My name is Tami, and this is my second submission. I am not a writer, but I love stories. I received such great feedback from my first submission I decided to continue. My first story was pure fictional this one is a reality.
Let me begin by telling you my husband loves for me to show off. I am not an exhibitionist and have never claimed to be one. But at my husbands insistence I have been on display on more then one occasion.
This occasion happened when my husband had an office party. This office party was downtown and not at the office. We knew that we would both be drinking so we booked a hotel room and agreed to taxi into town. The bad thing about booking a hotel room on line is that you really donât know what it is like. The hotel we booked wasnât in the nicest part of town. I didnât want to stay there, but my husband said we were only going to be in it for a couple of hours to sleep anyway. Reluctantly I accepted the decision.
Once we checked in we headed to the room to get dressed. We were on the second floor and took the stairwell to our room. Our room was right across the hall from the coke machine, and my husband said see, we donât have far to go if we need a drink, trying to take my mind off of this dump. When we were in the room it was time for me to get ready for the evening. I had bought a short black dressed that came to about mid thigh. It had spaghetti straps holding up the top. It was rather warm out so I didnât wear a bra. I put on a pair of shear black panties to complete my attire.
Once we were ready we called for a taxi and waited in the lobby for the taxiâs arrival. Once he arrived we hopped in and headed downtown. We met up with his co-workers and went to the group dinner. Dinner was okay, there were about 50 people there and everyone seemed to stay in their small little group. When dinner ended and people began to head out we tracked down five of my husbands buddies. Most people were headed home, but we were ready to party.
We went to a small club, it had a little dance floor and a band. It wasnât real crowded and the music wasnât deafening. We sat on an elevated floor by the dance floor. I was the only lady in the group and the guys were giving me as much attention as my husband would allow. We had been drinking for about 2 hours when my husband whispered in my ear âMy hand feels a little empty, I think something silky and black would fill it up.â I knew he wanted me to give him my panties. I casually looked around trying not to make it look so obvious and slowly worked my panties down my legs. Once I had them on my ankle, I casually reached down and grabbed them. I placed them in my husbandâs hand, and ask if it was better. He said it is now.
A couple minutes later, my husband excused himself and went to the bathroom; he was back in just a few minutes. The guys were commenting on my looks and telling me how lucky my husband is to have me. I loved the attention. When my husband returned one of my husbandsâ friends, John, asked if it was all right to dance. I said sure and we headed to the dance floor. It was a fast number and John was a really good dancer, he liked to spin me, he controlled the dance. We danced a few songs and then another friend asked to cut in. Within the hour I danced with all of my husbands friends, and was quite worked up. Finally I needed a break and headed back to the table.
I sat in the stool and took a long drink of my Cranberry and Vodka it was so refreshing. I had a mouthful of drink when Mike bluntly asked, how could you dance out there while everyone in the place is staring at your naked ass and pussy? I almost choked on my drink. Obviously the alcohol was affecting all of us, but I said what the hell are you talking about? He said Tami I can describe your pussy in great detail, and tonight is the first time I have ever seen your treasures. My husband just sat there as though he wasnât listening to any of the conversation. Bob and John chimed in with Mike, saying yes it is a lovely pussy and they are honored to have had the opportunity to see my glory. I was so embarrassed. I must have turned three shades of red.
My husband finally joined in and said, âhoney, it is okay nobody is complaining and you look great, we havenât bought a drink all night thanks to you.â A few minutes later a stranger came up and asked if I would like to dance, my husband just nodded to say yes. It was a slow song, and I thought that was better so there would be no spinning and I was really beginning to get drunk.