Pilloow Talk

Although we had been married for five years, and had been together for eight years, we were still very much in love. Shelly is a shy, petite, stunning blond, who turns heads wherever she goes. Her slim figure, perky 34-b breasts, tight firm ass, and shapely toned legs never failed to draw admiring looks from other men, They reinforced my thoughts that she was indeed beautiful to them, and not just in my eyes.

We had a very satisfying sex life, and still had sex almost every day. Although Shelly wasn't into vulgar dirty talk, she would get extremely turned on whenever I initiated pillow talk about how beautiful she was, and how I loved when she drew the attention of other men. I don't believe she realized how attractive she really is, but when we would pillow talk, the sex would be extra special.

When we would go out to a club, I would encourage her to dress sexy, short, low cut cocktail dress, heels, no bra and that's all. She almost always insisted on a bra and panties, but once in a while she would appease me and not wear a bra, but only with the right dress, and she always wore panties.

While out clubbing I would encourage her to dance with her admirers, because I am not much of a dancer, and I loved to watch her with other men. Shelly loved to dance, and with her looks, she never lacked for a dance partner. She is not much of a drinker, so it only took a couple for her to loosen up on the dance floor. Some of the guys she danced with would take a few liberties, a casual touch of her ass, or a brush of a hand on the side of her breast. I saw this happen on numerous occasions, but she never mentioned them to me, and I never mentioned to her that I had observed the liberties they had taken.

One evening after going out to dance, a lucky night for me as she went braless, we were back home and in bed. While making love I brought up that I saw one of her dance partners with his hands briefly holding her closely by the ass. She defended him and said that it was only for a moment or two, and it actually felt good and turned her on a bit, so she didn't reprimand him. She then volunteered that his hand had also brushed the side of her breast, and his touch through the thin fabric of her dress had made her nipple harden immediately, and further turned her on. She also mentioned that she could feel his erection pressed against her stomach.

Just this little bit of pillow talk about that one dance partner was enough to move our lovemaking to the next level. She suddenly became extremely wet and so much more aggressive. Shelly rolled us over so that she was now on top and began to ride me hard. She asked if I had enjoyed seeing another man touch her butt, and did it turn me on? I told her that yes, just watching her on the dance floor with a strange man, and seeing a touch here and there was a real turn on for me, and never failed to get me erect. I said I was disappointed that I had not seen his hand touch her breast.

We had some of the best sex that night while whispering about her experiences on the dance floor. She had numerous orgasms, and my one orgasm was more intense than any I had had in a long time. Laying in bed afterward, catching our breath, and basking in the afterglow, we resumed our pillow talk. I asked her if her experience that night, and the feeling of his erection against her belly, had confirmed that she was attractive, and desired.

She replied that yes, she had felt sexy and desired, and the touch of his fingers on her breast, the hardening of her nipple, was almost too much for her to take in. She said the whole experience was such a turn on for her, but she didn't have any idea that I would be as turned on as she was just talking about it.

Usually I am good for only one orgasm per night, but the pillow talk soon had me hard and ready for a second round. Within minutes we were again making love as our discussion continued. She whispered that she had wished I had seen him touch her breast, and I had to admit that I would have loved to see it. We agreed that the next time, I would watch more closely and she would discreetly encourage her dance partners' wandering hands. That statement took us both over the top as we reached orgasm together.

As I lay awake that night thinking about my beautiful wife dancing with and being touched by a stranger, and how turned on our conversation had made me, and apparently her also. Deep inside I was bothered by my thoughts that a stranger could turn her on, on the dance floor, with just a touch. I wondered if I shouldn't be jealous, or even be mad or upset about it. Laying there listening to her soft breathing as she slept, I eventually fell into a troubled sleep.

A few weeks later we made plans to again go out dancing, but this time she readily agreed to go braless and to wear only a thong under her skimpy dress. The dress she chose to wear was very short, had a deep plunging V neckline, and most of the back was open. It left little to the imagination, as the swell of her perky 32-b breasts could clearly be seen, and most of her shapely thighs were on display because it was so short. As she spun around to seek my approval of her attire, the hem of the slinky dress blossomed out and the flare of her ass cheeks were just visible, with the thong hiding nothing. I felt a twinge of jealousy and also the twinge of an erection, and we hadn't even left home yet. I thought it should be a great evening.

Midway through the evening, we both had a few drinks, and Shelly had not missed but a couple dances. We were both quite enjoying the night when a good looking, slightly older man walked to our table and asked her to dance. Shelly accepted his offer and off they went. The next song was a slow one and soon they were in each other's arms on the dark dance floor. The next dance was also a slow one, and they continued to dance.

As I secretly watched, his hand roamed her bare back as he pulled her close, then slowly slid down to caress her ass over the thin material of the dress.. After a moment his hand moved from her ass to feel her breast, not just a side brush but a full on cupping of her breast through the thin material. Shelly didn't flinch as his hand roamed, surely enjoying his touch. I was sure her nipple was hard and she was probably turned on. My first reaction was of jealousy, but that was soon overcome by my growing erection. When the dance ended they returned to our table and she sat beside me while he thanked her for the dance, and thanked me for allowing it.

As he walked away I couldn't help but notice Shelly's nipples poking at the thin material of her dress, they were hard and her face was flushed. I knew she was turned on as she pulled me close, looked deep into my eyes and asked if I had been watching. My answer was yes, of course, I watched him fondle your ass and breast, right on the dance floor. She discreetly slid her hand to my lap and gave my erection a gentle squeeze, then said you must have been watching. If we were not surrounded by people I would have fucked her right there. Yes I was jealous, but so turned on at what had just taken place, it overrode my jealousy.

I asked Shelly if she wanted to leave, but she said no, she wanted to stay and dance some more. Within minutes another stranger walked to our table and asked if she would dance, and of course she accepted. Again off they went as a fast dance began. Shelly was really into this song, as it was a favorite of hers, and as she danced her legs flashed as the short dress ballooned and rode up the back of her thighs, just short of her ass cheeks. She really is a great dancer, and many eyes were on her. My erection was now as strong as it had been all night from watching my wife put on a show.

The music came to an end and a slow sexy song began. They appeared to talk for a moment, then were in each other's arms for the start of this slow dance. He had one hand around her waist while the other was on the bare skin of her back. Shelly had both her hands on his shoulders and her head nestled between his neck and shoulder. He wasted no time before slipping his hand from her waist down to cup her ass cheek on the dark dance floor, while I watched from just a few feet away. This wasn't a quick feel as he kept his hand on her ass and kneaded her flesh with his fingers.

Shelly made no attempt to stop him as the jealousy built inside me, but again my erection overcame my jealous feelings. I was thinking with my little head. His hand that had been on her bare back now moved to her breast and under the cover of the low lighting I could see him cup her breast and tweak her nipple with his fingers. When the dance came to an end Shelly stepped back away from him, and walked to our table. She didn't sit but asked if we could leave, now.

Once we were in the car Shelly was quiet, but asked to go straight home. So I wasted no time driving to our house. Inside she asked for a glass of wine and then went to the bedroom. When I entered the room she was undressed and sitting in bed under the sheet. She patted the bed next to her and took the glass of wine from my hand as I sat next to her. She apologized for the abrupt exit from the club and said she just needed to get away from that atmosphere.

After drinking half the glass of wine she asked if I had seen what her last dance partner was doing to her. I told her yes, even in the dim lighting I had seen it all. Shelly began to explain that she got carried away on the dance floor and was powerless to stop the man from caressing her. She said she was so turned on that she didn't want to, or maybe just couldn't stop him from going any farther. She didn't know what to do so she had decided that the only way out of the situation was to leave the club immediately. She was so sorry and hoped I could forgive her actions.

Without saying a word I undressed and slid into the bed next to her, wrapped her in my arms and began kissing her gently. Shelly said to me that nothing like that had ever happened to her while dancing. I told her there was nothing to be sorry about as she was not the aggressor, and none of it was her fault. Then she, without looking in my eyes, said, I am sorry that I was so turned on by a stranger, and that she had allowed it to happen. I hushed her apology and explained that in the past we had used her dancing and flirting as foreplay for our lovemaking afterward.

Now the pillow talk began as we kissed and caressed each other. I asked her if she was still turned on, and she breathlessly whispered yes, very much. My hand went to the apex of her thighs, my Shelly was soaking. I had never felt her pussy this wet before, and my gentle touch drew a quiet moan from her soft lips. I asked her what part of his touch she had enjoyed most. She said when he pulled her close, and she felt his erection against her belly, that was the beginning. His hand on her bare back was so intoxicating.

When his other hand slipped to her butt, covered only by the thin fabric of her dress, and his fingers cupped and caressed her cheek, his fingers only inches from her sex, that was when she realized she could not stop him. When his other hand left her back and cupped her breast she wanted to stop him, but she just could not. As his fingers toyed with and pulled her nipple through the thin dress, it grew and became hard in his fingertips. Shelly told me that she knew that in a very short time she would orgasm, right on the dance floor with a stranger, if she didn't stop him. That was when she decided that as soon as the dance ended she must leave immediately.

Even though hearing this from my beautiful wife turned me on, I was jealous, but my hard cock again won the battle of thoughts and I slowly pushed it inside her soaking wet pussy. Her orgasm came in seconds, and I followed her seconds later with one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I don't recall ever being so turned on, or that I came so quickly.

As we lay in each other's arms I felt jealous and ashamed to have used her this way, for my benefit and I told her so. I said I was sorry that she had to go through the ordeal on the dance floor, and to tell me about it for my benefit, to turn me on. She assured me that she felt a little embarrassed, but telling me about it was a huge turn on for her also. The second round of pillow talk for the night began.

This was one of the few times Shelly initiated the pillow talk, telling me that she had really enjoyed the sex we had just had, and the foreplay she had had on the dance floor. She asked if I would mind us doing that again? I had to be truthful and tell her that I would love to do that again, although my jealous feelings wanted to say no, never again. Instead, with my growing erection I kissed her and round two of our lovemaking began.

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