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01/01/2007
It is New Years Day and I am writing this while everything is still fresh in my mind...and in my body.
One year ago my husband Rich gave me a second aniversary present-slut clothes which he called "the outfit." He then had me wear it to a fancy restaurant,watched as a man felt me up in the lounge, paraded me around in a mini skirt and shear blouse, and let a total stranger fuck me in his car (only the second man I had ever been with).
Even though we had relived that adventure many, many times--always leading to incredible sex--he had not suggested a repeat performance. However, several positive changes did take place, beginning with my wardrobe. My husband, was formerly a posessive, jealous lout, who demanded I wear pants to work. Now he insists that I wear skirts exclusively--above the knees but not too short--and silk blouses with a matching cami underneath. My lingerie switched from K-Mart to Victoria's Secret and I wear nylons and garters exclusively. I also no longer wear panties The men in my office took immediate attention--it's amazing how easy it is to get invited to lunch when you casually cross your legs to let your stocking tops and garters show--and Rich began to tolerate, if not secretely enjoy, other men looking me over.
Our third aniversary was approaching and I was getting pretty excited wondering what he had planned. But that was still two weeks ago so I didn't expect too much from the New Years party which we were invited to (at a large hotel near the airport). Our plans were ruined when the Bears changed their start time to 7:15.
Rich had come home from work on Friday and announced that we were invited over to his boss Phil's house to watch the game on his new Christmas present...some kind of giant screen TV. His immediate supervisor, Nick, was also invited.
So last night, after taking a long bath, I asked Rich, "What would you like me to wear?" A sinister grin came across his face. "The outfit." He had already laid it out on our bed.
As I dressed I noticed a couple of things had changed. The mini skirt--which was very short to begin with--was replaced by one much shorter which had a slit over most of its length and the jacket had had lost its only button. I tried to act like I hadn't noticed. "The slit goes on the back," Rich said helpfully. I knew the tops of my stocking as well as most of my ass were exposed and stole a look in the mirror just to confirm how much was showing. When I moved my legs apart my maidenhood was very obvious from the front as well as the back. "Don't worry Jill, the jacket will cover that," Rich assured me as he helped me slip it on. Evidently he had the jacket shortened too--previously it had covered my ass cheeks, now it barely reached my waist.
The weather was very unseasonably warm and I didn't need a coat. When I sat in the bucket seat my skirt climbed so high that I was completely exposed. The drive took about twenty minutes and Rich went out of his way to pull up next to a couple of truckers so they could see my shaved pussy. He paced our car with them and said he wouldn't speed up unless I flashed them my tits. Both honked their horns in appreciation. When we pulled into the subdivision I almost panicked as we headed straight towards a house which, judging by the large number of cars, had quite the party going on. I breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled in the driveway next door (there were only one car parked in this one.)
I hoped none of the neighbors were looking as we walked to the door. It seemed to take an eternity for someone to answer the door and Rich played with my naked ass the whole time. Phil opened the door and greeted me with a full mouth kiss--I guess my outfit told him I was no lady. A moment later Nick's tongue replaced his. "Welcome to my house," Phil anounded, "Can I take your coats?" Before I could say no Rich had mine off (just like he had done in the restaurant). The black chopper bra held by breasts high and my rock hard nipples betrayed my excitement as both strained against the nearly transparent blouse. "Would you like something to drink?" "Hell yes!" I replied.
Phil led me into the family room, his hand on my naked ass the whole time. There was a beautiful oak bar by the stone fireplace with only a single bar stool. My husband walked behind it to play bartender. Been there, done that I thought as I hooked a heel on the brass railing and leaned forward. My breasts strained against the see through blouse as the skirt climbed all the way up. I let out a whimper as someones tongue ran along my ass crack (My first first of the night). He deftly spread my cheeks with his fingers and concentrated on my anus until I screamed in orgasm. "I'll have what he's having Nick said.
Things began to happen rather quickly after that. I lost the skirt shortly after Phil butt fucked me (a first). His cock wasn't much bigger than Rich's but it still hurt like all hell at first. The blouse came off next and both men started sucking on me (also a first) and playing with my pussy. I stared directly into Rich's eyes as they made me cum.
Nick took me next, doggy style in front of the TV, as we watched the Packers score their first touchdown. "Damn," I said. "Oh, a Bears fan," he taunted as he slammed his cock into me (he was a little bit longer than Rich but a lot thicker.) How would you like to make a little wager?"
"You're on," I replied as he unloaded in me. He walked in front of me and I licked him clean.
Phil took his place in front of me, dangling his cock in front of my mouth, "Can I get a piece of that bet?" "Yes," I panted, "Anything, now give me your cock." Rich finally decided to get into the action and plunged his cock into my slick pussy. (two men...also another first)
When the Packers scored again we upped the anty, "Double or nothing." "Agreed." Nick's cock was in back my mouth when Green Bay scored again,
"Double or nothing?" he asked. I mumbled "Yes" as I made love to his hard cock. Rich said I doubled it every time to Packers scored (three touchdowns and a field goal) so I ended up losing eight
"wagers" to each man. I have no idea what I will have to do to pay those wagers off but I have a pretty good idea.
By the end of the game all three men were fucked out. I lost count of who screwed me where and how many times but I had cum dripping from every hole.
Both Phil and Nick said they hated to chase us out but they had to meet their wives at a New Years Eve party and had to leave. Phil slipped me $250 before I left--sex for cash, a night of firsts--and said I should use it to buy myself something nice for next time. Nick gave me $100.
I asked Rich if he still wanted to go to our party. "Hell yes, I want to show you off," was his quick reply. I slipped the tiny skirt on--this time with the slit in the front and buttoned up the blouse. Rich told me not to wear the jacket.
In the car Rich admitted he he had set the night up because there were rumors of an opening at work and that he hoped I wasn't mad at him for pimping me for a promotion. "I'm always glad to help my man get a raise," I said stroking his crotch.
Rich made some attendant's night when he drove through the manual lane on the tollway. We stayed there until cars behind us began to honk.
We got to the party about ten minutes before midnight. The room was packed and we tried to find our friends. My outfit was the center of attraction as men openly gawked at me. The women looked less favorably at me. Rich left me standing all alone (gee, I wonder why) as he went to fetch a couple of drinks. Immediately, a knot of men began vying for my attention. The band struck up a slow song and I picked one to dance with. His hands were on me in an instant...one on a breast and the other on my shaved pussy. A minute later one of his friends cut in and I was passed from man-to-man for the rest of the song...each feeling me up with abandon. When Rich found me I had my skirt all the way up around my waist and some strangers fingers in me. "They're starting the countdown," he said as he French kissed me. The stranger moved behind me and slipped his cock in as they announced ten. "Happy New Year darling," my husband said as I received another load.
One year ago my husband Rich gave me a second aniversary present-slut clothes which he called "the outfit." He then had me wear it to a fancy restaurant,watched as a man felt me up in the lounge, paraded me around in a mini skirt and shear blouse, and let a total stranger fuck me in his car (only the second man I had ever been with).
Even though we had relived that adventure many, many times--always leading to incredible sex--he had not suggested a repeat performance. However, several positive changes did take place, beginning with my wardrobe. My husband, was formerly a posessive, jealous lout, who demanded I wear pants to work. Now he insists that I wear skirts exclusively--above the knees but not too short--and silk blouses with a matching cami underneath. My lingerie switched from K-Mart to Victoria's Secret and I wear nylons and garters exclusively. I also no longer wear panties The men in my office took immediate attention--it's amazing how easy it is to get invited to lunch when you casually cross your legs to let your stocking tops and garters show--and Rich began to tolerate, if not secretely enjoy, other men looking me over.
Our third aniversary was approaching and I was getting pretty excited wondering what he had planned. But that was still two weeks ago so I didn't expect too much from the New Years party which we were invited to (at a large hotel near the airport). Our plans were ruined when the Bears changed their start time to 7:15.
Rich had come home from work on Friday and announced that we were invited over to his boss Phil's house to watch the game on his new Christmas present...some kind of giant screen TV. His immediate supervisor, Nick, was also invited.
So last night, after taking a long bath, I asked Rich, "What would you like me to wear?" A sinister grin came across his face. "The outfit." He had already laid it out on our bed.
As I dressed I noticed a couple of things had changed. The mini skirt--which was very short to begin with--was replaced by one much shorter which had a slit over most of its length and the jacket had had lost its only button. I tried to act like I hadn't noticed. "The slit goes on the back," Rich said helpfully. I knew the tops of my stocking as well as most of my ass were exposed and stole a look in the mirror just to confirm how much was showing. When I moved my legs apart my maidenhood was very obvious from the front as well as the back. "Don't worry Jill, the jacket will cover that," Rich assured me as he helped me slip it on. Evidently he had the jacket shortened too--previously it had covered my ass cheeks, now it barely reached my waist.
The weather was very unseasonably warm and I didn't need a coat. When I sat in the bucket seat my skirt climbed so high that I was completely exposed. The drive took about twenty minutes and Rich went out of his way to pull up next to a couple of truckers so they could see my shaved pussy. He paced our car with them and said he wouldn't speed up unless I flashed them my tits. Both honked their horns in appreciation. When we pulled into the subdivision I almost panicked as we headed straight towards a house which, judging by the large number of cars, had quite the party going on. I breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled in the driveway next door (there were only one car parked in this one.)
I hoped none of the neighbors were looking as we walked to the door. It seemed to take an eternity for someone to answer the door and Rich played with my naked ass the whole time. Phil opened the door and greeted me with a full mouth kiss--I guess my outfit told him I was no lady. A moment later Nick's tongue replaced his. "Welcome to my house," Phil anounded, "Can I take your coats?" Before I could say no Rich had mine off (just like he had done in the restaurant). The black chopper bra held by breasts high and my rock hard nipples betrayed my excitement as both strained against the nearly transparent blouse. "Would you like something to drink?" "Hell yes!" I replied.
Phil led me into the family room, his hand on my naked ass the whole time. There was a beautiful oak bar by the stone fireplace with only a single bar stool. My husband walked behind it to play bartender. Been there, done that I thought as I hooked a heel on the brass railing and leaned forward. My breasts strained against the see through blouse as the skirt climbed all the way up. I let out a whimper as someones tongue ran along my ass crack (My first first of the night). He deftly spread my cheeks with his fingers and concentrated on my anus until I screamed in orgasm. "I'll have what he's having Nick said.
Things began to happen rather quickly after that. I lost the skirt shortly after Phil butt fucked me (a first). His cock wasn't much bigger than Rich's but it still hurt like all hell at first. The blouse came off next and both men started sucking on me (also a first) and playing with my pussy. I stared directly into Rich's eyes as they made me cum.
Nick took me next, doggy style in front of the TV, as we watched the Packers score their first touchdown. "Damn," I said. "Oh, a Bears fan," he taunted as he slammed his cock into me (he was a little bit longer than Rich but a lot thicker.) How would you like to make a little wager?"
"You're on," I replied as he unloaded in me. He walked in front of me and I licked him clean.
Phil took his place in front of me, dangling his cock in front of my mouth, "Can I get a piece of that bet?" "Yes," I panted, "Anything, now give me your cock." Rich finally decided to get into the action and plunged his cock into my slick pussy. (two men...also another first)
When the Packers scored again we upped the anty, "Double or nothing." "Agreed." Nick's cock was in back my mouth when Green Bay scored again,
"Double or nothing?" he asked. I mumbled "Yes" as I made love to his hard cock. Rich said I doubled it every time to Packers scored (three touchdowns and a field goal) so I ended up losing eight
"wagers" to each man. I have no idea what I will have to do to pay those wagers off but I have a pretty good idea.
By the end of the game all three men were fucked out. I lost count of who screwed me where and how many times but I had cum dripping from every hole.
Both Phil and Nick said they hated to chase us out but they had to meet their wives at a New Years Eve party and had to leave. Phil slipped me $250 before I left--sex for cash, a night of firsts--and said I should use it to buy myself something nice for next time. Nick gave me $100.
I asked Rich if he still wanted to go to our party. "Hell yes, I want to show you off," was his quick reply. I slipped the tiny skirt on--this time with the slit in the front and buttoned up the blouse. Rich told me not to wear the jacket.
In the car Rich admitted he he had set the night up because there were rumors of an opening at work and that he hoped I wasn't mad at him for pimping me for a promotion. "I'm always glad to help my man get a raise," I said stroking his crotch.
Rich made some attendant's night when he drove through the manual lane on the tollway. We stayed there until cars behind us began to honk.
We got to the party about ten minutes before midnight. The room was packed and we tried to find our friends. My outfit was the center of attraction as men openly gawked at me. The women looked less favorably at me. Rich left me standing all alone (gee, I wonder why) as he went to fetch a couple of drinks. Immediately, a knot of men began vying for my attention. The band struck up a slow song and I picked one to dance with. His hands were on me in an instant...one on a breast and the other on my shaved pussy. A minute later one of his friends cut in and I was passed from man-to-man for the rest of the song...each feeling me up with abandon. When Rich found me I had my skirt all the way up around my waist and some strangers fingers in me. "They're starting the countdown," he said as he French kissed me. The stranger moved behind me and slipped his cock in as they announced ten. "Happy New Year darling," my husband said as I received another load.
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Jill
