I have had a fetish for satin, especially blouses and skirts, for as long as I can remember and over the years it had developed to the point where I had begun to fantasise about seeing my partner Natasha seduce other men while dressed in a classy satin blouse and skirt.
I had opened up to Natasha about my fetish for satin and silk quite early on in our relationship and within a year or so we had amassed a modest collection of satin blouses, skirts lingerie and nightwear.
I think it’s fair to say she indulged me in my fetish but made it clear that she wanted me to want her, not just her in satin.
I was terrified that she would think I was weird so I did all I could to keep it to myself and managed to do just that for about eighteen months until, that is, we went to Venice for a long weekend.
On the second evening, we were there was her birthday and I had booked us a table at a famous restaurant to celebrate.
Natasha looked fantastic dressed in her purple satin blouse and a black satin pencil skirt.
Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to see the lace trim of her black satin bra and the pearl necklace and high heels she topped her outfit off with were just perfect.
After dinner, we went to the hotel for a drink and we were sat at the bar.
I sat there mesmerized by how stunning she looked, how the purple satin of her fitted blouse caught the light and seemed to caress her body with the lightest move.
Suddenly I was shaken out of my thoughts by the sound of someone speaking English. We both turned and saw a young American guy sat at a table and speaking on his mobile and, as we did so, he looked up and saw us looking at him.
Over the next few minutes, I was sure he was him checking Natasha out and had a feeling Natasha was enjoying it. I couldn’t be certain but think she might have even run her fingers over the thigh just to tease him. My cock was pounding.
A little while later the guy came up to the bar to pay his bill and, overhearing, us speaking English to one another, said, “Hi”. Natasha turned to return the greeting and immediately something in her eyes told me that she was attracted to him.
There was no mistaking that he was checking her over as we exchanged a little small talk. My cock had been hard all evening, but know it was throbbing in my pants as I watched him discretely peek down her blouse.
The conversation only lasted a few minutes and then he was gone to catch his flight, but it was obvious to me that for that brief time Natasha forgot I even existed. Seeing his eyes taking her in and seeing the desire in her eyes had me bursting in my pants.
After he had left I tried to compose myself. She said he was nice and I told her I could see that she fancied him. I guess she thought I was feeling jealous, so she tried to deny it.
I told her I didn’t mind and gave her a smile that I hoped would show I liked it, but I could tell she was thinking I was just testing her.
The sex we had that night was the best we’d ever had.
It was obvious she was thinking about him and getting more turned on than ever as I fucked her, and my cock had never been so hard or quick to bounce back.
I spent the next day desperate to talk about what had happened and convince her I was turned on and not jealous, but her denial the night before told me she wasn’t ready to be that open with me.
In the evening she dressed in her black satin blouse and red satin skirt and lingerie. I was desperate to tell her how turned on I had been but knew it was best to wait till dinner when the wine had loosened her up before approaching the subject again.
By the time the dessert arrived at the table, I could see that the wine had worked its magic and confessed that I had never been so turned on before and knew she had felt the same way.
At first, she was going to deny it, but then admitted that she had been attracted to him and that the way he looked at her made her want him.
I confessed that just talking about it had my cock throbbing.
She learned over and felt my bulging cock under the table and I could see she liked it.
She then began to confess that she had been turned on and had been thinking about him all night and day.
Seeing that she was finding the honesty liberating, I took the opportunity to tell her that if she ever found another guy attractive, she could tell me and I would be more than okay with it.
She said she would, but I could tell she still found the whole thing a bit strange.
The next morning when the alcohol had worn off, she got all serious and said that she loved me and didn’t need another man, that it was just a one-off thing and it wouldn’t happen again.
My heart immediately sank and I tried to reassure her that I wasn’t jealous and had been wanting it for ages, but she didn’t want to discuss it any further.
All I could hope was that the seed had been planted in her mind and would grow with time.
Story by Johnny
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