My husband and I work at a small precision engineering firm.
Part of the success in turning the fortunes of the business around has been the partnership that we have developed with an engineering business based in Germany. We had the technology and capacity to manufacture some components for this firm, and as a result, the financial position of the company had significantly improved.
It was only yesterday, Friday, that we had received a phone call from our business partner, Rutger, that he planned on coming over to see us next Friday.
I knew my husband had fantasied about sharing me with other men. We had been looking at what 'hotwife' meant on the internet. I am sure that Mark was going to let me have some fun when Rutger arrived next week.
I'm sure Rutger wouldn't mind. We had flirted together when we last met and, up until this point, he didn't know that Mark and I were married.
MONDAY
My latest WW order had arrived at the weekend. I had ordered some new bikinis and a couple of dresses. Buying WW products could quickly become addictive!
Today I decided to wear my Wicked Weasel knickerless dress to work today. It is a tight fitting short dress made from white, soft-stretch nylon that smoothly fitted to my body but its principal feature is that down each side are these panels of open mesh.
The holes are big enough to put my fingers through, and you can't wear knickers, or a bra for that matter, as the straps would be visible and distract for the smooth look - hence the dress' name. Anyone taking a close look at me wearing this dress would soon realise that I was knickerless!
The dress has no shoulder straps, but it firmly clung to my boobs. I have been using the new Inflame product for a few days, and my nipples had become noticeably more prominent. My hard nipples and nipple rings were obscenely visible through the soft opaque fabric.
It was clear to me that this dress was going to be a problem when wearing it in public as, during my short drive into the city, the short hem kept rising up, exposing my smooth, bare pussy.
I parked in the building next to the post office and got out. I pulled the hem of the dress down, but as a walked down the stairs to the ground level, I knew I was going to have to adjust the hem often. It just kept riding up as I took small steps in my high heels. If someone had come up the stairs, they would have gotten a clear view of my bald pussy.
Once at street level I adjusted my dress again and walked over to the post office. To my pleasant surprise, my post office friend was there today. He stopped in his tracks when I walked past him to my mailbox. I bent at the waist, keeping my legs nice and straight, to retrieve the day's mail from the box close to the floor.
I heard my friend take a sharp breath. "Oh fuck! You look so hot with that pussy jewellery," he said.
I stood up and turned to face him with a killer smile. "Where have you been?" I asked.
"I've been overseas. I'm working on a marketing campaign for an island resort," was his reply. "Nice nipples, by the way!" He couldn't take his eyes off my chest. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes." I put the mail down on the bench and cupped my breasts with my hands while rubbing my thumbs over my sensitive nipples. "You like?" I asked.
"Oh yesss," was his drawn-out reply. "When did you get them pierced?"
"Over a week ago," was my reply.
I noticed my friend follow me out of the Post Office and into the street. We walked together to the parking building. He chivalrously held the door open allowing me to enter the lobby. I noticed that he couldn't keep his eyes off me as I climbed the stairs. I must have been giving him a great look at my jewelled charms. "Where have you parked your car?" I asked.
He pointed to his car. "It's just here," he replied. It was just a few parking bays away from my vehicle.
"Come on. Let's see that hard cock of yours," I asked.
My friend climbed into his car. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers. He pulled out his cock and began stroking it. Oh, it looked beautiful and hard.
I had a look around and saw that there was no one else about. The way he had parked his car meant that, when the driver's door was open, it would block the view from most people. The hem of my dress had ridden up exposing me fully to his gaze. I crouched down while spreading my legs wide open. I pulled the tube top of the dress down to show off my tits with their large nipple rings. I felt excited being entirely on display to this stranger - I still didn't know his name - for the first time.
"I'm not going to be able to do this all the time, but I have wanted to watch you play with yourself while you look at me lustfully," I said as my friend was stroking his cock.
My hand dropped down to my pussy and gently played with my excited clit. My other hand grazed one of my sensitive nipples. My friend was staring straight at my pussy while he pumped his fist up and down his cock really fast.
He let out a low moan when his cock exploded. Hot cum landed all over his lower chest. I saw that some drops of cum had stained his cotton shirt.
I hadn't cum yet, so I stood up and straightened up my skirt. "Think of me today," I said with a wink as I walked over to my car, leaving my friend trying to clean himself up. I could see that he was having difficulty stuffing his cock back into his trousers.
BACK TO WORK
I felt hot and flustered and, when I got into work, I knew I had lots to do to organise the week.
I heard my husband, who is also my boss arrive. As he climbed the stairs to the office, I straightened my dress and swivelled, so I was facing away from him when he entered the office.
I turned side on to him. "Good morning, Mr Williamson." My legs were crossed seductively. I was showing off the side panels of my dress with the open weave mesh.
"Fuck! . . . Anne . . . Ms Field . . . That dress is hot," stammered my boss.
As a swivelled the chair around to fully face my flustered boss. I slowly and deliberately uncrossed my legs spreading my legs open. With one hand, I gently pulled on the skin just above my pussy. This exposed my sensitive clit, and the little jewel sparkled in the light. "You like this dress?" I asked coyly.
"It's . . . You are . . . gorgeous!" he replied.
"It's called a Knickerless dress."
"I can see that!"
"No. That's what it is called: Knickerless!" I exclaimed.
"Where do you get all this sexy stuff?" asked my boss.
