Brad, a 42-year-old professor, had that chance to see his 27-year-old wife perform at a convention last summer at an upscale hotel in Miami. Dawn wore an unusually revealing black dress that evening. It was shorter than anything Brad had ever seen her wear in public. Being that this was a formal dinner and dance with potential professional contacts, he was reluctant to have her wear it at first. But Dawn, who had a shapely but very petite 102-pound body, seemed to be very comfortable and confident in the tight, low-cut dress.

In fact, seeing his wife in the dress stirred some reoccurring fantasies in Brad as they shared a bottle of sparkling wine in their room before heading to the banquet. Throughout their five-year marriage, Brad had toyed with the idea of directly asking Dawn to seduce another man.

This dull event was quickly transforming into a stage for Dawn’s playfulness, all under the watchful eye of Brad who wasn’t sure where his wife was taking them. Dawn danced with several of Brad’s colleagues who certainly got more than they had hoped for.

When she returned to her table after one particularly hot dance she appeared slightly breathless. “You’re friends have roaming hands,” she told Brad as she brushed back her hair. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Think they could tell you have nothing on underneath?” he asked as his heart pounded. “Yeah, probably,” she said with a seductive smile.

About an hour later, after a slow dance with one of the single men who appeared to be in his late 30s, Dawn signaled to Brad, to a back exit and strolled out the door with the guy.  Brad made his way through the crowd and out the door own the hallway where he heard voices. When he walked in, he saw them. No one said anything at first, then Dawn closed the door. “I believe this is what you wanted!”

I just stood there and watched while he slid the hem of her dress just slightly above the top of her stockings, placing his right hand under the material and watched her immediately wrap her thighs around his hand now positioned on her cleanly-shaven pussy.

Dawn moaned with pleasure as the stranger massaged her pussy with his hand, then dropped to his knees. Brad could now see right between his wife’s legs as the man began eating. She placed her hands behind her and leaned back, seemingly lost in the act, not even noticing her husband seated just 6 feet away.

What Brad didn’t know was that a friend of the stranger, who had to first take his wife back to their room, was about to join the party.

When the friend arrived, the stranger was now standing against the wall as Dawn was on the floor giving him a blow job. “C’mon on in, man,” the stranger said. “This chick is hot.”

As if Brad was not turned-on enough, this was putting him over the edge. The new guest had an open bottle of wine which he shared with Dawn who was already pretty far gone by that point. She drank straight from the bottle as the two men removed her dress and positioned her on her hands and knees.Brad knew she was about to get fucked.Brad watched the stranger spread his wife’s cheeks and plunge into her pussy which just engulfed the cock on the first thrust. From the sides of her pussy as his
swollen cock plunged deep, seeped her own creamy juices.

The other guy jumped up on the couch in front of her, pushing his cock in her waiting mouth. Every time his cock struck the back of her throat, she’d throw her head back further as to take it in as far as she could.

It didn’t take long for the man to cum. When he did, he pulled out and shot his load all over her face, hair and neck. The other guy then finished off inside her pussy with Dawn leaning over the edge of the couch, and the guy standing there humping her, making her bounce with every thrust.

Dawn still had enough energy, she turned around sitting on the side of the couch as she dug her nails into his back and squeezed his sides with her legs as he pumped the last bit of cum into her.

After-wards, the two men quickly and nervously left. Brad just sat there and watched his wife struggle to sit up. Her sexy dress lay crumbled on the floor. Her hair matted in cum was a mess. She was still a little blurry-eyed but managed to focus on her husband who was speechless and hard as a rock.

“Now it’s your turn, dear,” she said as she walked slowly across the little room.