After my incidents with my husband Jim and a former work colleague, Andy, I realised I'd been missing out on an awful lot of sexy fun. My husband had actively encouraged me to wear provocative clothing and to misbehave with Andy, both at work and on an evening out with the whole works team. The end result was that I'd ended up in bed with Jim and Andy in a hotel room being a really dirty slut wife. This whole experience has been an eye opener to me and now I wanted more.
I started dressing a lot more sexily, not that Jim seemed to be complaining. After all, he was also getting a lot more exciting sex. We were fucking all the time and anywhere we could. It was amazing. I was on a sexual high all the time.
The new me was even noticed at work, where I worked as the only woman in a small engineering firm, doing the finances and admin roles. My skirts had gotten shorter and my blouses more revealing. Two of the guys in particular hadn't failed to notice. One, a tall slightly younger guy than me, and the other, an older gent, Tony, always seemed to speak to me and treat me as a lady. This really got me interested. Most of the people who worked there were young kids and they held no interest for me, but being treated in this way by someone who seemed to know what a woman liked was really getting to me.
At first we would just chat at work about this and that as we passed each other. Then I began to start finding reasons to go and see him and our chats got longer and more frequent. Tony was our part-time delivery driver and odd job man and he was soon finding reasons to come in to my office, where we'd chat again. These conversations gradually got more intermit and personal. Nothing really sexual, but likes and dislikes and so on.
Every lunchtime I would go out for a walk, just to get away from the office. One day Tony drove past me whilst I was out and he pulled over, asking if I wanted a lift anywhere. Without thinking I hoped up in to the cab of the van. In doing this my rather short denim skirt rode right up my thighs, exposing my pale pink thong to Tony's view. Being the dirty slut I'd become I didn't even notice at first, until I realised he was still staring between my legs, but rather than close them I just looked at him and smiled. Embarrassed, he asked me where I'd like to go, but with only having a short lunch break I suggested the pub at the end of the road. So off we drive with me sat there displaying all my charms.
When we got there and parked, Tony jumped out and rushed round to my side to open the door for me. The dirty bastard, I realised, wanted a better look as I tried to climb out of the van. So not to disappoint I made a very slow and deliberate exit from the cab. Firstly I scooted my left leg round and hung it out of the door down towards the ground, leaving my right leg in place. This had the effect of opening myself up wide to his view. My tiny pink thong struggling to cover my pussy. I couldn't see, but it felt like the material of my thong was pulling up inside the, by now, very wet lips of my cunt. Christ I felt so dirty with this old man staring right between my legs.
After what felt like ages, I swung my right leg round to my left and slid down out of the cab seat. As I landed on the ground I spun round to collect my handbag, knowing full well that the action of sliding out of my seat had caused my skirt to be pulled right up over my arse. Meaning Tony now had a good view of my almost naked arse, split in two by the pink string of my thong.
I grabbed my bag, pulled my skirt straight and turned back to him apologising for what had happened. The look on his face at being caught ogling was amazing! He quickly recovered and asked if we should go and get that drink. I could feel my pussy getting wetter just standing there with him, knowing what I slut I was being. Recovering quickly, he guided me in to the pub where we ordered our drinks and found somewhere to sit.
I couldn't help it. I was feeling so horny. Here I was in a pub at lunchtime with another colleague having just shown him almost all I had on offer under my skirt. I was getting so hot that as I walked over to the table with Tony behind me with the drinks, I undid a couple more of the buttons on my blouse to reveal the tops of my breasts.
For those of you that don't know me I'm quite a small person, in my late 40s, but I'm told I only look late 30s to 40. I like to look after myself. I'm only around 5' 4" and a UK size 8, but this doesn't seem to stop me from getting admirers! I keep the brown hair on my head fairly short and my pussy shaved completely smooth.
Anyway back in the pub I sat down opposite Tony on one of the small stools favoured by this place. As he leaned forward to place our drinks on the table, I too lent forward. This had the effect of opening my blouse with its undone buttons directly in his line of view. I think he almost dropped them! As he sat down I again sat up straight, slightly thrusting out my small, but pert little breasts and just fractionally opening my legs. I knew I had his attention. Throughout our short lunch break I kept moving my thighs so that he could get glimpses of what was possibly on offer.