The Slutty College Professor (Closed for slutindianwife)

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The motorbike chugged along slowly. The night was cool. Friday, 7 PM.
My wife and I had decided on going to a night club which was pretty far from where we lived – because the slutty dress that she had on below her overcoat – and which I her hubby did not know off, was not meant to be seen by anyone we knew.
And my heart was pounding, I just hoped we did not bump into anyone from our neighborhood – or office, to say the least!
She was a college professor – and it shocked her when I told her that I was a cuckold – and wanted her to be slutty!
But, the shock had worn off – and here we were – headed to a night club!
As we got closer I kept asking myself if this was crazy. I know she dressed slutty but have no idea what she has on under her coat.
We pulled up to the club and parked the bike. My hands were shaking. This is what I wanted she agreed and came with me.
Was she really going to go through with this. Do I really want her to .

The place I found was a quit place never very busy.
Usually not crowded. As we walked in my wife still in her coat we looked around the club.
It was pretty empty a few men and woman around. It was dimly lite but we could see a pool table in the corner and a nice bar. The dance floor had a few people on it.
 
I was nervous. But I liked the ambience.
I also loved the pool table and the bar which had high stools.
The dance floor was dimly let.
“Let’s find a corner table.” I said nervously.
 
I look around the club and find a booth off in the corner. taking you by the hand I lead you to the empty booth. The place really is not very busy. The few people on the dance floor seem to be having a good time. My hands are shaking a little. I still can not believe you came.

I ask if I can take your coat.
 
I frown a little. "We can sit and order a drink if you like" I am dying to see what she is wearing. I know you spent an hour dressing.
 
“Yes, order drinks. Whisky on the rocks for me!”
I was now very nervous.
Regretting having come here.
I looked around, no one familiar.
I was a college professor.
On Monday, I started a new job in a community college just 10 clicks from where we lived in our lovely cottage.
 
I wave the waitress over. It takes her couple minutes to get to us. I order two whiskies on the rocks. As we sit and wait for her to come back I look over at you. "I know this is not easy, I am sure we are far enough from home no one we know will be in this type of place".

The waitress brings us our drinks lifting my glass "thank you and here is to us"
 
Looking around the room, "look at this place. No one we know would come to a place like this. We far enough away I am sure no one will see us here" Taking a big drink.

" Are you ever going to show me what you wore?"
 
I sit back and mumble "Not in a hurry at all I just want us to enjoy this." Easing back in the booth finishing my drink waving to the waitress for another.

Thinking to my self "I still can not believe she came and agreed to any of this"
 
I smile at you trying to defuse any tension. As the waitress come I tell her two more for me and the lovely lady.
My head is spinning with thoughts of how I see this going ..how I thought it might be. Now we are out together she knows what I want who I am now. No more secrets.

I want her to flirt and show off to other men I want to see how they act how it makes me feel.

The waitress returns with fresh drinks. I tip her generously. looking over to my wife "you know...there is not rush we can take our time" I take a sip of my drink and see there are a few single men in the club. "I can just sit and let you go at your own pace"
 
Seeing you smile a relax a little. Still thinking of all the possibilities the things this could lead to. taking another sip blurting out "we ..we could dance if you want" Regretting asking not wanting to seem pushy.

I just want her to relax and enjoy this.
 
"ok" I sit back again not sure what I should do. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I should have never told he what I am what I want.
 
I whisper:
“Am gonna slut with 3 guys tonite.
Then we are gonna take one back home!”
 
I gag on my drink some..."what..are you really going to do this?"

My head gets fuzzy..I look around the club thinking who it might be.
 
Talking a big drink.. "no..no I do not" gulping down my whiskey. "I want this I need it please"
 
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