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I knew I wouldn’t find anybody more attractive to me than my husband inside that club. “Because I can’t wait to show off my beautiful wife.” He leaned down and kissed me, and not a gentle brush of the lips either; a hard, passionate kiss with his fingers tangled in my hair that had me arching up against him. He caught his breath as his fingers reached the top of my stocking, running round to find the suspenders. ” I smiled, still trying to wriggle away (but if I was honest, not very seriously). I’m not going to risk ruining the mood by having to take my tights off!Lost in the feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth, I barely noticed his hands trailing down my body, until I felt my dress being pulled up my thigh. ” “Very smart.” Greg’s fingers trailed over the thin fabric of my knickers, pressing delicately in to trace the shape of my pussy lips, then slid underneath to stroke along the folds.I’d been planning for weeks what I would wear, but as we approached the swingers club I suddenly felt self-conscious.I was wearing the sexiest dress I possessed – a flowing green silk knee-length number gathered just under the breasts, with a deep plunging neckline.Despite all my nerves, I knew I’d be disappointed if we just turned around and went home.
Greg’s research had found the name of a venue that hosted bi-monthly swingers’ party nights, and we decided we were ready to try it out.
I couldn’t stifle a wordless sound of protest as he took his hand out of my knickers.
“Sorry, sweets,” he grinned, tugging my dress down so that my thighs were covered again.
In our bedroom at home, it had seemed both sexy and classy, but now I was worried that I looked frumpy and mumsy, a suburban housewife out of her depth.
Or what if it was the other way around, and I was showing too much flesh and looked desperate?