I didn’t understand my husband’s attitude but MY attitude was changing. From the terrible first marriage, now a sexless one, I had found I was a wanton lady who was going to do the things every other woman would do if they could. I rarely came home before 10:00 p.m. and that was only if I wanted to. I began to get the label of “party girl” around the office and I couldn’t deny it. I had a little address book that was filling quickly with phone numbers of men who wanted to enjoy my treats.
I took my next pay check and spent it on clothes, a new hair style and coloring. I looked totally different from the woman who had entered into our marriage. The brown hair was now frosted and cute more stylish. I went to one of the better salons in town and had them do a complete make over. When I walked out I had freshly applied makeup showing my facial features much better. My next stop was at Victoria’s Secrets and I purchased several sets of bras and panties. The bras all were much more daring than I had ever worn before and gave my already ample breasts a much deeper cleavage. Before the day was over I had spent my entire check and had added several hundred dollars to our credit cards.
I changed in our of the stores into one of the dresses I had purchased, one that allowed a view of my nylon covered legs and the new pendant that dipped between my breasts. In the car I picked out a new pair of red pumps I had purchased to complete my outfit. Now it was time to party.
The weather was nice so I decided to go to one of the beach front bars we have in our area of Florida. When I got out of the car the breeze whipped the dress up and showed my thigh highs and my new panties and I instinctively reached to cover myself. Then I saw a couple of the men on the deck watching me and I released the dress and allowed it to blow free. Soon one of the men was buying me a drink and telling me all about himself. His eyes kept drifting to the pendant nuzzled between my boobs so I reached down and began to toy with it myself. The dress had a buttoned from the neck line to the hem and I casually released the first button to allow him a better view. He didn’t disappoint me and soon had his hand on my arm and was stroking it gently. I excused myself to go to the ladies room and returned scans nylons and the dress unbuttoned from the hem to reveal above mid thigh as I walked back to the table. As I sat I made sure he got the full view of my legs by moving the chair back and facing toward him.
I moved the topic of conversation to what I had in mind. “Do you meet many women at bars?” I asked with a smile.