Stella, a high-class bird lady

Before the loyal muse can begin scouting the room proper she is aproched by a white bird. "That was a really nice display just now. I'm Stella by the way"

"I'm Isabella Stolly, so you liked that huh?"

"Yeah, it was awsome. The point of places like this is to flirt, but some guys don't know when to stop. Gotta put them in their place every now and then"

"So is that why you are here? To flirt around?"

"In theory. But I found no man here comes close to meeting my standards". That's a familiar feeling for the married woman, was a source of furstration during her single years. Knowing she could easly have any man she wanted, but wanting none of them. Before the two beauties find themselves talking about the inconviniences of large breasts, of how hard it can be to find good clothes when everyone is gonna be imagining you without them, and other such problems gorgeous woman face

The conversation takes a turn when once Wes is brought up. "Despite everything, it's all more than worthy it when I get to see the smile on his face."

"His? Got a boyfriend then, huh. He must trust you a lot if he lets you go out like this without him"

"Husband. And he dosen't really mind me dressing or doing as I please. He knows this" her hands run sensually across her exposed curves "Is for his pleasure only"

Staring a bit longer than expected, Stella responds "Hmmm, something's off here. If this" she gestures towards Isabella's body "is for your husband only then why all this display to me? Feels like you'r pulling my leg"

"I would consider it 'his pleasure' to get him a second plaything"

Isa looks with delight at Stella's surprised face. The glamorous white bird was expecting Wes to be a cuck or voyur, not the other way around. No one would expect a woman such as Isabella to settle down for a single man, and much less to submit to him so completely. She finaly snaps out of it "Wait, just to be clear, you are asking me to fuck your husband for you?"

"Maybe. I only wanna bring him the best, and while you have done well so far I'm still not completely decided...". It's a bluff. She would never admit it, but Stella is almost as good-looking as Isa and the conversation so far left a very good impression. Wife dearly just wants to push her a little to see the best she can do. "Say, pretend I'm a man you wanna fuck and try to flirt with me"

Stella wears a grin and wispers "I don't have to pretend you are a man to want to fuck you" before taking a step back and dropping her coat. It's Isa's turn to be surprised, only managing to mutter a "what" as she's exposed to the ful perfection of Stella's form

[Art by knightmoonlight98]

After several moments of silent staring, Stella finaly gets her response. "Damn". Isa is mostly straight, but Stella easly ranks above most of the men she slept with. It's decided, she's the one Wes is having tonight. "Alright, you convinced me." Finaly looking away from the white marvel herself, Isa looks around and notices a significant amount of staring towards Stella. "But should you really do that here?". Turning to the excpectators, Stella strikes another pose and says out loud. "Let them at least see what they can't touch", tempting lower man with what they can't have has allways been a guilty pleasure of hers, doubly so now that she will get to do the same with another woman of the same caliber

As they prepare to leave, Stella asks a last question. "So your husband is on the menu, but what about you?". The answer is honest "It's gonna depend only if he wants to". Stepping a bit too close, the newly ellected bull wispers a final provocation to the soon-to-be cuckquean "I better make shure he does, then"

As the pair pass throught the crowds on their way out, many sad sighs and not few poorly-hidden comments are audible from the frustrated men. "What a waste" sounds a particularly loud one. Isa feels a spark of anger light up in her chest, but it quickly dies down. If only they knew what was going to happen, then they would hardly call it 'waste'