The Erotic Tales of Whore Wives - XI - Tales of Whore Wives, #11 pan Arabella Quinn

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The Erotic Tales of Whore Wives - XI - Tales of Whore Wives, #11

Arabella Quinn

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ISBN: 9798227095596

Editeur: Big Dog Books, LLC

Date de parution: 2025

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Meanwhile, Nilofer, a petite woman I had previously perceived as demure, added to the intensity of the moment. She pressed her hips into my backside, her movements insistent, while her hands occasionally explored the firm curves of my rear. The dance was electrifying, a vivid reminder of the allure and sensuality these women possessed. It was as if they had shed the prim and proper veneers that society typically draped over them, and I embraced this transformation wholeheartedly.
I, too, had left behind any semblance of restraint at the door. The once-dormant siren within me was awakening, and this revelation both startled and thrilled me. A quick glance back at our table revealed Eirik and Stellan, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding on the dance floor. In that fleeting look, I caught a glimpse of their astonished expressions. It was clear that my husband was taken aback by the metamorphosis of his once demure wife into this vibrant, provocative persona.
When the song concluded, I leaned in and kissed Ingrid, and soon we found ourselves locked in a passionate embrace right in the middle of the bustling dance floor. The amusing thing was that no one else seemed to take notice. Perhaps it wasn't all that surprising, given the lively and carefree nature of the crowd. As we made our way back to the table, I noticed a large, damp spot on the sheer fabric of Ingrid's hose glistening on her thigh.
Oooops!The lady's dance seemed to be the catalyst that ignited the evening into a frenzy, as the atmosphere grew increasingly wild and exhilarating. The only rule appeared to be to enjoy the night to the fullest, within the bounds of legality, of course, since we were in a "public" space. Boundaries were definitely being pushed. I observed several couples entwined in kisses and affectionate embraces both on the dance floor and at the surrounding tables.
Although I wasn't quite drunk, the alcohol had weaved its enchanting spell on me, and I joined in the revelry with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. A few of Ingrid's friends sauntered over, extending invitations for us to dance, both individually and as part of a lively group. We frequently found ourselves forming tight-knit clusters, swaying and laughing amidst the pulsating rhythms on the dance floor.
Ingrid signaled me with a subtle nod, her eyes twinkling with mischief, inviting me to join her for what she called a "potty break." We slipped away from the lively chatter and clinking glasses, making our way to the relative sanctuary of the restroom. Inside, the hum of the party was muffled, creating an intimate atmosphere. Ingrid leaned in, her voice a soft whisper, and informed me that we had been invited back to Nilofer and her husband Luke's house for an intimate gathering.
Would we be interested? Her eyes sparkled with the promise of adventure as she elaborated that Nilofer and Luke were not only old friends but also cherished companions, and that we would be accompanied by another couple, Zoya and Magnus. We had crossed paths with both couples earlier in the evening, sharing laughter and several spirited dances.