My name is Deirdre but some of my friends call me Dee. I've been married to Ralph for several years. We met in our freshman year of college and we've been sweethearts ever since. We've thought about starting a family but decided to do some traveling and have some fun before we settle down to raise children.
I met my future husband at a party and was immediately attracted to his tall, slender frame and good looks under his nerdy glasses. It turns out he is a computer geek and a little shy. I think that's what I liked best about him was that he didn't give me a line of bullshit when we first met. He is nerdy but genuine, has a boyish grin about him, and is not bad looking. I could tell right away that I would have to be the one to start a conversation with him. We kept glancing at each other from across the room, we'd smile at one another but he'd look to the floor like he didn't know what to do next. I thought that was cute; challenging but cute. Once we started talking, it was like we had known each other for years.
We'd see each other around campus and he seemed as though he wanted to ask me out but didn't have the courage so one day I broke the ice and asked, "So, are you going to ask me out on a date or not?"
My boldness startled him and he stuttered a reply, "Uh, yeah, uh sure. I was going to ask you out but I figured a girl as pretty as you would probably never go out with me."
"Well, I won't go out with you unless you ask, silly boy."
Once we started dating, we stayed together throughout college and got married two years after we graduated once we finished grad school. He immediately got a great paying job working for a large software developer and I started working in the insurance industry.
Ralph always told me that when he first saw me, he knew I was the girl for him. He was attracted to my red hair, blue eyes, and nice figure. To this day, I still get a lot of guys checking me out or trying to get me into bed. Ralph likes the fact that I'm taller than the average woman with proportionate C-cup breasts, and a nice tight butt. I haven't turned thirty yet and am not afraid to show off my trim figure. Don't get me wrong, I don't dress slutty but I like tops that show some cleavage along with tight shorts or leggings to highlight my butt, or mini skirts to show off my well-defined legs.
My mom always said, "If you've got it, flaunt it because someday it will be gone," so I took her advice.
It doesn't bother Ralph at all that other guys turn their heads to watch me when I walk or try to stare down my blouse. He used to be insecure and jealous when we first met but once he realized I was his and his alone, he became more confident in our relationship. It has gotten to the point where he enjoys seeing other guys checking me out because it makes him proud that they are jealous of him for having such an attractive wife. It also allows me to innocently flirt with other guys at times. I've been known to lean forward a bit more when I know a guy is staring at my boobs or give my butt that little extra wiggle when we know a man is turning his head to watch me walk. If I'm feeling particularly sexy, especially after a few drinks, I might even casually cross and uncross my legs or leave them parted a bit so a guy can get a peek at my panties up my skirt.
When we are at the beach, I will wear a bikini with a cheeky or thong bottom to show off my ass. We'll find a spot near some single guys where I know I'll attract their attention. I have this little trick when I'm sunning myself too. I'll undo the straps of my bikini top so I don't get tan lines on my back when I'm laying on my stomach. At various times, I'll lift my head and reveal a good portion of my bare breasts to whoever may be looking. I may even accidentally let them see my nipples. I would never do that intentionally, of course, but accidents do happen. Sometimes Ralph will hear the comments guys make about my body and it turns us both on.
Sex with Ralph is decent. You wouldn't think a geeky guy would be good in bed but guys like that study how to please a woman. They probably jerk off a lot while they are "studying" but my husband knows his way around a woman's body better than most guys I've been with. Ralph is good at oral sex and oftentimes, uses a vibrator in my pussy while licking my clit which drives me wild. He's got an average-sized dick but it's thick and he knows how to control his orgasm to make himself last longer while we're fucking.
Ralph and I have experimented with costume play with his favorite with me dressing up like a slave girl while I like being a naughty student. We've done some light bondage and spankings too. I'll let him take me anally at times also. We're young, and having fun experimenting with our sexuality as a loving couple.
Seeing Ralph works in the computer industry, he works with a lot of other geeks who tend to be very shy. They also work from home a lot which seems to be a growing trend in the industry. However, the company also wants the employees to get to know one another so they organize a lot of social activities either at the office or after hours. While these off-hour socials aren't mandatory, everyone is strongly encouraged to attend. It helps bring people out of their shells and makes it easier to work with one another.
I like going with Ralph to these social events because I get a lot of stares from his shy co-workers. It's fun to wear a form-fitting short dress or tight leggings and a crop top. My husband will tell me when someone is checking me out and I'll drop something and bend over at the waist to pick it up to show off my ass or more of my cleavage. It's harmless fun and Ralph likes it because it makes his co-workers envious of him. He's even told me how several of them have asked him how he was able to hook a beautiful woman like me.
Almost from the first social event, it wasn't just Ralph's geeky friends that were attracted to me but also the V.P. of Ralph's department, Vinny. He is a tall, distinguished-looking, handsome man in his early 40s with salt-and-pepper dark hair and broad shoulders. Vinny's hair is perfectly cut and I could tell he had a hairy chest because some of it could be seen at the top of his shirt.
When I was first introduced to Vinny, he smiled broadly and he made no effort to hide the fact that his eyes were scanning my body. I was wearing a summer dress that revealed some of my cleavage and came to my mid-thigh.
His first comment was, "My goodness, Deirdre, you are a very attractive young lady. You're very lucky to have such a pretty wife, Ralph," as I felt him undressing me with his eyes.
It was strange to see a man be that blatant about staring at my female features but, to be honest, I felt a dampness in my pussy from his bold gaze. From that first time, Vinny always made an effort to make sure he always came up to me whenever he saw us and tell me how pretty I was. Do you know how sometimes you can feel someone's eyes on you? Well, there were times when I could feel Vinny looking at me from across the room. He'd smile at me when I looked over at him. I would politely smile back.
Sometimes, when Vinny was looking, I might bend over so he could check out my tight ass, or if I were sitting, I'd place my drink on the floor so my top could gape open to give Vinny a view at my hanging breasts. If I were wearing a skirt, I'd make sure he got some great views of my slender legs when I sat down. Naturally, Vinny wasn't the only person to notice when I played my little games.
After these social events, Ralph and I would usually have sex while talking about who was checking me out and how I was intentionally teasing one of his co-workers. When I couldn't make one of the socials, Ralph would tell me how Vinny noticed my absence and to be sure and tell me how he missed my presence. Ralph would tease me by telling me how Vinny had a crush on me.
One time, after Ralph had been at the company for a couple of years, Vinny greeted us and when he gave me what I thought was going to be a friendly hug, he let his hand drift over my ass. I didn't think too much of it at the time thinking it might be an inadvertent touch. However, from that point on, Vinny seemed to get a little more "handsy" with me whenever we were together.
He wasn't very obvious about his touching either. Sometimes it was touching my hips with a slide of his hand against my butt or he'd brush up against me as he was passing by. I never reacted to his touches which, I guess, he took as a sign of my approval of his actions. I wasn't too concerned until during one happy hour when I was wearing a pair of my favorite black leggings. I was standing at the bar waiting for the bartender to serve me a drink and Vinny came up behind me.
Vinny brushed against me as usual and I felt him give my ass cheek a firm squeeze which made me jump a bit and whispered in my ear, "You've got a damn nice ass, Deirdre."
He obviously caught me off guard and all I could muster up as a reply was, "Thank you," as I walked away with my drink.
You know how you always think of a better response later, well I thought I should have slapped his hand away and told him, "Don't ever do that again," but I didn't.
For the rest of the happy hour, whenever I made eye contact with Vinny, he'd give me a quick wink and an arrogant smirk. He knew I was helpless to say or do anything because he was Ralph's big boss who had control over his future with the company. All I could do it take one for the team as they say.
When I told Ralph about the incident later, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe you should talk to him about it or tell him not to touch me."
"I can't accuse the V.P. of touching my wife. He'll deny it and then what do I do?"
I was a little pissed off. Even though I understood my husband's predicament, I wished he would have been even a little upset or jealous, and willing to defend my honor. I decided the only option I had left was to be super careful around Vinny. I tried to rationalize it as a one-time thing. Maybe he had too much to drink and made an error in judgment. Maybe I was overreacting. I tried to put the whole thing out of my mind.
I hoped that was the end of it but I was sadly mistaken. Vinny only became bolder whenever I was around him. He read my silence as permission to continue and it became common for him to discreetly grope my ass whenever we were around one another.
These social events were once a month or every six weeks and usually a happy hour at a local bar with some finger foods so it's not like this was happening every week. I even began to skip these events but Vinny would let Ralph know I was missed. Vinny must have figured Ralph knew about his advances on me and Ralph's silence also served to give his boss tacit approval to continue with his unwanted touchings. I also became more discreet in the way I dressed for these events but it didn't matter. No matter how I dressed or how careful I was, Vinny always seemed to find a way to touch me somehow.
The company holiday party was a semi-formal dress affair and I wore a slinky low-cut red dress that snuggly fit my body. I knew my nipples might poke out through the top but didn't care. I wore black stockings and black ankle-strap heels. A gold necklace with a matching bracelet and earrings topped off my outfit. Ralph told me I looked phenomenal and would have all of his co-workers drooling over me.
Sure enough, when we walked in, I could see heads turning to check me out. Vinny rushed over to greet us and placed his hand on the top of my ass as he leaned to hug me and kiss me on the cheek.
As the night progressed with the drinks flowing, even a lot of the introverted workers were out on the dance floor. Ralph and I were also taking part in the festivities and I could feel Vinny's eyes on me as I shook my booty while dancing. When a slow song came on, Ralph was just about to take me into his arms when Vinny came along.
Vinny looked at Ralph and asked, "Can I dance with the prettiest woman in the room?"
Ralph didn't say anything and simply stepped aside as Vinny took me in his arms. I reluctantly put one hand on his shoulder while holding his other hand as we began to move to the music. We made small talk as we danced and I could see that his eyes kept darting toward my chest. It took me a minute to realize that when I raised my arm to place on Vinny's shoulder, the top of my dress opened and he could see my bare breast.
When Vinny realized I now knew what he was looking at, he said, "You have lovely breasts."
