"...Put on the sluttiest outfit you own."
John's words were ringing in Emily's ears as she stepped out of the shower. The hot water and lotion lathered on her body had made Emily feel fresh and renewed following the intense physical and emotional experience of that evening. She enjoyed the quiet moment to herself in the bathroom.
Towelling herself dry, she quickly applied some make-up and sprayed a light and fresh perfume on her neck and wrists, before entering the walk-in wardrobe where she had modelled dresses for John earlier that day.
Tingling at the excitement and naughtiness of what she had done, and what she was about to do, Emily considered John's command. What was the sluttiest outfit she owned?
She opened a drawer of underwear and sifted through for some moments, considering the different lingerie she had bought over the years, before settling on a matching set of sheer black bra and knickers.
The knickers were high waisted, but had a large opening at the back giving access to Emily's arse and bare waxed pussy, her modesty only partially preserved by a large black ribbon tied in a bow which fell over the opening.
The bra, which could be opened at the front by unhooking a clasp hidden behind a small ribbon, was made of the same sheer, black material as the knickers, and cupped and thrust her 32HH bust up and forwards so that it jutted out magnificently, with a deep, swollen cleavage created between each enormous tit. As ever when she considered her figure, Emily was struck by how absurdly large her breasts were compared to the rest of her curvy but petite body, which was barely five foot tall in her socks. Each of her breasts was about the size of a cantaloupe and bigger than her head, and even when she was motionless they strained and bulged against the confines of her bra.
Posing in front of a mirror, Emily thought to herself that the lingerie ticked most of the boxes - hot, slutty and showing off her ridiculously proportioned body for John's pleasure - however it wasn't enough.
From the lingerie drawer, Emily donned some additional accessories: sheer black stockings that rose to mid-thigh and were topped with a laced section and little bows; and a thin, white lace choker to go round her neck.
Lastly, Emily put on her slutty, red, two inch high heels - the heels she had on when John had fucked her that evening, and the same heels she had worn when being spitroasted by that rugby team in a hotel some months before.
The end product was indeed the sluttiest outfit Emily owned. Slutty, but she felt womanly and energized. She wanted John to look at her with the same lust he had shown earlier that evening, before he had fucked her and cum inside her pussy. She wanted him to appreciate how they fit so well together, feminine and masculine, her tight, busty little body and his big, strong manly physique with that enormous, alien horsecock - so much more powerful than her husband's meagre offering - which she so badly needed to submit to.
***
Butterflies in her stomach, Emily put on her silk dressing gown and left the bedroom, looking for John. He was nowhere to be seen, so she proceeded downstairs, and as she did so she heard the unmistakeable murmuring of men's gravelly voices. Who could it be?
Peaking into the lounge, she saw John sitting with two men she recognised as Will and Peter, the two firemen she had danced and flirted with at the wedding. They were still in their dress uniforms from the wedding and she was struck again by what handsome friends John had.
Taking a closer look, she saw that Will was around six foot tall, with dark blond hair and soft blue eyes, and a fit, athletic body - broad shoulders, slim waist, muscled arms and long legs. Peter was taller than Will, maybe six foot two, with brown hair and geen eyes. His slightly boyish face belied a rough, burly, manly physique, with big hands and thick, strong, powerful forearms. Both Will and Peter looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties, and were holding glasses of whiskey which must have been taken from her husband's collection.
Emily paused and took in the situation. The sheer impudence of John inviting his friends into her husband's home late on a Saturday night! There could be no question what was on the cards if she went into that room. When John had spoken about having his friends fuck her earlier, Emily had enjoyed the fantasy and the sluttiness of talking in such terms, but she hadn't appreciated John was being serious. On the other hand, Emily was in a state of heightened horniness - she wanted to be held down and fucked all over again by John and his huge cock, and the thought of also putting her hands on Will and Peter's thick, meaty dicks made her pussy even damper.
Despite everything, Emily thought she could trust John - if she went upstairs and pretended to have fallen asleep, she felt certain that John would take his friends away. And equally, if she asked him to stop, in the back of her mind she knew he would and that he would keep tabs on his friends.
Emily thrilled once more at the thought of these three big, strong firemen sitting in the lounge waiting for her to arrive, at their hunger for her, and she recalled with tingling desire how her busty little body had made Will and Peter's cocks rock hard when they had grinded with her on the dancefloor.
Her mind made up, Emily took a deep breath, thrust out her chest and slowly pushed open the door to the lounge.