Fucking my husband's way to the top...

Hi, I'm Stacey, I'd like to tell you a bit about me, and how I loosened up my square of a husband.

I'd always been frustrated by my Mike's inability to secure a promotion at work. So when he and I were invited to his boss's house for dinner I decided to make absolutely sure he didn't miss out again.

We'd been married for 11 years, but at 32 I was in the best shape of my life. I loved to work out every day, and spent my afternoons sunbathing besides our pool. Like all good Californian housewives I had long blonde hair, a year round tan and huge fake titties. I'd had my boob job as a fifth wedding anniversary present from my husband, and I loved them. Even now the novelty hasn't worn off and I love the attention I get from men. I guess I was lucky that my husband brought in enough money to keep us very comfortably. We both had brand new cars, and I never had to think twice about treating myself to all the cute little dresses and bikinis I wanted.

You'd think with my spoilt lifestyle I would be happy, but the reality was I was bored and frustrated. My husband was very caring and sweet, but I longed for more passion. We made love two or three times a week, and had gotten into a bit of a rut. I'd always been more adventurous sexually than him, and this was sometimes a source of arguments between us. Whilst he was out at work I watched quite a lot of porn, and was desperate to try some of the things I'd seen online. However he continued to turn me down, and I found my self getting dangerously frustrated.

One Thursday I awoke as usual and went to make Mike's breakfast. I'd bought a cute little nightie, and was really hoping Mike would notice. I had vague fantasies about him lifting me up on the counter and fucking me right then and there in the kitchen. The nightie was pink satin, very short and came with a matching thong. Without a bra underneath my tits looked amazing, they were perky as only fake tits can be, and the nipples were very visible through the thin fabric. I loved catching glimpses of myself in the mirror, from the back I could see that it really didn't cover my ass at all, and from the front you could see a little glimpse of the silky pink thong underneath.

Whilst Mike was in the shower the doorbell rang, and without thinking I went to answer it. At the door was a delivery guy with a package for me. He looked me up and down in my sexy pink night dress, his eyes lingering on my tits. Embarrassed he mumbled something about signing and to my delight promptly dropped the pen. Loving every minute of it I bent over to pick it up showing him my entire ass, with the tiny pink thong nestled between my tanned cheeks. As I stood back up I realised bending had made my tits very nearly fall out of the dress and I saw his eyes staring even more. As I closed the door behind him I was buzzing. I couldn't believe how much I'd enjoyed showing off to a total stranger. What a rush to have shown him my ass, and my barely covered tits. I felt like such a slut, and it felt good.

When Mike finally finished getting dressed he rushed down the stairs and straight out the house yelling that he was late. Somehow I wasn't sorry, he probably wouldn't have noticed my new nightie anyway. That day I knew I had various errands to run which would have normally been a chore, but after my run in with the delivery guy I was buzzing and full of energy. I raced upstairs to choose an outfit for the day. Usually I wear jeans and a t-shirt or tank top, fairly run of the mill stuff. However I was already so horny I picked out a little white mini dress.

I'd bought it online some time ago and never worn it as it was far too small. I pulled it on and checked myself out in the mirror. The dress was very see through, and with no bra my nipples were clearly visible. At the back it barely covered my ass, and you could clearly see my little pink thong through the thin fabric. The thought of showing myself in public in this dress was making me very wet. Still staring at myself in the mirror I reached a hand down between my legs and moved the thong to one side. My pussy was very wet and swollen already. Gently I pushed two fingers inside and stroked my G-spot.

It certainly looked hot in the mirror, I pulled the fingers out and slowly moved them to my clit. Slowly slowly at first I made gentle little circles around that sweet spot. Gradually increasing the pressure, I moved my legs a little further apart to give myself more room to work. Moving my hand faster and faster I could feel my climax building inside me...

Suddenly the phone rang. Irritated I paused my stroking, hand still on my pussy I waited for the ringing to stop. Eventually it went to the machine and I heard Mike's voice, "Stacey are you there? Pick up honey.."

Very irritated I went to the phone, and Mike proceeded to explain that he needed me to bring in an important file he'd left at home. Usually I'd have been annoyed at Mike for making me traipse in to his office, but today, in my little white dress, I was excited.

I finished my look off with some big hoop earrings, and killer heels. Months of lackluster sex and frustration had made me so horny, I was determined to get Mike's attention whatever it took. And if I attracted anyone else's attention that was just a bonus.

Teetering in to Mike's office clutching the file under one arm I saw a few heads turn my way. The office was large and open plan, and the workforce almost exclusively male. I walked confidently down the aisle between the desks, looking for Mike. I smiled at a couple of guys I recognized and they gawped back at me open mouthed.

As I walked I could feel the tight dress riding up, and was fairly sure that my ass cheeks were on show at the back. Not that it made much difference as it was see through anyway. In the chilly AC my nipples were like bullets and stood out proudly through the flimsy material. As I walked I was aware of my swollen pussy lips sliding against each other; my little satin panties were soaked. Part of me wanted to rush, but I made myself slow down, I wanted everyone in the place to get a good look at Mike's slut of a wife.

When I reached Mike's desk he had his back to me, and was deep in conversation with a guy I didn't recognize. He looked to be in his 50's, tall, and muscular, may be ex military I wondered. He seemed to be giving Mike a bit of a dressing down, and I heard Mike apologizing, "look I'm really sorry, I'm sure she'll be here with the file any second."

"Ahem," I coughed. "Are you boys looking for this? I came as quick as I could." And I handed the file to the older guy. Mike turned around and his chin literally hit his chest. The older guy grinned at me, and painstakingly slowly looked me up and down, I could see him taking in every detail.

"Well you must be Mike's wife, I'm Daniel, Mike's boss. May I say darlin' you are absolutely beautiful." He paused, and then shaking his head, "beautiful, I don't know where Mike's been hiding you all these years, but he sure kept you quiet. I tell you what, why don't you both come over to mine for dinner on Saturday night?"

I looked at Mike, who was still gawking like a guppy fish, "we'd love that Daniel, we really would. Well I'll leave you too to your workin' and see you on Saturday." And with that I turned on my heel and strode out. Every eye in the place followed me to the door, and the room was filled with stunned silence as it slammed behind me.

I climbed back into my car, and finally could breath again. What an amazing experience. I couldn't believe the looks on those guys faces. I wondered what 'dinner' on Saturday would involve. Lord knows what Daniel would expect of me, did he just want to look, or did he want to touch too? As I wondered I slipped a hand down between my thighs and into my wet pussy. There in the parking lot of my husbands office I rubbed my little clit until I exploded with the fiercest orgasm I'd had in many many months. Grinning to myself, and slipping a little in the puddle of pussy juice on the leather seat, I drove myself home.