Frank had an ongoing fantasy. We had been married for four years and always it was the same thing. He wanted to dress me up, take me to a bar and watch me suck some strange man off in a public place.
Finally, I gave up. It was his birthday. I told him we could go out that night and I would do it and then I never wanted to hear about it again. That night, when I got home Frank had bought me the outfit he wanted me to wear.
My name is Theresa, and I am five foot tall with large breasts, a cute tight butt, and long curly black hair.
The outfit was a red satin shirt, short denim skirt and five-inch heels that strapped around my ankles. He also purchased fish net hose that fastened to a garter belt, and a bright red lipstick, no bra, no panties.
I took a bath in vanilla scented bubble bath and got dressed. I had to suck him off before we could leave. He was hard just from looking at me.
Frank picked a bar called the Wharf near the ocean. It was old before the Pilgrims had gotten to Maine. Cold, dreary, and dingy inside, He floated off to a dark corner and I went up to the bar. I must have sat there about ten minutes before the first sailor approached me. He was young but rough looking, and asked me if I was available.
βI said available for what?β
He looked down my open shirt at my braless tight nipples and said β For sex maβam.β