Let me start by saying that my husband and I are very happy together, both now in our 50s, and neither of us are prudish... And in truth, I've let myself go a little bit through the years, but am blessed with ample cleavage, and make up hides a multitude of sins, especially bright red lipstick. So during lock down, thought I'd recount an experience husband and I enjoyed just prior to this crazy period. Hubby had booked a hotel and asked me to dress to impress as we were going out to a nice restaurant. I've always assumed that means stockings and heels, which seems to work for him. And in truth I feel sexy in seamed stockings and even naughtier in a skirt without my panties on. So he charmed me and wined and dined me and told me I looked great and as the evening went on, started suggesting what he wanted to do when we retired to the hotel room. During the meal, he casually mentioned how he loves to see me flirt with others, and after our meal, perhaps I'd oblige him. The fantasy was for me to flirt with a stranger at the bar. I'll confess the idea got my imagination wandering. And as we ate, I noticed a youngish man on a table near ours sitting alone. He was tall and lean, good looking, dressed in a jacket with open shirt. And my mind started racing at the thought of doing more than just flirt with thus guy. I'd catch myself and bring back to conversation with hubby. Stupid me, what on earth would he see in me? But each time I caught his eye, I'd shift in my seat, allowing my wrap skirt to open a little further, until I was sure he could see the contrast band of stocking tops and my suspenders. His expression and held gaze suggested he indeed could. Hubby and I finished our meal. He asked me to go to the bar and get myself a drink. He was 'just nipping up to our room' but would be back soon, and fervently hoped he'd return to see me with many suitors flirting with me. So I tottered on my heels through to what was quite a busy bar area and plonked myself on a bar stool and ordered a drink. I felt a presence close behind me as the bar tender returned with my gin and bitter lemon. "would you let me buy that for you". It was my handsome restaurant suitor. I'm pretty sure I blushed. And we carried on with small talk. I often caught him looking down my blouse at my breasts. And he'd occasionally lean in to talk to me and his chest would press into my blossom. Each time I'd feel an increased tingle of excitement. By now, hubby had returned to the bar. But was keeping his distance. Intently watching me, smiling all the while. Then my phone pinged as a text arrived. PING:"he's a good looking guy, do you fancy him" "of course" I replied. PING:"r u going to flirt with him for me" "I already am" I replied. PING:"and will you suck his cock in front of me in our room later tonight for me?" I choked on my gin at this last txt. Flirting and fantasy was one thing, but this was a whole different level. PING: if you are up for this, then kiss him, tell him you want to suck his cock, and bring him to me. You will introduce us and then retire on your own to our room where you'll find I've laid out some clothes on the bed for you to put on. When u r ready, txt me and we'll both come up. " Well.... Was my husband telling me to be a slut? And was I ready to cross a previously understood line? Shall I continue with Part 2?