I wrote this story by request from my friends Penny and Mark in Australia.
I am Penny and I live "down under" in Australia. I am 54, 5'-10'with a big set of boobs. I am not a BBW but what I would call a lush woman - you know, a few extra pounds but in all the right spots. I am married to my wonderful husband, Mark, who is 63, 6 ft tall and has a stocky build which is all muscle. We own our own business so we can have the freedom to sometimes have a short day or take a day off.
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A little over a year ago, Mark told me about one of his fantasies. He wanted to watch me flirt with other men. After a discussion about it, we decided that once a month I would dress up and we would go dancing at a local bar that has live music on Saturday nights. I usually wear low-cut tops to show off my big boobs. My husband always dances the first couple of dances with me then he lets me dance with the other guys present. I flirt with the men and let them feel my butt or brush against my boobs but that is the limit. Most of them push their pelvis against me so that I can feel their hardon. When it is time to go, my husband will dance with me and then we leave. When we get home, my husband is always so turned on that we have a night of fantastic sex. It has livened up our sex life considerably.
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On a Saturday a couple of weeks ago, my husband told me at breakfast that he had a surprise for me. I was anxious to know what the surprise was so I pestered him all morning about it. At lunch he decided to tell me what he had planned.
"Tonight I want to do something special. It is something that we most likely will do only once but I really want to try it if you are willing," he said.
"You have my curiosity peaked so do tell me what you are planning," I said.
"Tonight I am taking you to the Hilton. I want you to dress upscale but still sexy. While you dance with the men, I want you to select one and spend the night with him at the hotel," he said.
"Really! You want to do this? I know that you do have some jealousy inside. Can you accept me having sex with someone else?" I asked.
"I have thought about this ever since we started with the flirting thing. I think I can handle it," he replied.
"Are you going to the room with me to watch?" I asked.
"No! I am not certain that I can handle that yet. I will leave you there and come home. I am not certain how I would react to watching you with someone else just yet," he explained.
"Exactly how will this work? Have you worked out the details?" I asked.
"Yes, I think so. We both will dress up and have dinner at the hotel. Afterward, we will go the bar/dancing area. I want you to dance with the men there and if any one of them would excite you, then I want you to accompany him to his room for the night. When I see you leave the bar area, then I will drive home. I want you to spend the night if it works out that way. He will buy you breakfast and then you will take a taxi home to me. If during or after sex, you want to come home rather than spend the night, then dress and catch a taxi home," he said.
"If there are no men of interest there, then what?" I asked.
"Then we will just come home with a full stomach," he said.
"What will you get out of this?" I asked.
"When you get home, I want you to tell me exactly in detail what he did with you and we will do exactly the same thing. I will be fiercely horny so we may have sex several times," he said.
"My God, that sounds exciting. I am thrilled to try it but if you have problems with it, we will just come home," I offered.
"Of course. I know we do the same things every time we make love so I thought if we could repeat what the man does with you, it could liven up our sex life a bit," he said.
"Honey, it is almost noon so I better fix my hair, take a shower and start figuring out what to wear so that we can get to the hotel for dinner," I said.
I ran upstairs and started going through my closet looking for attire to wear tonight. I decided on a simple black dress that had a fairly low-cut front to show off my boobs. I put it on and went downstairs to show my husband.
"That is the perfect dress but I think you need to shorten it some. I want you to show off your beautiful thighs a bit more," he said.
I pulled up the skirt a little at a time until he said "that's it". It was at least 4 inches shorter. I took it upstairs and using my sewing machine I raised the hem about 4 inches. I put it on and modeled it in front of the mirror. I see what my husband is trying to accomplish. The new length does show off my thick thighs. Actually, I think I look very attractive. I know that with this dress I can get some attention. I went downstairs and modeled it for my husband.
"That is exactly what I wanted for tonight. You will attract a lot of attention tonight," he said.
I went back upstairs and put the dress on the bed. I went into the bathroom and undressed. I looked at myself in the mirror. I don't look bad for 54 years old. I did notice that my black pubic hair was fairly long and a bit unkempt. I took a comb and my husband's electric trimmer and I shortened the hair to about 1/4 inch long. I then took my razor and trimmed the perimeter so make a smaller triangle. That looked good enough to eat I thought. I jumped into the shower and cleaned up everything especially the pubic area. I dried off and went to my dresser for underwear. I picked out my sexiest bra which was my black one - 40DD. For a girl of my size I wore cotton bikini panties. I then put on my makeup for the evening. When I went back to the bedroom for my dress, I saw my husband putting on his best dark suit. He even had a tie on. Wow! He is so handsome! I finished dressing and put on some of my favorite perfume with a dab down by my pubic area.
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We drove 45 minutes to the Hilton and parked our car. My husband had made dinner reservations so we were seated immediately. Mark ordered a steak and I had the lobster dinner. My husband reviewed the rules for the night with me.
"I will stay here until you give me the sign that you are headed upstairs. Do a hand wave but below your shoulders so that it is less noticeable. That is my sign to leave. If you get into trouble on the dance floor or at the bar, wave your hand above your head and I will be there in a flash. If you get into trouble up in his room, call my cell phone as I might not be home yet and I can turn around and come back for you. I am going over to talk to the bartender and I will tip him to make your drinks are watered down. I want you in control and not drunk. In the room you have complete freedom but I would ask you not to do anal. I would like to keep that special just for us and only on special occasions. Any questions?" he said.
"No, I have no questions. Are you sure that you are OK with this?" I asked him.
"Yes, I think when I leave I will think about fucking you when you come home rather than worrying about what you will be doing tonight," he answered.
We finished our dinner and then moved to the bar area. We sat at a table away from the dance floor so that Mark would not stand out while he watched over me. He went to the bar and talked with the bartender and I saw my husband slip him some money. He returned with two drinks. We both sat watching the people in the bar. It was mostly couples of various ages but there was one man at the end of the bar drinking alone. He was quite handsome and had blonde hair and a slight beard that was neatly trimmed very short. I thought he looked nice and he dressed very neatly. He might be a possibility for this evening. I pushed my drink over to Mark and I headed for the bar. I sat down on the stool next to him.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" I asked.