CHAPTER 4: SLUT IS ATTITUDE
One of the activities I seemed to focus on during my earlier 'so-called-adventures' was exhibitionism. Exhibitionism had always been a big thrill for me, but was one of those things that could quickly ruin the career of an otherwise straight-laced female scientist trying to make her mark in the still male dominated world of science. A direct, and almost immediate, benefit of my life change with Mr. W in releasing myself to him and his suggestions was exhibitionism.
I knew from early on how he enjoyed my body even when he didn't feel the ability to perform. Having me undress to prove my commitment to the project, stroking my legs up to my panties while in a non-private situation, confirmed his interest in seeing my body beyond physically using it. The guys were more blatant about it as they continued to push me to workout with them while naked even when they remained clothed, requiring my swimming workouts to be naked, and encouraging me to remain naked after they fucked me whether it happened to be outside, in the workout room, or anywhere else in the house.
So, it didn't surprise me when I started receiving intimate garments as gifts. Usually, they simply appeared on my bed. Someone had 'invaded' my dresser and closet to determine my sizes because I would find lacy sheer bra and pantie sets, sheer baby-doll, sheer floor-length negligees, and stay-up stockings. All were of various colors and varied between sheer lace and just very sheer. All the negligees came with matching sheer panties. Some of the baby-dolls were full, some with a single fastening just below the breast so it gaped open in front, and some were open in back. All the floor-length were fastened just below the breast so it opened with any movement.
Another day, the guys took me into town for some shopping. I came away with several pair of high heels (four inch max. because of my height), sexy workout clothes, mini-skirts, dresses and blouses. One of the dresses was almost sheer enough to see through and I wondered where it could be worn. The longest skirt or dress was mid-thigh and several were only long enough to extend inches below my crotch and wouldn't even cover the tops of the stay-up stockings. They had something in mind for the future but were quiet. What was interesting to me was that they weren't spending their own money but the credit card they generally used for needs of the estate meaning Mr. W was approving of this.
So, with all this new sexy and revealing evening wear, I began appearing in them early in the evenings as we all relaxed after the day. The men all enjoyed seeing me around the house in next to nothing and I enjoyed the attention I received. Sometimes, I would even put on a floor-length gown for dinner complete with jewelry, stockings and heels. That look was encouraged by all three men and sometimes I even added heels when just wearing the baby-doll around the house.
Regardless of what kind of sexual attention I might have received during the day, and it was usually some amount with at least one of the guys at the estate with me, my visual teasing in the gowns at night often led to something additional even if only blow jobs.
I had finished cleaning up the kitchen and dishes (we took turns) and I changed into a floor-length sheer, pale blue gown and left the panties in my room. I grabbed the book I was reading and headed down the stairs in a pair of heels, which announced my approach on any of the hard floor surfaces. I read for an hour with another glass of wine, then went in search of someone. I didn't know what I was feeling and it could have been just a desire for quiet company.
I found Robert in the game room shooting pool. He and James were both pretty good and I wasn't. I understood it was just geometry, but knowing what to do and doing it were different things. I knew that when we played strip-pool, I was going to be naked quickly. Of course, when we played strip-pool, there was more planned than just to see me naked. Developing a fantasy of the barroom pool-table-top-gangbang was unavoidable after several repeats.
After one game with him (not strip, that would have meant only one miss), I found James in the media room watching some sports talk show. These guys still had a huge appetite for sports, especially football. I was a neophyte with most sports and I was afraid I would never advance beyond that in their minds, but I continued to try to retain what they explained to me.
After giving them both kisses in case I didn't see them before going to bed, I went back upstairs. Both of them had felt me up casually while we were together, which was now just part of our normal interaction. There wasn't any frustration or awkwardness. Subtly over time with them, I had become comfortably available to them. Although enticement and flirting continued, it wasn't a requirement to get into my body and we all enjoyed the variety of situations and encounters that that allowed.
This night, though, I was in search of something and it wasn't until I found Mr. W that I knew what it was. I stood in the doorway to the 'quiet room' where any of us could be to think, read, or listen to quiet music. Mr. W was engrossed in some book. He was on the couch, his back into the right corner of it, his shoes were on the floor where they fell, and legs stretched on the couch.
I knocked on the frame of the door, "Would I be bothering you, sir, if I came in?"
"Oh, Jolene, how wonderful. Please, come and sit with me." He turned his feet to the floor and patted the couch right next to him. As I stepped toward him with a big smile on my face, he said, "You look divine. But, when don't you? You know you are quite wicked to tease us this way, but you also know we enjoy it so." I giggled girlishly, which was quite a contrast with the way I was exposed. I sat and with his guidance I ended right next to him. His arm was around me as I cuddle into his shoulder. "Is everything okay?"
I turned my head and raised my lips for a kiss, which he readily gave me. "No, sir. Nothing like that. I just felt like being with you. Is that okay?"
"Of course, it is. I have to say you have wiggled into my protected world quite completely. I missed you while on my business trip." He hugged me tighter and his hand brushed my breast, which he pulled away quickly. I captured it before it moved too far and replaced it firmly on my breast. He is still old school in many ways and is the only one of my men who I usually had to seduce. But he relaxed quickly and gently fondled the breast in his hand. "How are you doing with all this? This has been a big change for you, I hope not too much so."
I wiggled a little into him and squeezed his hand into my breast. "Oh, sir, I don't know if I can express how wonderful I feel about my life now. You made it possible for me to realize what I thought was only a wish. I get to continue my work and I am only now seeing what a slut really can be like and I know I am only seeing the beginning. So ... thank you."
He thanked me in return. Our conversation became easy, talking about my progress, his most recent trip, and how the company was doing. I asked him how he was doing and he expressed some fatigue and tension from the trip. I asked him if I could give him a body massage that, even though we both knew it wasn't professional quality, it might help.
