Hi, my name is Doreen. There are so many places I could start, but the beginning seems to be as good a place as any. As soon as I graduated from college I relocated to a large mid-southern city to start my new career. It was a hectic time but once I got settled in my job I started dated and since I was a bit of a party girl, I got fucked a lot. After a couple of years, maybe three, I met Matt through a friend. Apparently both of us were ready for something more serious because we had quite the whirl wind courtship and we got married almost a year to the day from our first date.
Matt's story is pretty much like mine. He moved here right after college to start his career with a Fortune 500 company in their engineering department. He's a really hunky, good looking guy and from I gathered he was a very popular with the ladies and he got his share of pussy during those early years. The days before we met were a hell of a lot of fun for both of us and we've always been very open with each about those years.
Like most newlyweds the early years were good times. I mean, what did we really know? We took pride in learning about each other, had a shit load of really great sex, and focused on advancing our careers. Back in those days it seemed like we were always doing things at light speed and thought we were bullet proof. Somehow, somewhere we lost our way and our marriage began to have trouble. Thankfully though, due to my husband's stubbornness and healthy dose of luck, our marriage and more importantly our relationship was saved. We just celebrated our nineteenth anniversary and let me tell you, our last fifteen years have been quite an incredibly exciting journey.
I think we should back up a bit though. A couple of years into our marriage we found ourselves squabbling about everything and life became awful. Maybe we paid too much attention to our careers or maybe we just didn't pay attention to each other, it really doesn't matter but we lost track of what was going on between us. Whatever the reason, there was lots of stress and tension in our lives which ended up in constant bickering and petty jealousies. Neither of us was really happy anymore and we'd lost the edge we had originally.
One weekend our troubled marriage reached a boiling point. We were at a party that we'd really looked forward to. It was a really, really big deal. You know, catered with an open bar and was being held at one of the swankiest mansions in town. Some big time entrepreneur had struck it big and was thanking everyone who had helped him.
We'd been lucky enough to get an invite through some friends and the word on the street that this event was going to be the place to see and be seen. There would be plenty of beautiful people in attendance and we both looked forward to the evening. When we got there everything was really upscale just like we expected and it looked like everyone had their party vibe going. As we walked around getting the lay of the land you could feel the thumping base of hard rock coming from somewhere. Special lighting had been installed which was perfect; muted and in crazy colors and shapes. The atmosphere was perfect for letting your hair down and having a good time.
As we walked around everything was incredibly impressive, including how everyone was dressed for the event. The party was definitely living up to the "see and been seen" billing it had been given and there was eye candy everywhere you looked. The ladies of the evening could have graced the pages of pretty much any man's magazine. Skin was the order of the evening and long legs and deep cleavage were everywhere you looked. The only place I'd ever seen this much provocative clothing was shopping online. It was amazing.
The guys didn't disappoint either. They were handsomely decked out in slacks and jackets; no jeans or sneakers anywhere. It was a target rich environment and I started to get a horny little buzz going. As a couple we fit in perfectly. Matt looked awesome in a pair of linen trousers with a dark blazer and a white button down shirt. I loved the way he looked; very athletically handsome and extremely hot. I had pleaded with him to wear one of his pouch thongs and flashed back to how much I enjoyed watching him tuck himself into a sheer white one. I love the way it holds his balls and pushes his endowment forward. Even in the dim lighting I could just see a hint of his generous manhood poking against the front of his pants. Matt was definitely quite a dish! I was proud to be with him.
Like I said this party was billed as the place to see and be seen so I wore the most risqué dress I owned. Matt had given it to me as an anniversary present and calls it my slut dress. He loves the way I look in it and he asks me to wear it all the time but the dress is not just for anywhere but tonight it fit in perfectly at this party. Seeing how hot and sexy most of the ladies were dressed I was so glad that I did. Matt's loves for me to show my body off and he never gets jealous when I get second looks or a guy hits on me. I love him for that and wish I was more that way and less jealous.
My slut dress is a bright red, clingy thing that hits well above my knee and leaves a lot of skin on display. The cowl neckline drapes just passed my navel and hangs nicely over what Matt likes to call my "big ole round titties." The dress hugs my body like a second skin and the way the top is cut you can see a lot of my tits from the side which is one of Matt's favorite features. The dress can definitely dangerous and if I lean too much one way or the other the silky material lets my tits pop right out. I love wearing my slut dress. I always felt uninhibited and naughty and tonight wasn't any different. I felt great about how I looked and I'd already gotten some second looks so things were looking good.
