Dan had gripped his wife’s hand tighter, leaned to her, whispered in her ear: “Aurora, do you know him, the handsome one? He’s looking at you. Even though we’ve passed them, he’s looking at you, can you feel it?” Aurora instinctively turned her head, saw that each of the men at the table was looking at her, at her beautiful ass in her tight jeans. Her head snapped back to eyes front.

“Yes, I know him, he’s in the café every day so it’s not unusual that we would meet. Please don’t be angry with me!”

“On the contrary, I’m not angry, I’m happy that your friend admires you, how could he not?” Aurora breathed a sigh of relief, and emboldened by her husband’s excitement she went on, telling him that the man, Sandro, had asked her several times to go with him to his apartment, just for lunch, or a drink, or coffee. But she had always refused, although she really did want to go. She had looked at her husband as she said this, watching his face for any sign of anger or pain, but she saw only a smile.

“Aurora, the next time he asks you to go with him, go. See how he lives, and how he reacts when you’re there with him. Listen to this: make a plan with someone at work to call you at a certain time and when you answer you use the call to either tell Sandro that you have to leave, or that it’s nothing that can’t wait and you can stay. How does that sound? You’ll be safe.”

Aurora knew now that her husband really wanted her to do this, that he had planned it all out, every detail, so why would he be hurt if she were to actually do it? She decided to go a bit further with him.

“So you want him to see me?” she asked, dropping the flimsy negligee she had worn as she brushed her lustrous hair. Her breasts were tipped with dark nipples that he ached to touch, but she turned from him, her magnificent ass drawing his attention. “And would you like him to see me like this?” Dan finally caught his breath, managed to utter a ragged “Yes! Oh, yes!”

So now she knew, he really thought he wanted her to take a lover. Now the question was, did she? Immediately her pussy began to quiver, she could actually feel the flower petals of her lips tingle and pulsate as they filled with blood, the warmth of her lubrication wet in her slit. She wanted to, she realized she wanted to feel another man touch her, kiss her, fondle her, enter her, but could she do it.

“He would have to kiss me,” and her lips descended to Dan’s, opened, her tongue slipping into his surprised mouth, sweet, warm, insistent. “Oh, yes, and I would have to do this,” her hand gliding down his body, finding his throbbing cock, gripping it, her fingers tightening. “Should I do this as well?” and she kissed a trail of wet kisses down his chest, pausing to bite his nipple, then kissed until she was at his hips. Glancing up at him, her lovely eyes glowing with lust, she raised her eyebrows questioningly, “is this what you want me to do with him, Dan?” and she rubbed her lush lips across the dark head.