I am Michelle. Mark is my husband. He is 6 ft and towers over me. He says he loves my huge flabby mama tits. But I think he just says that to make me feel better about the huge floppy fat bags hanging off my chest. They aren't breasts they are udders and make me feel like a cow. He tells me he likes sucking on my nipples, but I don't believe him. They are just Gross!
We have been married for 30 and 1/2 years and have been together for 36 years. I am 62 (shudder) and Mark was turning 65 in a few months. 65 is a big milestone. I knew this was coming and since all he ever wanted for his birthday was sexual favors, I knew what to expect and went on HRT last year to renew my flagging libido. I thought maybe blowjobs everyday for a week or maybe anal, but no! He springs a new request on me that scares me. He wants me to be a sex slave for 2 hours. 2 hours where I can't say no to anything, any request. I wanted to know what anything was, and he ginned and said anything I might want, oral, anal, drugs, role play, bondage. I am married to a pervert. He knows I hate being restrained or tied up, it makes me feel like a caged animal, a cow in a milking cage. I have to draw the line there.
I decided to deflect and maybe get him to soften his stance, so I ask what's in it for me? My husband the Fucker says "Less work and prep at home we can have a small party at a bar on the weekend. In the 2 hours you will have lots of orgasms and the satisfaction of finally after years of requests where you always let me down, you will be able to take pride in coming through for me, maybe step outside your comfort zone and give me everything I want." See what I mean? Fucker. I'm married to a sick Fucker. So first I suggest, maybe I can get him a young prostitute to substitute for me. We have been married too long and he is too smart to fall for that. So, I suggest a bet. I dress up and go to the bar at the hotel alone and have a drink, then he joins me later. If I am still alone I will bite the bullet and do my master's bidding, I did mention he wanted a Sex
Slave
didn't I. If I am not alone, he can woo me and take me upstairs for some mutually agreeable fun. 'Mutually agreeable' being the key feature of our night.
He accepts the bet with the stipulation he gets to choose my outfit. OK. I see where this is going. The next week he comes up with a very nice half cup bra and thong set, some clip-on gold nipple rings, a very tight short black skirt, and a see-through top that is actually kind of flattering but so transparent that everyone will see the rings and my nipples at the end of my Huge ugly udders. No way am I wearing that out in public. I shop for something more my style yet sexy, ending up with a little black dress that shows plenty of cleavage and thigh. Mark also gets some temporary rather risquΓ© tattoos. Including a tramp stamp that says 'SLUT'. We put them on the night before. I kind of like the infinity arrow on my neck, I might get that for real.
The day of, we drive the hour to our Hotel, far enough away from home so no one we know will se me dressed like a slut. We have a drink and a snack to check out the bar then a very nice and relaxing couples massage. I am totally embarrassed getting undressed for my massage, but my masseuse is totally cool. "I am guessing that your tattoos are temporaries, you don't look like a slut. I won't rub them off with too much oil." I reply with relief, "Thank you so much, it's for my husband's birthday we never did this before and I didn't think about oil taking them off."
Back in our room we share a light meal and some more drinks then Mark hands me a new vape pen. It is supposed to remove my inhibitions. It works so well that when he wants to inject some vodka up my ass I say, "OK honey it's your party." It isn't just vodka though. Mark does some too. Mark never says but I did some cocaine in college once and now I am getting really turned on. I feel like jumping him right there but a deal is a deal, so I go get dressed. I open the garment bag and my black dress looks like old lady clothes, so I put on the outfit my husband bought. In my current state of mind with my new makeup on I look fucking hot. My husband's jaw drops when he sees me. I am loving this feeling so we both do another 'booty bump' and more vape. On the way out I forget to pull my skirt down. The drugs are that good. Mark reminds me and I pull down my skirt and thong and I toss him the soaking scrap of cloth and head to the elevator. My wet pussy lips are squishing as I strut to the elevator. Whatever Mark gave me sure is removing my inhibitions and then some. I feel like a slut and I am loving it.
I find a seat at the end of the bar and order a glass of white wine. A few minutes later a guy in his 40s asks me if I am waiting for someone. I say, "Maybe I am waiting for you."
He sits down, "Hi, I'm Walt. A woman dressed to the nines and as beautiful as you shouldn't be drinking alone." He flirts but his eyes are locked on my chest.
"I am Michelle. Actually, I am here with my husband, but he seems to have abandoned me. He probably is ashamed to be seen with me. After all my tits are hanging out and I look like a slut."
Walt looks surprised and pained, "Michelle, then your husband must be a fool. Your breasts are magnificent. You
should
show them off."
Another guy a little younger slides into the other seat next to me. "Hi I'm Dan, he is right they are magnificent. From what I can see through that top. I would love to get a closer look if you aren't too busy for the next hour." This makes me laugh loudly and sends an electric shock though my pussy.
My heart is racing and my pussy is throbbing now. "Dan, what kind of woman do you think I am? I am a married woman and have never cheated on my husband. Before. What are you proposing?"
Dan looks a little flustered and Walt comes to my rescue, "I am sure Dan didn't mean anything. Let me buy you another drink, perhaps something a little stronger like a Manhattan."
I smile at Walt, "OK. Thanks. But I am not insulted, just surprised and flattered that you boys think I am pretty and want me. How would something like that work? I am a rather naive married lady. I just came down for a drink. I hadn't expected to attract this kind of attention. I am listening."
Dan had recovered and followed up with, "Well this is how it works. We tell you how much time we want to spend with you and what services we want and you tell us how much you would charge."
I blushed bright crimson and asked, "Services? Like kissing and oral sex and intercourse?"