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Dressing Like a Slut For My Man

Oct 10, 1999

By nitram06824

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To: All My Net Friends
From: SeeShow Subj: Sometimes it's tough for an older man to keep up with a younger woman. Here's some e-mail received from a woman who's husband was smart enough to find a solution to that problem. I call this "DRESSING LIKE A SLUT FOR MY MAN"

Jim, my husband has the same name as you but I call him James. I'm twenty-two years old and a little more than one-half my husband's age. James swept me off my feet when I was only eighteen years old. I went for his mature looks and smooth lines. Our courtship was filled with romance and sex. They say that women reach their sexual peak at age 25. Holy shit! I'm already as hot as a firecracker on the 4th of July. What will I be like in three more years.

But recently, I was a little concerned about James. When we first got married (three years ago) his sexual drive matched mine, but here a while back he seemed to lose some interest. In order to get him more sexually aroused I started wearing very sexy clothes around the house. It worked so well that today, I dress like a slut all the time. Let me tell you how I progressed to this stage of sexy dressing.

Although I occasional enjoyed showing off my 36D-25-36 figure, with mini- skirts, and skimpy blouses, I have now gone to the extreme to keep James's sexual interest stirred. My skirts are now micro-mini length and my blouses are either see-through or very low cut to expose the maximum amount of cleavage that I can. It has really worked as my man is now just about always sporting a big boner when he looks at me. The really funny thing is that James doesn't get the least bit jealous of me wearing my sexy outfits when he's not around. He tells me how proud he is to have me show off to other men. As a matter of fact he is the one that encouraged me to go without panties and bra.

Just a couple of weeks ago I was at the office when he called from home. He told me he was getting horny thinking of the sexy black mini-dress outfit that I wore to work that morning. Then he promised to be even hornier when I got home, if he could imagine me without my black panties on. I told him that he'd have to imagine it because there was no way I could remove my panties without allowing the men in the office a glimpse of my slit. My dress was a full 6" above my knees and I had no modesty shield on my desk. James insisted that if I wanted a good fuck that night I should go the ladies room, remove my panties and place them in my purse.

The thought of James's stiff prick and the wicked possibility of being seen by some of the men was all the catalyst I needed to immediately put James's suggestion into action. I spent a good deal of the day standing and I don't think anybody really got to see up my dress to my uncovered pussy. Never the less, just thinking about the fact that I didn't have my panties on made me feel sexy. The possibility that someone might want to look up there made me feel really wicked.

On the sub-way home I tried to make sure my legs were crossed so that no one could see my pussy. But several times I could have sworn that some guy was peeking up my legs, but I couldn't be sure.

When I got home I was dripping pussy juice down my legs, and James and I attacked each other as I walked in the door. We fucked the night away all the while discussing my new found freedom and more ways for me to go without underwear, as well as how little clothing I could get away with not wearing. We decided that I would wear as little clothing as possible, at home, at work, out shopping in the malls, at the beach, out dining or at parties. In other words, we agreed I would dress as sexy as possible ALL of the time.

At home I was to wear a see-through negligee top, high heels and nothing else. If a man came to visit or a salesman I agreed I would answer the door, lounge around in my sexy nightwear, and not put on some false act of modesty. After all it was our house and no one could arrest me for indecent exposure. I have already described my dress for work; extremely short skirts or dresses, very low cut sweaters or dresses, translucent blouses, high heels, nylons with elastic tops (never pantyhose) and of course never panties or bras. I was to wear the same type clothes when I went out to the mall or some day time activity away from home. At night time, for dinning out or theater, I agreed to wear only the sexiest of "Frederick's of Hollywood" type dresses, the kind were half my breasts were exposed or slits all the way to my pussy, or very exposed side cut out panels, etc., ultra high heels, exposed garter belts, silky colored nylons, a lot of eye shadow, heavy red lipstick, fake long eyelashes and fake long red nails and other heavy make up to make me look as much like a street whore as possible.

In short I would dress as a slut at all times and to my surprise James wanted me to act the part as well. He told me to encourage guys to look and feel me too. He didn't care what slutty things I did as long as I told him all the juicy details about it.

The very next day was the first cool day of Fall and I selected a low-cut blouse, and a matching mini-skirt. I placed on my recent birthday present of garter belt, silky nylon stockings and extra high heels. I took extra time in doing my nails, makeup and hair prior to calling a cab. The cool early Fall air hit my breasts as I walked out to the cab, making my nipples erect and very taunt against the flimsy silk blouse. The cabby couldn't keep his eyes off my tits as I walked toward him and entered into his cab. As James would have wanted I didn't act put-off by his stares at my tits. Instead I smiled at him as I slid into the seat, acknowledging that I was aware of his leering but that I enjoyed it. I even managed to lick my lips in a very sexy manner for him.

When I got to work I couldn't wait to call James and tell him about the cabby and other men who took long meaningful stares at my breasts or tried to sneak peeks up my skirt. When I told him how much I enjoyed playing back to these men with stares and smiles of my own, he told me he had taken out his cock and was playing with it in his office, hoping no one would walk in on him right then. I was so hot when I hung up that I had to go to the Lady's room and masturbate. Something I had never done before! I was truly beginning to enjoy my newly found sexual freedom and the fact that my encouragement of other men's sexual solicitation was so exciting to my husband. This was truly like having your cake and eating it too.

All this first occurred about nine months ago, and now I own very few pairs of panties, and all of those are of the crotchless, or see through types. My bras now are either the type that push up my tits to their fullest cleavage or have the nipples cut out all together. As we discussed that night, I wear my mini's and split skirts for all occasions and I own a large collection of silk and lacy blouses and low cut sweaters to titillate the men. Truthfully, I have often had my ass pinched on the sub-way. the really nice benefit is that I never have to worry anymore about getting a seat since some horny guy will always take the chance that he'll get to see down my blouse or sweater at my uncovered nipples as he stands over me, and usually he's correct. When I see them looking down my blouse I just smile and try to bend over to give them an even better view.

The really neat thing is that James loves me to talk about the looks I get, and the guys that `accidentally' touch me, and I love the attention he pays me, and of course the attention I get from the appreciative males. I noticed that a couple of guys in the office, my boss included, were getting fairly adept at squeezing past me in the narrow aisle in the copy room and coping a good long feel in the process. It occurred to me that what happens if one of these guys is not satisfied with a good long feel and wants more? What if I want more from some good-looking stud?

I confessed my thoughts to James one night while we were making love. To my surprise he continued fucking me without a beat and told me that provided I never turned him down, that he wouldn't mind sharing me, especially if I would tell him all the juicy details of any sex I had with someone else.

So that was it then, James was not only turned on by my sexy dress, but was juiced up at the thought of me having sex with another man. Funny thing is I know I couldn't share him, but here he was telling me he was willing to share me, as long as I never refused him. God, I just loved him for it and knew we had a special relationship. Before our night of love making was over James told me that if I really wanted to have sex with someone at the office it ought to be my boss. First, he was married and therefore it wouldn't lead to anything romantic. Second, since he was my boss he could grant me faster raises and promotions if I pleased him sexually; even if he wasn't he'd be afraid I might blackmail him with his wife. And lastly, and most important to me, I found him to be very good looking.

It didn't take long for my desires to make it with my boss to be tested. As a matter of fact the very next day, I was in the copy room when something jammed inside the machine. I had to bend over to see what the problem was and remove the jammed paper. I was so busy, I didn't notice my boss entering the room. I backed away from the machine, without straightening up, just as Frank, my boss, decided to pat my ass in the skin tight spandex pants I was wearing. I backed right into his hand, and his fingers came to rest on my cunt lips, spread from the material of my slacks. I let out a little yelp, more from the surprise of finding someone in the room than the pleasure of his touch.

He excused himself, admitting that he was going to pat my ass, but not realizing that my backing up was going to allow him full access to my `private parts' as he put it. I told him that it was alright. Then as I quickly remembered my talk with James last night, I added that is was really more than alright and even if he really didn't mean as much by it as happened that I really enjoyed it. He looked a little surprised and pleased as I said this to him. Then, I told him that I'd have to bend over once more to get my copies out of the machine and to let me know this time if he intended to feel me up so it didn't come as a surprise to me, and so I didn't let out a yell that someone else could hear. He gave me a sexy wink and said, "You did feel real good by accident; I wonder how it might feel by design."

With that I bent over placing my ass firmly against his hand, knowing what was going to come next. I wasn't disappointed as his finger slid onto my cunt- lips. It felt really good and my body visibly shuttered right from my stomach to my pussy. He knew I wouldn't object and he gently pushed his finger further between my cunt-lips giving my ass-cheeks a squeeze with the rest of his fingers. God it felt good! Then, before I could really get the full sex thrill out of his fingers all over my pants clad ass and pussy he indicated that this was too public a place and asked me to come to his office in a little while.

Fortunately for me I had a change of clothes in my desk drawer. I wanted to be even sleazier than in my spandex pants and I didn't want his fingers to be impeded by any clothing, if in fact that was what he had in mind. I took my copies to my desk, got my skimpy black leather mini-dress and nylons from my desk and whisked off to the Lady's room foe a quick change. I wasn't sure if he had changed his mind about making further advances on me, but I was encouraged when I entered his office and he asked me to close the door behind me. Still I was concerned that he might have had a change of heart and was about to lecture me about the office not being the proper place to look and act so sexy.

As he sat in his chair he complimented me on my quick change of cloths and told me I looked even sexier than before. I was beginning to feel a sigh of relive that he wouldn't admonish me for my forward behavior with him, when he dropped the pen that he had been holding.

"Please pick that up, would you Linda?" I knew then what was on his mind and my heart skipped a beat knowing he wanted to play some more `grab-ass' with me. I turned my back to him as I bent over at the waist to pick up his carefully dropped pen. From the shortness of my skirt and the position he was sitting I knew he could see all the way up dress to my exposed ass and already dampening pussy. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait any longer because he placed his hot hand on my ass. I eased my legs a little further apart to allow him better access to my pussy. He responded by using three fingers to fondle my throbbing pussy lips. Like a wanton slut, I leaned back into his hand and he reached around to grab my left tit with his left hand, squeezing it almost as much as he was squeezing my cunt. I straightened up and leaned back into him, letting him take advantage of my body and loving every second of it.

It didn't take him long to get his hand under my blouse and onto my bare chest, and he moved his hand around in front while fingering my clit with his other hand. I orgasmed right then, squeezing my thighs around his wrist and clasping his hand to my tit. With my back still toward his front, I reached back and felt his big cock trough his pants as he nuzzled his face against my neck. I turned my face toward him so that he could stick his tongue into my open and waiting mouth as I unzipped him and released his cock meat from it's confinement. It felt good to take the initiative by grabbing his cock in my hand. Up until now I had allowed him to make all the moves, but it was now my turn to be brazen. My husband would have been proud of me, I thought, and it was a shame he wasn't here to enjoy seeing his wife act as slutty as I was dressed these days.

I leaned forward again, resting my elbows on his desk and pulled my skirt up for easy access to my juicing gash. He immediately got the hint and spread my cheeks so that he could give it to me doggy style. For a second, I didn't know if he was going to stick it in my ass or pussy, then I felt his cock enter my wet cunt with a quick and smooth motion. It was heaven! The first new cock in my pussy for years, but I knew it would be one of many to come if I was going to keep my crazy husband happy.

At the time, I thought that it was almost too bad he didn't shove it to the hilt up my ass, that's how horny I felt. Oh well, we can save it for later. Right then I was just enjoying his cock moving in and out of my sopping cunt to think about much of anything else except how good it felt and how much my James would get off on all this when I told him about it that night. Frank got me off twice before he emptied his balls into me, burning me with the heat of his jism and setting off still another orgasm for me. As I held him to me, his cock softened inside me and he gently kissed my neck and ears before pulling it out of me.

Just then Frank's secretary buzzed on the intercom and announced she had some papers for Frank to sign. Thank God she waited until we were finished copulating before buzzing. Frank had me leave by the side entrance to his office that led to an empty office next door and then the hallway. Since Mary, his secretary, was not there when I came in, we knew no one would be the wiser.

I slipped down the hall, got my other cloths from my desk then went onto the Ladies room, stripped and douched myself, savoring the remains of his cum in my pussy before rinsing. When I returned to my desk I couldn't wait any longer before calling James and `confessing' what a slut I had been with my boss. He was genuinely thrilled by it all and told me he couldn't wait to get me at home so I could go over every detail of it with him. Before hanging up he told me what a wanton cunt I was and that next time he was sure I'd allow Frank to fuck me in the mouth and up the ass.

James was right, of course. I allow my boss to take what ever liberties he wants with me whenever he wants. Since then I have been promoted and given a very generous raise. Maybe it had something to do with my slutty behavior. What do you think?

Incidentally James threw me one hell of a promotion party. In my next e-mail message to you, let me tell you all about what I wore and what happened at this `males only' party for me.

[NOTE from SeeShow: unfortunately "Slutty Lady" never sent me her e-mail about the Males Only Party. I've since lost contact with her, so if your out there "Slutty Lady" please e-mail me what happened to you at the party!]


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