My wife came down from our bedroom for her night out with friends from work. She was dressed to the nines! She was a natural brunette, but she had colored her hair a deep black. Her nails, fingers and toes were painted a deep red. Her makeup was heavier than she normally wore and impeccable.
Her dress was silver with a plunging neckline that went all the way down to her waist. The top of the dress was silver gauze that draped off her shoulders. The bottom of the dress was silver sequins. The hem of her dress stopped just barely below her hips. Her lipstick was deep red to match her nails. She was in silver high heels and had on silver thigh-high stockings.
The doorbell rang and she turned to me as she was leaving. It was then that I noticed her large breasts were swaying and I could clearly see her nipples through the gauze material.
"See you later!" she called to me.
"Don't wait up, I'll be late!"
I started to say something but then she opened the door and and a man took her by her hand, the door closed and she left.
I watched out the living room window as she got in his car. I saw her lean into him and give him a kiss as they drove off.
I sat down, not believing what I just saw. I tried to call her on her cell, but she didn't answer.
I was stunned. What was going on? My wife of 25 years had never acted like this before. After a while I got into my car and decided to try to find her. I drove around for a while, never saw his car, and I really didn't even know where to look. She hadn't told me where she was going.
Deborah and I married in our mid-twenties, she was a virgin when we married. That was proved beyond a doubt on our wedding night. She was the mother of our four children, all grown and out of the house now.
I kept calling, but no answer. Her phone was probably turned off, I figured. I tried to watch some football to keep my mind off her. I finally fell asleep in my recliner.
I was awaken by the phone ringing. It was Deborah! I looked at the clock. It was 4 am!
"Honey, I'm sorry. The time got away from me. I drank too much. We all had such a great time!!! Susan said I should call you so you won't worry. I'll be home soon, I promise! I told her you would understand. You're the best. See you later!"
Before I could answer, she hung up. Again, I sat stunned. I had never known her to act this way.
I waited and fell asleep again. I woke up and it was now 7 am. I had to be at work by 8, so I got ready. I finally had to leave for work, and by now I was worried. About ten minutes after I got to work, she called me. The call came from our home phone.
"I guess I just missed you, honey. But I'm home now. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed, I'm so tired. Please let me sleep at least until after noon. K? See you later."
I asked if she was ok. She insisted she was, just very tired. She said she was not used to partying like that. She added that she would fix my favorite supper when I got home that night.
Deborah's side of the story:
"I work at a Construction Company where I keep the books. Only one other woman works there, and she is the cleaning lady."
"All the guys flirt with me all the time. I enjoy their attention. I finally started to flirt back, and I discovered that I liked it.
"I am required to dress in a blouse and skirt, business casual. With all the flirting going on, I started to wear more push up bras, and shorter skirts. I always wear heels.
"More than a few remarks are said about my butt and my boobs. They started calling me "sweet tits".
"I frowned about it, but inwardly liked it. When I walk over to one of their desks, I hear whistles and "what an ass!" remarks. I have started to leave more buttons undone on my blouse. I love it when I know they are looking straight at my tits as I'm leaning over the desk. My ass also looks good apparently.
