We had been married for 2 years. It was a second marriage for both of us. My husband is an amazing man. He has always wanted to make me happy. We both came out of bad marriages where our spouses did not want to communicate. I didn't know anything else. Right from the start my husband told me we would have no secrets. That all those things people don't say to each other we would say. It's led to an amazing marriage.
We have 2 we agreed on.
The number of people we slept with. He told me it had been more than he remembered. I figured he was lying but since then we run into women he "dated" all over the place. Since most those were mostly in the 2 years before we met, and his family told me he dated a lot before he married. I have realized he probably does not remember.
I've told him about all my lovers. A story about something that happened. He could probably figure out my number if he tried.
The other is what he paid for my engagement ring. I had something I wanted in mind. He's embarrassed it was so inexpensive. This has nothing to do with this story, but since I brought up 2 secrets, I thought I should tell.
The no secrets is what's important. Very early he told me that he had been sexually adventurous. He'd gone to swing clubs, had 3 somes, 4 somes, orgies. He'd cuckolded men, slept with married women. He didn't want me to find out somewhere else.
This conversation led to a conversation about fantasies. I had 2 that were primary. The first involved a time a pretty woman was giving me a massage. My marriage was breaking up and I was horny. As she massaged my thighs I found myself wishing she'd move her hand a little further north. I realized that I was, what they call, curious.
The second was a story in penthouse letters. A husband takes his wife on a boat trip with 6 of his friends. She ends up servicing everyone with her husband being proud of her. I'd often read that story and masturbate.
We'd talk about these fantasies and use them in our bedroom play, but never acted on them.
We were away in New Orleans. We were staying in a beautiful hotel. We spent the day sightseeing and shopping. During the day we'd have a hurricane or 2. Nothing outrageous. Not drunk, just a nice mellow. It was a great day.
We went back to the hotel room and made love. After we showered and got ready to go out. I was feeling loved, sexy, and free.
It was a hot night. My husband has a dress he loves me in. It's a light dress ankle length dress. It has a peasant style top and sleeves. It hugs my body and at the hips flows out. It buttons from top to ankle. Depending on where I am I can button or unbutton the top and bottom to show more or less skin. I added a pink lacy thong, and matching push-up bra.
We were going out in New Orleans. Buttons were not required. My husband likes it when men check me out. Ok. I like it too, so I'm happy to oblige. Especially where no one knows me..
The top was unbuttoned to show maximum cleavage. I don't have much. I am 5'2", 120, long dark hair to the middle of my back, and 34c. But the push-up bra did wonders and the dress was unbuttoned to where you could actually see the top of the bra.
The bottom I unbuttoned to 2" below my crotch. When I stood still you might see some leg. When I moved the dress flowed around me constantly flashing and covering my legs.
I looked in the mirror. I looked both covered and when I moved, you'd try and catch a glimpse of something you shouldn't see.
My husband kissed me and told me I was gorgeous. We headed out. We were in the party zone. We drank hurricanes, we danced, we both flirted. Together we are great flirts. We were standing by the bar. We started talking to this woman. She was very pretty, 5" taller than me and enjoying talking to my husband. He never had problems to talking to pretty women. At one point she pulled aside her skirt to show my husband she was wearing stockings garters and a thong. She was there with girlfriends who were dancing.
Unfortunately she started drinking too much. When she spilled some beer on me. We pulled away and let her join her friends. My husband was also talking to a group of men. We were standing at a crowded bar. 3 guys came up to order beer but there was no room at the bar. My husband ordered their beers for them.
One guy was obviously the leader of the group. He was older, forward, and outgoing. Not bad looking, but a bit arrogant for my tastes. Turns out they were, in the army, on leave, and partying. My husband engaged mostly with this guy. The guy also flirted a bit with me. After a while they stepped away.
A woman who'd been eyeing me from across the room came over and asked me to dance. This happens sometimes. I don't mind so I said yes. We danced a fast dance. Standing at the bar, my dress exposed one leg from mid thigh down. When I danced the dress swirled around my legs hiding them and then exposing them almost to my pussy the as we'd dance.
At the end of the song she pulled me close and kissed me. I had never been kissed by a girl like this. I had had a few drinks, and this was New Orleans. I enjoyed the kiss. It was soft and fun. I kissed back.
A number of people stopped to look. After all 2 cute girls kissing on the dance floor is fun to watch. Even in New Orleans. I did see the army guys take notice.
I went back to my husband at the bar. The army guy had renewed interest and came over to chat. His 2 friends stood a little behind him. Close enough to hear the conversation, but for the most part they did not join in.
During this time my husband leaned into me and said, "Which one?"
It was a game we played trying to guess who the other found most attractive.
As usual I replied, "guess."
He guessed right. Out of the 3 army guys I found the shy one in the back the cutest. I am not sure why I always find the shy one cute. My husband says I am like him, I like the idea of corrupting someone. I like to think it's about something on a higher moral ground, but he may be right.
Jokingly my husband said, "I think you'd have to fuck this guy and the others to get to him." Referring to the leader.
We joked like this all the time. Knowing it wasn't going to happen I said, "And the problem is...?"
We laughed, but in my head I was picturing the scene. Me being fucked from behind by arrogant guy while I gave shy guy a blow job. My pussy tingled.
I flirted a bit more and even engaged shy guy in the conversation. Eventually we left. We explored some other bars and partied in the street.
When we got back to our hotel, someone yelled hey there. The army guys were in the lobby bar drinking. We went over and said hi. They were staying in the same hotel and asked if the could buy us a drink. We accepted and we stayed and talked.
I climbed on a bar stool. My dress just hung openly at both sides. They were standing around me. I'm short so it's hard to keep your legs crossed on a bar stool. I knew I was flashing my panties at these guys constantly.
I was actually enjoying myself. I was the center of attention of 4 guys, including my husband. I may have been flashing a bit on purpose as well as bending forward so they could pay attention to my cleavage. I was getting wet and knew my husband was in for a great fuck when I got him to our room.
Army guy then said, "Drinks here are so expensive. We have a suite upstairs. Why don't you come on up and have another drink?"
I was about to say no when my husband said, "Sounds good."
Sounds good? That was new. I'd been flashing these guys all night and now we were going to be alone with them? I wasn't afraid. I knew my husband would take care of me. He's gotten me out of some tight spots before that my flirting got me into. Still knowing we were going to be alone with these guys made me tingle.
When we got in the elevator, my husband grabbed my ass pulled me to him and kissed me.
Army guy commented, "That Looks fun."
I looked at him and with a coy smile said, "It is."
We got to the room and I sat on the couch. It was low and when I sat down my dress fell apart and my panties were in full view. Even I had to acknowledge it.
As I grabbed the 2 sides to try and button a few more buttons I said, "I'm sorry."
I struggle with the buttons. Sitting as I was it was hard to pull them together.
