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You know you never think it could be you. What I mean is that I was a very good and faithful wife I never thought I would ever "Do It" with anyone other than my husband. But things can change and I thought Wife dressed as slut would just tell you how I became a hotwife, my husband; Preston loves to show me off.

He would take me out to fine restaurants and clubs, we would meet his business associates and clients and he would always have me dress very sexy. He kept telling me how hot I was and how every man wanted to fuck me. He said that he loved being married to a complete slut. But back then I was not a slut and it really bugged me that he wanted to be married to one. I mean come Wife dressed as slut a girl Wife dressed as slut up all her life wanting to be committed to one man.

Don't get me wrong I played around in high school and college and may have bordered on being a slut but after the two of us got together in Wife dressed as slut he swept me off my feet and I was his. But he loved to hear the stories of when I did play around and it made his cock extra hard, he always wanted me to call him the names of other men while I fucked him. He liked to tell me how much he enjoyed having other men look at me, how they lusted after me, he liked that they undressed me with their eyes and he liked watching them touch me.

While all of that does a lot for a girl's confidence it was not really what I wanted. But it grew on me and I had girlfriends who began getting divorced and started dating again. I heard their stories about Wife dressed as slut, clubbing and well to be frank the sex, oh my god the sex stories they would tell me.

Sex with this guy and that guy, the sex they had with young guys, old guys and the stories they told me of the guys with big cocks and even one of my bffs had interracial sex. So one night it happened and now I am a hotwife and he has to live with it. I called Preston at work and told him to meet me at one of the bars he liked to take me to in Houston where we lived. This was the kind of upscale fun place he took me when he wanted me to be ogled and flirted with as he watched.

I told him I am horny and in the mood to be a complete slut for you tonight, I don't think he really had an idea of what I wanted.

We have been married for almost 20 years. I'm 5'2" lbs, with 34C body, dishwater blonde hair down to my mid-back and a hot tan. I am in my early 40s but look like I am much younger, I have been told late 20s to early 30s.

I am a well cared for mother of 2 and a stay at home housewife he says trophy wifeto say the least I am that Wife dressed as slut bitch all women want to be, workouts in the morning, tennis during the day, lunch and shopping with my girlfriends, home for my kids in the afternoon, cocktails, dinner and sex for my husband and a wonderful disposition all of the time.

But who could blame me. Tonight was going Wife dressed as slut be my night though, the night he thought he wanted for me. I took a long sensuous bath Wife dressed as slut my legs and other private areas, moisturized my skin, did my hair and applied my make-up, with just a hint of slut to it. I dressed in a short black mini and a creamy white lace halter, and my 4inch black fuck me pumps, oh and under my mini was a tiny string thong, covering my well manicured pussy, a simple necklace and on my left ankle a silver chained anklet, oh and lest I forget my 1ct.

I can talk this way now that I am a hotwife. I took a cab to the bar and sashayed in with my ass swinging, titties bouncing and my high heels clicking on the hard concrete floor. When I got to the bar I placed myself on one of the barstools and waited for a drink.

When the bartender did not turn around I leaned over the bar pressing my titties together in the lacey halter showing lots of cleavage and announced, "What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here," loud enough for the bartender to hear. He smiled as soon as he saw me. He looked at my deep cleavage, my blue eyes and then over at two male patrons at the other end of the bar and shook his head.

Both Wife dressed as slut them raised their eyebrows signifying they were all having the same thought in response to my demand. What does this slut want? Today I was going to be that girl. The form fitting mini skirt I wore revealed my firm backside and long legs. The halter was sexy and low cut but classy. The tops of my breasts were revealed enough to show they were firm and full. There was a small group of men at a table behind me.

All of them had their gaze fixed on my ass and my black leather 4 inch heels. I was well aware of the attention I was receiving from the two men across the bar as well as the group of men seated behind me.

A year ago I would have been too unsure and self-conscious Wife dressed as slut acknowledge the appreciative looks I was getting. Now, after two children and the prompting of my husband I had passed into womanhood and was ready to re-enter the more sexual side of me and let it out to the outside world. Torrey Davis," Wife dressed as slut bartender said, "Preston finally let you out of his sight long enough for you to walk into this joint alone?

How's that sound? I got off the barstool swinging my open legs around for the guys behind me to get a quick peak up my skirt as I got of the barstool; I took one step backward and walked slowly and confidently around the bar, glancing over my shoulder to savor the attention I Wife dressed as slut getting from the men at the table. There were a few other Wife dressed as slut in the bar, mostly men, all of which gave me a good looking-over.

This Wife dressed as slut me wet and filled me with even more confidence. Most were discrete as they drank and ogled my body, but a few were clearly undressing me in their minds. I also noticed there was also an attractive woman with a couple of businessmen in the corner that also clearly appreciated my sexiness. I walked around to where the bartender was standing, took a few steps back from the bar and took a wide stance. The thin material on the skirt stretched tight against my legs which were accented with the heels.

I swayed my hips slowly from side to side, and wiggled my shoulders causing my titties to sway gently; I then slowly reached for the hem of my skirt and showed him my tiny string thong. The group of men seated around me resumed their obvious admiration of me but were more subtle than before and I think a little scared to talk to me. Preston showed up after I had finished less than half my drink. I knew Preston would want to show me off, that's why he liked the way I was dressed.

He wasn't threatened at all by other men; in fact it turned him on knowing that other men desired me. When I got to the bar, I rested on my elbows, with my ankles side by side and an arched back causing my titties to stick out and my backside to become the focal point.

I placed our drink order with the bartender, Wife dressed as slut more than one set of eyes fixed on my ass, I could feel it. When I returned to the table Preston said, "Not wearing any undies again today dear?

I told Preston let's have an appetizer and drinks and see where we go from there. We decided to order several appetizers and dine lightly. The bar began to fill up quickly. The waitress took our food order but I told her I'd get our drinks.

After a short time, I said, "Stay here dear, where you can appreciate the view a little better, I'll go Wife dressed as slut us another round. Most of the crowd parted naturally as I made my way to the bar, but as I stepped closer there was a man engaged in conversation that did not see me approach.

He was well-dressed, tall and athletic. He excused himself and took a step backward as soon as I made my presence felt. This still permitted very little room for me to squeeze past which was just the sort of opportunity I wanted to pique Preston's interest. Feeling Preston's eyes following my every move, I made eye contact with the handsome stranger, licked my painted lips and turned my back to him as I slid by.

I "accidentally" bumped the drink of the man who had been chatting with him, causing a minor commotion with the attention being focused on the guy that had spilled his Wife dressed as slut. With my diversion in full swing, I pressed back against the tall man, making sure my delightful ass pressed firmly into his prominent package. He didn't yield an inch.

It was like pushing against a brick wall with a penis. My efforts to regain my balance only provided additional pressure to his manhood as my ass slid up and down his crotch. Once I regained my balance the diversion began to settle, I spun around on my heel to the stranger, and apologized while pretending to make sure my halter hadn't become loose, which, as planned focused his attention on my cleavage.

Being the gentleman that he was he insisted that I accept his apology for not providing such a lady with enough room to make her way. I'll even bring it to your table. By the time he delivered the drink, I had already explained what happened to Preston, who was eating it up and just laughed. Knowing full well what I was up to, knowing he could only sit back and enjoy my little orchestration of the evening's entertainment.

Preston stood and shook Stephen's hand and invited him to sit with both of us. I sat with my legs crossed, but my mini was definitely riding up and I did little to change that so Stephen had an inviting view of my legs right up to my thighs and it stopped just below my Wife dressed as slut wet string thong. Preston seemed genuinely friendly and not threatened in the least by his presence so he made himself comfortable.

The three of us chatted for a while, a waitress finally made her way Wife dressed as slut the table, and more food and drink was ordered. Large asian wedding venues insisted he pay for everything so I gave him a view of just a little bit more of my thigh and a quick peak up my mini as I recrossed my Wife dressed as slut. As it turned out, Stephen was on a boys-weekend-out with a bunch of his friends.

They were staying at the Marriott Wife dressed as slut the street in a rather large suite so they could party all weekend. He invited Preston and I to join them but he warned us that I would probably be the only woman there. As much as Stephen hated too, he excused himself from the table and the ever-improving view of my legs. It seemed he thought I was unintentionally allowing my mini skirt to ride up exposing more of my legs and my panty shot. He told me later he thought to himself, "the liquor must be affecting my perception, she wouldn't be trying to tease me with her husband sitting right there.

When I got up I could not miss the tent in his pants obviously excited by my little escapades tonight. Little did he know how hot I was between my legs. When I returned from the ladies room, I sat on his lap and gave him a very long wet kiss and grabbed his cock and massaged it through his pants.

He said, "Yep", and we both headed across the street into the lobby of the large Marriott. We followed the directions that Stephen had given us.

We could hear music and muffled sounds from a television outside the suite. I knocked and we entered a room filled with energetic conversation and Wife dressed as slut of stares at me.


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