Our sex life was excellent, and after ten years of marriage, I was quite proud of that fact.
We would spice things up in the bedroom with lingerie, role-play and the occasional sex toy.
I was still in good shape and maintained my body with gym workouts four times a week. My wife was blessed with a magnificent body and worked very hard to maintain it. Standing five feet four inches tall, which would increase to five nine when she wore her fuck me shoes, she had the figure you could only describe as head turning. She was the very proud possessor of a forty inch bust which filled a double D cup. Her breasts were spectacular and defied gravity. Whether she wanted it or not those breasts brought a multitude of male attention, to high is probably how things turned out as they did. The rest of her body was equally spectacular. Her waist was narrow and trim measuring a breathtaking twenty-three inches with her hips pushing the tape at thirty-six inches, she was a living breathing Jessica Rabbit, except for her blonde bobbed hair.
As I stated her body made her the attention of every living male in her vicinity, and with her having a very flirtatious personality, the attention would sometimes get rather heavy. I never had to intervene as she had a way of disarming the most amorous of advances, but there were times I wished she would do the disarming a bit quicker. She would often tease guys with her outrageous figure draped in the sexiest tightest articles, all worn with the intention of attracting attention.
Not all of her flirtatious activities have happened in my presence.
She has often regaled tales of her girls nights out where some guy or guys have been very forward with their suggestions, hitting on her, trying to feel her up and trying to persuade her to go on a date with them. This became so regular that it now seems the norm. She would however be extra randy on those occasions and would be more receptive in bed. Sometimes she would role-play that I was one of the guys who had tried to seduce her, and she succumbed to his wicked ways. I particularly enjoyed these encounters as it felt as though I was fucking some bombs slut and not my loving wife. We both got a lot from these fantasy role-plays and she would act more of a slut during these encounters than normal.
I'd noticed that her clothing choice of dress had become more and more provocative as each week passed. Garter belts and stockings are the norm with my wife, but recently she has begun to wear PVC or Latex garter belts and wearing them beneath very tight leather mini skirts.
One week she went out wearing a brand new pair of thigh length boots which I have not seen since, with a black PVC Corset and fishnet stockings. She came home especially frisky that night.
Corsets and basques have become part of her dress code and not just as items of lingerie.
Her breasts are huge and firm, but she favours wearing bra's at least one size too small. These barely cover her nipples and some of her outerwear is so tight and shiny that keeping her nipples covered would be a fruitless task.
She has mentioned some of the bars and disco bars, she and her friends frequent on their girls nights out, telling me how they are full of confident men, who think it is their god given right to hit on her and I was well aware that these were notorious pick up joints. But she did come home every week horny as hell from these places so no harm done. As far as I was aware, my wife was a notorious flirt, but faithful, as fas as I knew.
As I said these encounters thrilled me immensely, but there was a small element of doubt as to how far my faithful wife had flirted with these guys. I know she does like to dance and the way she has been dressing lately, her dance partners may be getting the wrong signals and have been actively trying to touch or stroke her outrageously sexy body.
Last week she returned home with her thong panties stuffed in her purse! She said they were so tight rubbing against her shaved pussy, chaffing her and making her really horny. She walked in the lounge, raised up her skirt, giving me a good look at her excited shaved pussy and straddled me in our lounge. She spent the next ten minutes draining my cock of every drop of spunk!
She would often return home incredibly horny, with her pussy at its hottest and wettest when she had her girls nights out. She said the intimate close dancing, combined with the guys trying it on with her, always made her hot. She always came home hot thats for sure!
Rightly or wrongly, I had decided that on my wife's next girls night out, I would follow her discretely and see what occurred on these excursions to make her so hot and bothered.
Friday night came around and my wife was upstairs in our bedroom getting ready for her girls night out. I usually left her to her own devices, but tonight I decided to see what outfit she would be parading around in. I walked up the stairs quietly, hearing her speaking on the phone to someone. Her voice was jovial but sultry. She was giggling sexily at whatever the other person was saying and from the gist of her conversation, I assumed the other person was male!
"I'll be wearing everything as agreed!" she giggled "Oh fuck yeah! You know I like that!"
I assumed that she heard my footsteps as she hung up the phone rather abruptly.
I walked into the bedroom to find my wife fastening a second fishnet stocking to her high waisted garter belt, her iPhone casually strewn on the bed.
Her pussy was freshly shaved and glistening in the light, obviously from some sort of oil or lotion she had rubbed in. Her huge firm breasts were encased in a sexy shiny black bra which appeared to be at least a size too small. This made her look sexier and very bimbo like. Her huge breasts were spilling over the bra, showing most of her nipples as she slipped her petite feet into a pair of black high heeled pumps. I stared at my lingerie clad wife, the stuff male fantasies are made of!
She looked at her lingerie clad, goddess of a body in the mirrored wardrobes, smiled approvingly then stepped into her very tight leather mini skirt and asked me to pull the zip up.
She bent forward slightly, deliberately teasing me, as my knuckle grazed her flesh, pulling the zip into the locked position.
I noticed she hadn't put on a thong or panties!
Next she picked a leather look waistcoat off the bed and slipped her arms through it. She fastened five of the six buttons, which thrust her huge breasts upward, the nipples almost visible. The last button was impossible to fasten due to her large bust spilling out almost, this only made her look more sexy, more bimbo, more slut!
You could see the pink aureole of her nipples peaking over the cup of her bra. She made no attempt to adjust her breasts or cover her nipples.
She went over to the dressing table and sat finishing off her make up and her hair. She looked incredibly sexy, very much the slut, but incredibly sexy with it.
I looked her up and down quite salaciously and spoke quietly.
"You look absolutely stunning!"
She smiled at me via the mirror and continued with her make up. She crossed her long legs and the swish of nylon was audible. The very sexy erotic sound, enhanced by the notion that she was dressed so provocatively in very erotic lingerie, but had somehow omitted the need for panties.
Her nipples on display, the sexy underwear and her preparing to go out pantieless, made me think more than drinking and dancing was the objective tonight.
She placed a few items into her hand bag, lipstick, mascara, a few other items of make up, her purse and a small hairbrush. She picked up her phone and stood before me with one hand on her incredibly narrow waist.
"So how do I look?" She smiled, spraying expensive perfume on her neck.
"Sex on legs!" Was my response.
Her eyebrows raised approvingly and she smiled.
