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04/12/2006
As I sat on the bar stool waiting for my husband to show up I felt as if every eye in the cocktail lounge was upon me as I wore my present.
It was our second aniversary and my husband had surprised me that morning with two dozen red roses and a large wrapped box. Without waiting to brush my teeth I tore the wrapping paper off. Inside was what my husband referred to as "the outfit."
I didn't know what exactly to say as I held up the sheerest blouse I had ever seen in my life. "Don't worry. I bought you a bra to wear under it," he assured me. The bra turned out to be a tiny lace chopper bra which which had a matching garter belt but no panties.
Next I removed a spandex mini skirt so short that I thought it was a sweat band. I nervously looked in the box for the rest of my present and found a pair of FMs with 4" heels and a package of backseamed stockings. At the bottom of the box was a silk jacket...everything was black.
"Where did he shop at, Sluts-R-us?" I thought as I tried on the jacket. It had only one button and was barely long enough to cover my ass cheeks.
So how did I end up in the lounge of a very expensive restaurant, dressed like a two bit hooker, surrounded by women in designer dresses and men in custom tailored suits? Simple. My husband held up two small, jewelry sized boxes and said, "If you wear the outfit tonight you earn the boxes."
Even though it was Saturday Rich had to work but had arranged for one of his co-workers to give him a ride in so we could drive home in one car. Just before he left work he called and instructed me to meet him in the cocktail lounge at six sharp.
It was now 6:30 and he wasn't answering his cell phone. So there I sat, in a crowded bar, looking at my watch, and nursing my second vodka gimlet when a good looking man tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me. Is this seat taken?" I was going to tell him that I was saving it for my husband but (because I was pissed at him for being so late)instead turned around and said, "No, please sit down."
"Hi, my name is Brian," he said shaking my hand.
"Hi, I'm Jill." He gestured for the bartender to refill my drink and ordered a martini for himself. We continued talking until the drinks arrived. That's when I noticed how far my short skirt had creeped up when I turned around. I blushed in embarassment when I realized he was looking down at my white flesh showing above the stocking tops. When I tried to pull it down he placed his hands on my legs--barely below the skirt's hem--and said,"Please don't. You have magnificient legs."
"Thank you I stammered. But I really am waiting for my husband" Instead of moving his hands away, however, he began to play with the garters and said, "He's a very lucky man."
"He's also very jealous." "Then you had better watch for him," he replied as he slipped his fingers under the skirt. I panicked and tried to turn away from him but he anticipated my move and slid his legs between mine. He turned away from the bar, spreading my legs wide and causing my skirt to bunch around my waist. My shaved pussy was now on full display in a crowded bar.
"I'm serious," I protested, "My husband will be here any..." I didn't complete the sentence because he was now brushing my pussy lips. "He leaned forward to kiss me...I opened my mouth and sucked in his tongue. "You shouldn't have done that," I said before he kissed me again. I felt like a dog in heat...I was losing all control as he played with my clit. "Unbutton your jacket," he commanded. I complied allowing him, and the group of men who were watching, to view my breasts. The sheer blouse hid nothing and the chopper bra really accented my rock hard nippes. "Magnificient. Now take it off," he ordered.
I could not say no. I had it off my shoulders when I noticed in horror that my husband making his way through the crowd. "Please, I begged. That's my husband."
He slowly removed his fingers from my pussy, then licked them as I struggled to compose myself. A couple of seconds later Rich walked up to me and planed a huge kiss on me. "I'm sorry. I smeared your lipstick." he said. "Is he blind I thought as I struggled to pull my skirt down.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I hope you weren't bored." "No," I stammered. "Rich, I would like you to meet Brian. He kept me company." "Nice to meet you. How about I buy your new friend dinner for keeping my wife safe from lounge lizards?" I prayed that he would say no. "Sure, I would love to."
I excused myself to go to the ladies room while Rich got us a table. When I came out--with my makeup restored and my private parts as covered as the outfit would allow--the hostess directed me to our booth. It was set against the back wall and as well lit as an airport runway. It also was set up for me to sit between the two men facing everyone else in the restaurant.
Rich galantly slid out of the booth, stepped behind me and said, "It's warm in here so you won't need that." He grabbed the back of jacket and pulled hard...the single button offered little resistance as he practically tore my jacket off.
"I'll be right back," my husband said as he walked away (I later found out that he locked it in my car's trunk). Brian looked like he was going to drool as my breasts were fully exposed to everyone. I quickly slid in the booth and buttoned my blouse all the way up in an futile attempt to hide my nakedness. His hand reclaimed my pussy.
Brian waited until Rich was almost to the table before removing his hand then offered a toast from the bottle of wine which he had ordered. "Happy aniversary to the happy couple--he stared at my breasts as he said it. As we clinked glasses Rich grabbed the napkin which I had draped over my lap...there was nowhere to hide.
I will admit that wearing a see through blouse gets you better service. It seemed like every waiter and busboy hovered over our table. I blushed as red as the wine as they stared at my breasts.
Almost as if on cue Brian excused himself to go to the men's room. Rich wasted no time in slipping his hand behing me and pulling my skirt up so my naked ass was sitting on the cushion. Okay, just what the hell is going on here I thought. Rich usually goes nuts when a guy even looks at me and now he is pactically stripping me n public.
He leaned over, unbuttoned my blouse, fondled one of my nipples, and said "Truth or dare." "What?"
"Truth or dare. What were you and your new friend doing when I walked in." "Uh-oh. I thought. This is is...he's going to start a fight. I'll take dare." "The dare is to walk to the bar and ask every man in it if they have found your cell phone." "Please, anything else I begged. "Okay, then stand up and take your blouse and skirt off." "Fine, I'll do it."
I passed Brian as I walked across the crowded restaurant...everyone was staring at me. It must have taken me fifteen minutes to work my way through the crowd--the women were staring daggers at me and calling me a slut. It was easy to spot the married men...they pretended not to look and agreed with their wives that I was a whore while the single guys didn't hesitate to openly molest me. I can't begin to count how many hands went up my skirt and more than a few invited me into the men's room for a quick fuck.
When I returned to the table the men were carrying on like they were old friends. "I ordered a filet mignon for you," my husband said. "Oh, and by the way, Brian told me how you came on to him and let everyone in the bar watch as he played with your bald pussy. Did you come?" I turned bright red. "No, I said sheepishly." "Good than I have the second part of your dare." "What! I protested. You didn't say there was a second part." "Second aniversary-second dare", was his response. "I propose a contest to see who can make you come first...and the winner gets to fuck you first.
"No, anything else," I pleaded. "Okay, then get on your knees under the table and suck us both off."
What the hell. I don't know why but I pulled my skirt down and kicked it off. "I don't fucking believe I am doing this. I spead my legs as wide as they would go and said "gentlemen start your fingers." My pussy was so wet that it only took about minute for me to come. Rich declared the contest a tie.
And that's how I ended up breaking my marriage vow to forsake all others in the backseat of a total strangers car while my husband watched. Rich admitted that he had been hiding behind some people and watching me in the bar for over fifteen minutes before he "arrived." We haven't done anything like that again but our third aniversary is in six weeks and I can't wait to see what he has planned...but he had better pick another restaurant because we were told never to return.
It was our second aniversary and my husband had surprised me that morning with two dozen red roses and a large wrapped box. Without waiting to brush my teeth I tore the wrapping paper off. Inside was what my husband referred to as "the outfit."
I didn't know what exactly to say as I held up the sheerest blouse I had ever seen in my life. "Don't worry. I bought you a bra to wear under it," he assured me. The bra turned out to be a tiny lace chopper bra which which had a matching garter belt but no panties.
Next I removed a spandex mini skirt so short that I thought it was a sweat band. I nervously looked in the box for the rest of my present and found a pair of FMs with 4" heels and a package of backseamed stockings. At the bottom of the box was a silk jacket...everything was black.
"Where did he shop at, Sluts-R-us?" I thought as I tried on the jacket. It had only one button and was barely long enough to cover my ass cheeks.
So how did I end up in the lounge of a very expensive restaurant, dressed like a two bit hooker, surrounded by women in designer dresses and men in custom tailored suits? Simple. My husband held up two small, jewelry sized boxes and said, "If you wear the outfit tonight you earn the boxes."
Even though it was Saturday Rich had to work but had arranged for one of his co-workers to give him a ride in so we could drive home in one car. Just before he left work he called and instructed me to meet him in the cocktail lounge at six sharp.
It was now 6:30 and he wasn't answering his cell phone. So there I sat, in a crowded bar, looking at my watch, and nursing my second vodka gimlet when a good looking man tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me. Is this seat taken?" I was going to tell him that I was saving it for my husband but (because I was pissed at him for being so late)instead turned around and said, "No, please sit down."
"Hi, my name is Brian," he said shaking my hand.
"Hi, I'm Jill." He gestured for the bartender to refill my drink and ordered a martini for himself. We continued talking until the drinks arrived. That's when I noticed how far my short skirt had creeped up when I turned around. I blushed in embarassment when I realized he was looking down at my white flesh showing above the stocking tops. When I tried to pull it down he placed his hands on my legs--barely below the skirt's hem--and said,"Please don't. You have magnificient legs."
"Thank you I stammered. But I really am waiting for my husband" Instead of moving his hands away, however, he began to play with the garters and said, "He's a very lucky man."
"He's also very jealous." "Then you had better watch for him," he replied as he slipped his fingers under the skirt. I panicked and tried to turn away from him but he anticipated my move and slid his legs between mine. He turned away from the bar, spreading my legs wide and causing my skirt to bunch around my waist. My shaved pussy was now on full display in a crowded bar.
"I'm serious," I protested, "My husband will be here any..." I didn't complete the sentence because he was now brushing my pussy lips. "He leaned forward to kiss me...I opened my mouth and sucked in his tongue. "You shouldn't have done that," I said before he kissed me again. I felt like a dog in heat...I was losing all control as he played with my clit. "Unbutton your jacket," he commanded. I complied allowing him, and the group of men who were watching, to view my breasts. The sheer blouse hid nothing and the chopper bra really accented my rock hard nippes. "Magnificient. Now take it off," he ordered.
I could not say no. I had it off my shoulders when I noticed in horror that my husband making his way through the crowd. "Please, I begged. That's my husband."
He slowly removed his fingers from my pussy, then licked them as I struggled to compose myself. A couple of seconds later Rich walked up to me and planed a huge kiss on me. "I'm sorry. I smeared your lipstick." he said. "Is he blind I thought as I struggled to pull my skirt down.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I hope you weren't bored." "No," I stammered. "Rich, I would like you to meet Brian. He kept me company." "Nice to meet you. How about I buy your new friend dinner for keeping my wife safe from lounge lizards?" I prayed that he would say no. "Sure, I would love to."
I excused myself to go to the ladies room while Rich got us a table. When I came out--with my makeup restored and my private parts as covered as the outfit would allow--the hostess directed me to our booth. It was set against the back wall and as well lit as an airport runway. It also was set up for me to sit between the two men facing everyone else in the restaurant.
Rich galantly slid out of the booth, stepped behind me and said, "It's warm in here so you won't need that." He grabbed the back of jacket and pulled hard...the single button offered little resistance as he practically tore my jacket off.
"I'll be right back," my husband said as he walked away (I later found out that he locked it in my car's trunk). Brian looked like he was going to drool as my breasts were fully exposed to everyone. I quickly slid in the booth and buttoned my blouse all the way up in an futile attempt to hide my nakedness. His hand reclaimed my pussy.
Brian waited until Rich was almost to the table before removing his hand then offered a toast from the bottle of wine which he had ordered. "Happy aniversary to the happy couple--he stared at my breasts as he said it. As we clinked glasses Rich grabbed the napkin which I had draped over my lap...there was nowhere to hide.
I will admit that wearing a see through blouse gets you better service. It seemed like every waiter and busboy hovered over our table. I blushed as red as the wine as they stared at my breasts.
Almost as if on cue Brian excused himself to go to the men's room. Rich wasted no time in slipping his hand behing me and pulling my skirt up so my naked ass was sitting on the cushion. Okay, just what the hell is going on here I thought. Rich usually goes nuts when a guy even looks at me and now he is pactically stripping me n public.
He leaned over, unbuttoned my blouse, fondled one of my nipples, and said "Truth or dare." "What?"
"Truth or dare. What were you and your new friend doing when I walked in." "Uh-oh. I thought. This is is...he's going to start a fight. I'll take dare." "The dare is to walk to the bar and ask every man in it if they have found your cell phone." "Please, anything else I begged. "Okay, then stand up and take your blouse and skirt off." "Fine, I'll do it."
I passed Brian as I walked across the crowded restaurant...everyone was staring at me. It must have taken me fifteen minutes to work my way through the crowd--the women were staring daggers at me and calling me a slut. It was easy to spot the married men...they pretended not to look and agreed with their wives that I was a whore while the single guys didn't hesitate to openly molest me. I can't begin to count how many hands went up my skirt and more than a few invited me into the men's room for a quick fuck.
When I returned to the table the men were carrying on like they were old friends. "I ordered a filet mignon for you," my husband said. "Oh, and by the way, Brian told me how you came on to him and let everyone in the bar watch as he played with your bald pussy. Did you come?" I turned bright red. "No, I said sheepishly." "Good than I have the second part of your dare." "What! I protested. You didn't say there was a second part." "Second aniversary-second dare", was his response. "I propose a contest to see who can make you come first...and the winner gets to fuck you first.
"No, anything else," I pleaded. "Okay, then get on your knees under the table and suck us both off."
What the hell. I don't know why but I pulled my skirt down and kicked it off. "I don't fucking believe I am doing this. I spead my legs as wide as they would go and said "gentlemen start your fingers." My pussy was so wet that it only took about minute for me to come. Rich declared the contest a tie.
And that's how I ended up breaking my marriage vow to forsake all others in the backseat of a total strangers car while my husband watched. Rich admitted that he had been hiding behind some people and watching me in the bar for over fifteen minutes before he "arrived." We haven't done anything like that again but our third aniversary is in six weeks and I can't wait to see what he has planned...but he had better pick another restaurant because we were told never to return.
Poster:
Jill
