scene of this strange man playing with my wife. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a small but distinct knock on our hotel room door. Steve immediately turned to me and whispered that it must be his ride or something to that effect. He quickly got off the bed and walked to the door. I noticed in his absence my wife didn't really move from her position but only reached back to adjust her robe and cover most of her butt before returning her arm up over her head. I fully expected her to regain her composure and cover up but instead she remained on her stomach sprawled on the bed only partially covered by her robe. Turning my attention back to the hotel door, I noticed Steve walk back into the room followed by Jack and some other guy I had never seen before. He quickly explained to me that they were giving him a ride home and jack needed to use our bathroom to take a piss. It suddenly struck me that Steve had let not only Jack his friend from the bar downstairs but some other stranger into our hotel room. It was very evident that the sight of my wife commanded their immediate attention. She was still sprawled on the bed with part of her butt cheek exposed seemingly unaware of the two new guys in our room. Jack headed straightaway into the bathroom as we all listened to a long stream of piss strike the water of the toilet. Meanwhile Steve then the other guy stood in our room talking and laughing. I could see the new guy look over at my wife and then walk closer to take advantage of the view. My wife had closed her legs, readjusted her robe and turned slightly on her side making it difficult to view her charms. I could see the hungry look in the new guy's eyes as he clearly was enjoying the limited view of my wife. Shy Wife Goes Dancing Ch. 05 With a big drunk induced laugh, Jack came out of the bathroom laughingly twirling my wife's little red bra on his finger showing it off to his friends. He had placed her matching red thong panties over his head like a stocking cap with the crotch running down the length of his nose to his chin. After the three men all had a good laugh they gathered around the bed looking down at my wife. Steve reached down and nudged my wife's bare shoulder asking her if she enjoyed his massage. She must have answered him but I couldn't hear what she said. I did notice her open her eyes and look around the room. Steve asked her if she remembered Jack and I heard her say "yes" but I'm not sure if she even was aware of the new guy in the room. She continued to adjust her robe to cover more as they talked and had managed to cover up very well with her loose robe pulled tight under her armpits. When Steve told her that Jack was going to drive him home I heard her tell him goodbye as though she expected them to leave at that moment. Steve reached down to grasp her left foot and started rubbing her toes with his thumbs. He was urging her to relax but at the same time I could see him gently running his thumb nail along the bottom of her foot. She of course started to squirm and giggle trying to pull away. I fully remembered that my wife was completely naked only covered by the robe that was lying across her body. Now three strange men were in our room and I was concerned things could get out of hand. I thought seriously about putting a stop to it immediately. Glancing at my wife and hearing her laugh and giggle with a big silly smile on her face convinced me to wait for a while. Steve was having fun teasing her about being ticklish in front of his friends. She on the other hand was hanging onto her covering for dear life clearly aware that she was in danger of showing too much to these men. As the tickling increased, she was laughing, begging and pleading for him to stop tickling because her head was spinning. Steve stopped immediately, told her with a concerned tone that he was sorry and asked me if I could get her a wet warm towel for her head. I returned from the bathroom with a damp warm towel and handed it to Steve. My wife was now lying crosswise on the bed and had somehow been turned over on her back. She was stretched out across the bed with her feet just hanging over the edge toward the window of the room. Jack and the other guy stood by the window at her feet talking softly. Her white cotton robe casually covered her now but just as a small blanket from her bare shoulders to just above her knees. She wasn't wearing her robe anymore. Even though I noticed her attempting to hold it in place, I could see her bare skin exposed by several gaps in the material. Steve stood by her head carefully moving some of her curls out of the way and laid the warm folded towel across her forehead also covering her eyes. He made sure she was comfortable and relaxed as he gently massaged her temples with his fingertips. He moved her arms outward on the bed as he gently rubbed her bare shoulders. I couldn't help but notice how vulnerable my sweet little wife appeared as she lay on the bed surrounded by three big men. I remembered again that the only thing covering her nakedness was a casually draped robe lying across her body from mid thigh to just above her breasts. Now with her eyes completely covered by the towel she was unable to see anything around her. Steve had her lying on her back; arms stretched out and quite relaxed. As he rubbed her temples, neck and upper shoulders, the fabric covering her breasts was being slowly lowered until her right nipple popped into view. Soon both of my wife's hard long nipples were exposed and pointing at the ceiling in the brightly lit room. My modest little wife seemed unaware that both her tits were uncovered in front of the three grinning men. With her eyes covered, she was evidently not aware or I'm sure she would have quickly grabbed something to cover up. For a long while Steve was careful not to disturb her or touch her in any way to let her know she was laying there showing her tits to these horny guys. I couldn't help but remember, earlier in the evening down in the bar, overhearing Jack tell his friend Steve how he really wanted "to see the little bitch's tits". Well Jack was getting his wish now and certainly was enjoying the view. My relaxed little wife continued to lie there quietly until Steve's hands started moving down across her exposed breasts. His fingertips started playing with her hard nipples. This seemed to bring her out of a trance very quickly and she immediately grasp the top of the white robe with both her hands pulling it upward to her neck to cover herself. As she clutched the white robe tightly to her chin, I noticed Jack and his friend standing down by her feet move closer to the bed. They both had a wide grin on their faces as they moved still closer to my wife. I was standing next to Steve and was shocked to look down and see several wisps of my wife's dark pubic hair protruding from the bottom hem of the robe. Evidently in her haste to cover her exposed tits she had inadvertently pulled her robe up high across her belly. I noticed that both Jack and his friend were elbowing each other as they stared up between her legs at my modest little wife's naked pussy. I couldn't believe that she just continued to lay there exposed while Steve gently rubbed her shoulders encouraging her to relax. I moved over towards the window where Jack and his friend were enjoying the view while she lay there completely unaware. Jack jokingly told Steve that they would help him with his massage as he and his friend each took one of her feet in their hands and gently massaged her toes. With the added stimulation to the bottom of her feet, my wife started flexing her legs and moving her hips which only added to the erotic scene. The three guys were so intent and focused on my wife I think they just forgot I was even in the room. I glanced up at Steve and noticed his wide grin as he told my wife to relax and enjoy as he watched his two friends. The next thing I noticed was Jack and his friend, each with one of my wife's feet in their hands, had moved apart. This of course forced her legs apart. Within a few moments they had my wife's legs spread wide opening her glistening pussy to their gaze. Her natural reaction was to attempt to close her legs to a more ladylike position. Despite her efforts, the two men managed to push her feet back until her knees were bent wide and her naked crotch was wide open for their viewing pleasure. Her pussy lips were spread wide open and her little brown rosebud came into view. They continued to hold her in this obscene position and joked with each other as they tickled her feet causing her to squirm and the wiggle. This had all happened so fast that I had been mesmerized by the erotic scene before me. It seemed like some exciting dream or something I was watching on television. My modest little wife still had the folded towel covering her eyes so she didn't notice as Steve unzipped his fly pulling out his large cock stroking himself next to her face. I watched him pull her face sideways towards his hard cock as he rubbed the big purple head across her cheek and mouth. At the same time, the other two guys were holding her legs wide apart while Jack pulled her pussy open to examine her inside. I noticed my wife stiffen and moan as Jack sunk a big finger deep in her cunt while using his big rough thumb on her clit. As he continued to finger fuck her, I could see any resistance slowly fade away as her breathing and moaning got deeper and more intense. The next thing I noticed was that her white robe was laying on the floor and she was stark naked. Steve was still rubbing his big cock across her lips pinching her nipples rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Now I can tell you for a fact that my wife's nipples are very sensitive. So it wasn't long before Jack's fingers were covered with her pussy juice as his fingers sloshed around noisily in her dripping hole. I could tell by the sound of her quick gasps that she was ready cum. The folded towel across her face was also gone and she had her eyes squeezed tightly closed. Steve was trying to get his big cock in her mouth leaving a trail of slime across her lips. I noticed her tightly clenched lips relax and her mouth open slightly which was just enough for Steve to sink his entire cock head inside her mouth. He grinned and softly told her he always knew she would be a great little cock sucker. I looked down and saw that Jack was now running his tongue up and down her wet slit noisily sucking her pussy lips into his mouth. She was rocking and thrusting her hips on his tongue like a common slut. The other guy had his pants around his knees jerking off running his hands all over her ass. I heard a deep sigh from Steve and a gagging sound from my wife and watched him explode in her mouth sending white cum running down her chin. She coughed and sputtered trying to get the hot sticky gooey stuff out of her mouth. I looked down at my little wife's slime covered face and watched her as her eyes opened wide and she shuddered and came again off of Jack's unrelenting tongue. I looked at his grinning face as he rose up from eating her. I almost had to laugh because both his cheeks were slick with her pussy juice. He had a shit eating grin a mile wide as he told my little wasted wife how great her pussy tasted. I just looked at the relaxed Steve and told him "no fucking her so hurry up cause it's time for you guys to go". There was a loud moan of disappointment from Jack and his friend. My wife was still lying on her back spread out on the bed with a slight smile of satisfaction on her face. It was agreed that Jack and his friend could jerk off on her before they left. The three guys agreed they wanted to have a better look at her ass before they left. So while Steve and I sat on the couch, Jack and his friend went over to my naked wife lying on the bed. They turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her around so that her ass was facing us on the couch. I thought to myself how utterly exposed in naked she looked being manhandled by these two strange men. She didn't resist or seem to mind as they got her on her hands and knees pushing her face down on the bed with her ass high in the air. As they pulled her knees apart and pushed down on the small of her back, the site was absolutely breathtaking. Her gorgeous ass spread wide for all of us to enjoy. Her pussy lips were open and fluted outward and her brown puckered ass hole was on display. My little wife just seemed like a rag doll remaining in the last posed position. Jack and his friend were both jerking on their large cocks as they move closer to examine the prize before them. Jack put his nose next to her ass hole and sniffed joking that she smelled clean and sweet. The next thing I know he is licking her pussy and then letting his tongue travel upward to taste her rosebud. Now my wife has never done anal before much less let me stick anything in there. But here she is letting this creep stick the tip of his tongue in her ass while his friend is jerking off on her ass. All the while the other guy is creaming on her ass he is freely playing with her pussy and clit then pinching her hard nipples. Before long Jack was seriously beating his meat rubbing in his cock on her ass. Then the bastard shot his load right on her ass letting his slime run down her crack over her open inflamed pussy. All the while my submissive little wife seemed to relax and let him do almost anything he wanted. She only squirmed a little bit when he decided to stick his gooey fingertip in her asshole. He got a little rough with her and started slapping her butt when she wouldn't hold still so he could sink his finger deeper up her butt. I put a stop to Jack's fun and told him it was time to go home. I was right to be concerned about Jack's aggressiveness when I realized how rough and commanding he was treating my wife. Earlier in the evening on the dance floor, I remember him holding her very tightly; he would then grasp her chin, pull her face directly to his and kiss her directly on her quivering lips. While he had her in a lip lock, he dropped his right hand over her left tit squeezing and fondling her openly on the dance floor. Again, after several feeble attempts to push the offending hand away, she just continued kissing him deeply while he mauled her tits. It wasn't until he started pinching and rolling her large nipples between his fingers through her bra that she finally pushed him away to gain her composure. I quickly slipped away as the song ended back to the hallway by the men's room to figure out what to do next. I wasn't very proud of myself for letting that happen. After the three men left our room, I helped my wife into the shower with me to clean up. We really didn't talk at all the rest of the night and slept in the next morning until about 9 AM. Her only comment at breakfast concerning the night before was that she was extremely embarrassed and couldn't understand how she could have let herself get into such a situation. Whether or not it was simply to retain her self-respect with herself, she simply said she didn't remember too much of what happened. I decided it was probably a good idea to leave it at that. For a while I had decided that I would never let that happen again. But that feeling of excitement is certainly hard to control. So I think we both just chalked it up to an adventure and part of living.