Page 63 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

I want to be honest.

“I’m thinking about what’s going to happen.”

“And what would you like to happen?” he whispers in my ear so the driver can’t hear it.

“What do you want?”

He leans his head on the car seat and sighs.

“I want to watch, I want to fuck you, and I want you to get fucked,” he whispers in Spanish. “I’m dying to kiss you as you moan. I want everything, absolutely everything, you’re willing to give me.”

I nod like one of those bobbleheads, and my stomach flips.

I love to hear him say “fuck.” It gets me so hot. I’m wet just from thinking about it. “I’ll give you everything you want,” I respond.

“Right now just give me your panties.”

I laugh aloud. Eric and his thing for my underwear.

I discreetly take off my underwear so the driver can’t see what I’m doing; otherwise I might die of embarrassment. Eric brings my panties to his nose and then shoves them in his pants pocket.

Twenty minutes later, I’m commando as we’re dropped off on a busy street. Eric takes me by the waist, and we walk to a bar with a lighted sign that says “Sensations.” The bouncer looks us over. Even though we are wearing our Bavarian costumes, he recognizes what we’re here for and lets us through.

Inside, I see a lot of couples dressed like us. We head toward the back. Eric opens a door, and we’re in another place altogether. The music isn’t as loud, and everyone looks at us. Because we’re new, we attract attention.

Eric guides me to the bar, where two men and a woman are groping each other. I’m not surprised, and I smile as I watch their kinky game. Eric gets us a couple of drinks.

“Why are you laughing?” my husband asks me.

I sit on one of the stools, nod toward the trio, and circle his neck with my arms.

“I was remembering that time in Barcelona when you took me to that swinger’s bar and made me sit on a stool and opened my legs so others could see me.”

Eric grins at the memory.

“That night you got me hot for nothing.”

“I was punishing you for leaving the hotel without telling me, sweetheart,” he says as he kisses my neck. “That got you very aroused.”

“Yes.”

My breathing gets harder when Eric, my Eric, my love, begins to raise my long skirt until it’s up near my thighs. He’s so playful!

“There’s a man to your right who can’t stop watching us, and it would really get me going if he could see more of my wife. Is that OK?”

His hands go up the inside of my thighs until they arrive at the very core of my desire. He touches me.

“Yes, of course,” I say.

He doesn’t wait another moment. He kisses me and turns my stool toward the man. The guy, who’s in his fifties and very attractive, watches us. Eric stands behind me and opens my legs and I see the stranger’s eyes dilate and sparkle.

Now excited, I help him lift my skirt even more.

“He’s dying for us to invite him between your legs. Just look at him. His eyes already possess you. Do you see that?”

I nod as I get wetter, and my breathing gets even heavier. Eric knows all this and puts a hand on my chest, then cradles my breast with it.

“You’re delicious, my love. Very, very delicious.” The older man can’t take his eyes off us. “Have you ever had sex with a man that age?”

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