Cate and I first met at work when she was 18 and I was 21. She and I were coworkers, but for different departments. I worked for one of the professional biomedical research departments and she worked for the department responsible for the care and feeding of the facility's research animals. They mainly fed the animals and cleaned their cages. They were wild and crazy party people.
She told me stories about her having sex at work in the past. One time she was hosing down monkey shit from cages in the Primate Room with a coworker when he suddenly spun her around, threw her against the wall, yanked down her scrubs (she never wore underwear or a bra), and fucked her from behind. She said all the baboons went 'ape-shit' (no pun intended) and started screaming and rattling their cages, and throwing Purina monkey chow at them. It was over before anyone came into the room to see what was going on. But she swears that every time she went into the Primate Room after that, they all got giant boners.
When we started living together, I didn't want any of my research colleagues to know that I was living with one of the animal caretakers, so we kept our relationship a secret at work. That was sometimes hard for me to do because Cate was hot and every straight guy wanted to fuck her. They were always hitting on her at work; even some women -- we worked close to Montrose and some of the female employees there were lesbian.
But it was worth it. Cate was a sex maniac. We had sex three times a day -- when we got up in the morning, when we got home from work in the evening, and when we went to bed at night. Then it started all over again the next morning.
I found out that Cate was an exhibitionist when we were all sitting around in the break room at work. She got up from the table to walk away and her scrub bottoms fell to her feet showing her panty-less white ass. She just stood there for a moment, frozen, then bent over to grab them and pull them up, flashing all of us with her tight brown asshole and her puffy white pussy. Once covered up, she turned around looking really embarrassed before walking off.
Later she told me that she had put her keys in the front pocket of her scrub bottoms to weigh them down and had untied the draw-string on them before she got up so that when she wiggled her ass as she walked away they would fall down. She pretended to be embarrassed and turned around to see who was looking. See, someone who just flashes her ass and pussy in plain sight is a slut, but someone who innocently finds herself caught in an embarrassing sexy accident is, well, hot! She was such a tease. Her game was all about flashing and teasing, while pretending innocence when doing naughty things. That's what made it so thrilling and fulfilling; for both Cate (the exhibitionist) and me (the voyeur).
I loved seeing guys (and gals) look at and lust over my girl when she teased them; the same girl I secretly fucked every day. One of her many teases was to ride in my red convertible GT with the top down on a warm sunny day wearing a short skirt and no panties. One of the games we would play was to pull up and park somewhere near a group of guys. She would open her door, swing her long pearly-white legs out onto the ground, then remember her purse was in the backseat behind me, and innocently lean waaay back and fumble around for it while looking in the back floorboard.
This would pull her skirt up her legs to expose her white pussy lips and a little of her golden-blonde 'landing strip' just above that. She'd stay that way until the guys noticed, which wasn't long at all because they were usually already looking at the sportscar. Then after giving them a good view for several seconds, she would look at them, pretend embarrassment, quickly pull her legs in and close the door, and we would drive away, looking for another spot to park, rinse, and repeat.
She would get so turned on doing this that she got the leather seat soaking wet. She called those 'slug-marks'! One time she confided to me that she sometimes did this by herself, and how much more it turned her on to stay and talk to and flirt with the guys after she did it. She told me about one incident where the guys followed her into the store and she pretended not to realize it as she 'accidently' flashed them while reaching up or bending over for something. I often wondered if it ever led to more than she told me about. I often fantasized that it did.
Once we married, most everybody knew that we were a couple, as more than half of our wedding guests were coworkers. Cate continued to be a tease at work, a little, but not near as much as when people didn't know we were a couple (see the story "Hacker Parties"). And the type of teasing and exhibiting changed with her change from single to married status. One of the first things we did as a married couple was with a coworker, Dr Dave. I heard that he received a large grant and was looking for a Senior Research Associate to manage the study protocol. This would mean a big promotion and a raise for me if I could secure that role.
Dr Dave was a young MD in his mid-30s. He moved to Houston from NY that same year, so he didn't have many acquaintances in the area. He was a single guy with no close family, who lived alone in an adult-only condo in the Medical Center. So he decided to have a party to celebrate his grant award, and get to know his existing acquaintances better. As a member of the Clinical Research Team, I had worked with Dr Dave on another research protocol earlier in the spring and we got along pretty well. He knew that I had just gotten married, so he invited me and my new teenage wife to his party.
I told Cate about the handsome, single, Dr Dave, who was alone in the city and needed some special attention. I also told her about his new grant that would allow him to hire a Senior Research Associate which would pay significantly more than I was making at the time, and how she might help me get that position, and have some fun doing it. I told her that all she had to do was flirt with him a little, make him think she had the hots for him, and eventually tell him how much I needed that job, and how grateful she would be to him if I did. Something like, how she would do anything to help me get that position. She was fully onboard.
We attended Dr Dave's party, which he held in his Condo's party-room on the ground floor by the pool. He rented a margarita machine, and a DJ, both of which were just outside the party-room by the pool. Cate wore a black mesh bikini. The top weave was large enough that each of her small nipples completely stuck out through an opening. The weave was so loose that you could clearly see her white boobs and brown areolas. The thong bottom had a tighter weave but was transparent when wet. She wore a thin white muscle shirt over her bikini top to cover her boobs. It was her favorite kind; sleeveless, with lowcut armholes, that showed a lot of side-boob. And though it covered the front of her boobs when dry, it was transparent when wet. It only came down to the top of the thong over her bare butt cheeks in the back and didn't cover her pussy in the front. She looked amazing.
We were one of the first to arrive and I introduced Dr Dave to Cate. His eyes just about popped out when he saw her, and he made jokes about how a nerd like me could catch someone like her. Cate looked at me and the two of them laughed and talked, and Cate soon asked where the margarita machine was. Dr Dave took her by the arm and walked her outside by the pool to start getting her drunk.
I later found them in the jacuzzi with a couple of people I didn't know, laughing loudly and cutting up. Everyone had a margarita cup in their hand. Dr Dave was across from Cate and I watched as he stared at her gorgeously visible titties through her wet see-through shirt and suit. He was playing footsie with her; stretching his leg over to between her legs and rubbing his toe on her swimsuit over her pussy. He even tried to wiggle a toe into her bikini bottoms. Cate did a great job of keeping eye-contact with him and giggling to make Dr Dave feel welcome to what he was doing. Teasing was what she did best.
Kate must have talked to him about the study, because Dr Dave found me later and told me about his new grant study and asked if I would be interested in managing the study protocol. I acted surprised, told him I was interested, and we talked about the details for a few minutes, before he said, "Well, I think we can work something out." I wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but I was sure to ask Cate the first chance I had.
In the car on the trip home, she told me that she did what I had asked: She told him how good I would be in that role and that she would do anything within her power to help him make that decision. And that the Jacuzzi fun was a preview of what she was willing to do to get me the job. I looked at her and she gave me that famous grin again. I could have fucked her right there in the car on the way home.
The following week, Cate got a delivery from Dr Dave. It was carefully wrapped and came with a card that read, 'Looking forward to our next adventure.' When she unwrapped it, we found sheer black knee-high stockings, crotchless black panties, and a black garter and straps to hold up the stockings. She couldn't wait to try them on and boy did she look hot. I had never seen crotchless panties and the black stockings and garter contrasted well with her milky white skin. I couldn't keep myself away from her, but she wouldn't let me play with her while she wore them.
"We have to save them for Dr Dave," she said.
Dr Dave never asked me if we received the package. But later that week he did ask if Cate and I could come to his condo to talk details about the new study over a casual dinner there. I was happy to oblige him. The date was set. Cate wore a miniskirt with Dr Dave's gift underneath. And, of course, never a bra. She looked awesome with the black stockings and the short dress that hid the garter and straps while standing, but openly displayed them for all to see when she bent over or sat down. When we arrived and Dr Dave opened the door and saw Cate, he took in a deep breath and hugged her gently, and said how good it was to see her again, as he kissed her on the cheek. He and I shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, and entered his condo.
He took us straight to the dining room which was already prepared for us. We ate while we talked a little bit about the details of the new roles for his grant study, and how he saw me fitting in, *if* I qualified (and I had a pretty good idea what he meant by that). But Dr Dave barely looked at me. His eyes were glued to Cate's tits, sticking out from under her top, and he made much small-talk with her as we talked about the study. Eventually he asked if she received his package.
She looked at me and nervously said to him, "Uhm, I'm wearing it." To which Dr Dave's face lighted up as he smiled.
As soon as we had finished eating, he moved us to his den and motioned where we should sit down. He sat Cate in a chair directly across from him and me to his left, as he sat on the couch. As soon as Cate sat down and crossed her legs we could see the tops of her stockings and the black garter straps running down her silky smooth legs below her dress. Dr Dave's eyes got wide and a big smile came on his face again.
"So, you liked the gift?" he asked.
Cate said that she liked it, and how thoughtful it was of him.
He replied that he was only thinking of himself when he bought it.
Cate smiled a little and I suggested that she show it to him.
She appeared hesitant as she uncrossed her legs to give Dr Dave a good view of her pussy through the crotchless panties. He smiled even bigger than before and I could see his dick getting hard under his sweatpants. Then he began talking more about the study, with his gaze fixed between her legs. Even though Cate was playing the shy innocent girl act, I knew she was enjoying it. She loves to be looked at by other men.
