“Dominique, I can see your bra and panties right through that dress!” exclaimed Walter with a laugh.
“So, what’s wrong with that?” asked Dominique, striking a pose with her hands on her hips and her nose in the air.
“Why, uh, isn’t it a bit immodest?” asked Walter, his nerve faltering.
“Well, since you aren’t interested in me sexually anymore, maybe I can convince other men to give me some attention,” sniffed Dominique, bending over to adjust her stockings.
“Now, darling, that’s not fair,” protested Walter, admiring his wife’s shapely legs. “You know I find you attractive.”
“Please spare me, darling,” sighed Dominique. “I am sick of your limp excuses. Maybe getting a bit of competition from other men will make you appreciate me more.”
“Competition?” asked Walter nervously, feeling his shoulder slump back to his normal slouching posture. “You are a married woman, you can’t just go around, uh, flirting with other men.”
“Oh can’t I?” asked Dominique, drawing herself upright and fixing Walter with a piercing glare. “And just who do you think you are, to tell me what I can and cannot do?” she demanded imperiously.
Walter cowered under her fierce gaze and held up his hand defensively, “Now darling, please, calm yourself. Of course, you are your own woman and can certainly do as you please. But, but, isn’t it, uh, improper to go out dressed like this?”
“I’ll tell you what’s improper!” snapped Dominique, shaking her finger in Walter’s face. “It’s improper for a man to neglect his wife sexually. When’s the last time you gave me a proper fucking?”
“Now darling, please, let’s not get into this again,” sighed Walter.
“Ok, let’s not,” agreed Dominique with a smirk. “Please go grab my coat and let’s go then, shall we?”
Walter looked his wife up and down with her sexy body on display in her provocative outfit and gulped in trepidation. “Yes, dear,” he said wearily, and scurried off to do her bidding.
Once they arrived at the bar, Dominique sent Walter off to retrieve their drinks and then they sat together at a table, surveying the crowd.
“Ok, so who should I go flirt with? Do you see any likely candidates?” asked Dominique, sipping her martini and twirling her foot excitedly.
“Darling, please, this is really inappropriate,” said Walter, taking a slug of his drink to calm his nerves. He noticed men staring unabashedly at his wife’s body in her see-through dress and it made him uncomfortable. He was too embarrassed to admit to himself that he found it arousing as well.
“Don’t be such a baby,” she scolded. “Don’t you want me to be fulfilled sexually?”
“Err, actually, it seems that the manly thing to do would be to put a stop to this nonsense and take you home right now,” said Walter, holding up one finger in objection.
Dominique laughed right in Walter’s face. “Well we both know you aren’t man enough for that, so why don’t you get back to the problem at hand and help me pick out a likely stud.”
Walter sniffed in displeasure, but said nothing and crossed his arms in dissatisfaction.
“Don’t pout, darling, just drink your martini and try to be a good sport, will you?” sighed Dominique wearily.
“Yes dear,” consented Walter, uncrossing his arms and finishing off his drink.
“Oh, look at those two by the bar,” cooed Dominique excitedly, pointing to two muscular young men in jeans and t-shirts with bulging biceps and wearing their sunglasses on the back of their necks. “Look how big their arms are! So macho!”
“Good god, Dominique,” laughed Walter. “You hate it when men wear their sunglasses that way. You are always calling those fellows douchebags.”
“Yes, well, perhaps I’ve been too hasty,” said Dominique, putting a finger in her mouth. “Come along, I’m going to go introduce myself.”
“Oh my God,” moaned Walter as he trailed after his wife awkwardly.
“Hello, boys,” said Dominique, sidling up alongside the two burly young men at the bar and putting one foot back against the bar’s footrest so that her knee was extended outward. “What does a girl have to do to get a guy to buy her a drink around here?”
“Whoa, hello there, mama,” said the first fellow, looking Dominique’s body up and down. His gaze lingered on her stockinged thigh jutting out and he reached out impetuously and gripped her thigh in his big meaty hand causing Dominique to gasp in surprise. “I’ll buy you a drink, but what are you going to do for me?”
“Err, please watch your language, that’s my wife you’re talking to,” said Walter, holding up a finger in protest.
“Oh, I don’t mind a little salty language. I like my men a little rough around the edges,” cooed Dominique, leaning back further against the bar and spreading her legs slightly. “What do you want me to do in exchange for a drink?”
The two young men glanced down at Dominique’s panties, peeking out from beneath the hem of her short translucent dress and broke out laughing.
“Wait a minute,” laughed the first fellow, clapping his big mitts together and flexing his massive arms. “Why are you letting your wife dress and act like a filthy whore, my man?” he asked Walter.
“Well I can hardly stop her, she is very wilful,” admitted Walter with a shrug. “She claims that I haven’t been, uh, satisfying her properly, so she came up with this crazy idea of flirting with other men.”
“Wow, that’s pretty harsh,” said the second fellow staring at Dominique’s breasts.
“My eyes are up here, young man,” purred Dominique.
“I’m not looking at you eyes, I’m looking at your tits,” he replied with a laugh. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll buy you a drink if you lose the bra. Let’s see how transparent that dress really is.”
“Oh, you naughty boy,” cried Dominique, blushing slightly. “You are just terrible.”
“No tits, no drink,” replied the second fellow simply and his buddy poked him in the ribs in merriment.
“I’m drinking martinis,” replied Dominique, putting her nose in the air haughtily. Walter just stared at his wife in surprise and said nothing.
“I’m Chet, and this is my buddy, Brad,” said the first fellow while Brad ordered Dominique a drink and paid for it.
“I’m Dominique and this is my husband Walter,” said Dominique accepting the drink with a nod.
“Err, yes, hello then,” mumbled Walter over his shoulder as he ordered himself another drink.
“So what do you two boys do for a living?” asked Dominique, peeking at Chet’s well-muscled chest over the rim of her glass.
“Yeah, uh, fuck the small talk, whore, you got your drink, it’s time to lose the bra,” said Chet pointing at Dominique’s chest.
“Well, I didn’t actually agree to that bargain,” said Dominique, putting her hands over her boobs self consciously.
“The fuck you didn’t, you’re slurping down my booze right now and I want to see those knockers,” blurted Brad. “Grab her hands, Chet. I’ll unsnap her bra.”
Dominique squealed in protest as Chet deftly snagged Dominique by both wrists, pinning them together in front of herself. “Walter, make them stop!” cried Dominique, giggling in spite of herself.
“Well, uh, isn’t this what you had in mind?” asked Walter, relishing the sight of his wife caught helpless in the forceful embrace of this young jock. He noticed Brad fumbling at the back of Dominique’s dress. “Err, that bra fastens in the front,” he offered helpfully.
“Oh, thanks, brah,” said Brad, reaching around and unhooking the front of Dominique’s bra right through her thin dress while she squirmed ineffectually in Chet’s iron grip.
“Walter, how could you?” she gasped as her bra fell open, allowing her generous bosoms to swing free. They was plainly visible through the sheer dress and her nipples stiffened in the cool breeze. Her squawks attracted attention and soon a small crowd of men formed around them, ogling Domini
que’s lovely chest.
“She’s got a nice pair for an older slut, I’ll grant her that,” grunted Brad, releasing Dominique’s wrists while the men in the crowd chuckled and murmured amongst themselves.
“Why, I never!” cried Dominique, covering her nipples with her hands in indignation. “And you!” she cried turning to Walter. “Some husband you are! Letting these hooligans manhandle me like that.”
“Well you did ask me to be a good sport about this,” said Walter smiling into his drink.
“Quit your bitching, you didn’t dress in that slutware to lead a prayer service tonight,” said Chet. “Fucking loosen up and let em swing.”
“Chet, you really should learn to treat a lady with more respect,” said Dominique, lowering her hands and grabbing her drink so she could take a big gulp.
“Yeah, I will keep that in mind,” he said, reaching out boldly and gripping her boobs with both hands. The crowd made a show of surprise at his audacity.
“Hey!” she cried, slapping his hand away. “No touching.”
“Ah, don’t be so cold, you know want it,” said Chet.
“I most certainly do not, I was just trying to be friendly,” said Dominique, sipping her drink. “And your repay me by manhandling me like a piece of meat. She eyed the growing bulge in Chet’s pants with interest.
“Yeah, I got some meat for ya,” said Chet, grabbing her hand and putting on his crotch. She tried to struggle at first but quickly relented.
“Oh my God,” exclaimed Dominique as she pinched Chet’s cock through his pants. “You are quite a healthy young man aren’t you?”
“Fuck dude, she is totally going to town on your jock!” laughed Brad, while the crowd of men jostled each other to get a better view of Dominique’s boobs while she squeezed Chet’s penis.
“Walter, you want me to fuck your wife real quick so she quits pestering you?” asked Chet.
“Well, it won’t help me any, but it does seem as though that was her plan,” admitted Walter, a little annoyed at how his wife was fondling this young man’s penis right in front of him.
“I think I should have some say in this matter, young man,” breathed Dominique, but she never released her grip on Chet’s cock. The more she squeezed it the bigger and stiffer it got. “My god you are big,” she whispered in spite of herself.
“Yeah, here, check this out,” said Chet, grabbing Dominique by the hips forcefully and spinning her around so that her ass was pressed up against his crotch.
“Walter, do me a favor and come pull your wife’s panties down for me,” grunted Chet as he unzipped his fly and prodded Dominique in the rear with his hardon. The crowd of men watching broke out in nervous laughter.
“You will do no such thing,” snapped Dominique, but she didn’t try to struggle out of Chet’s control as he gripped her hips and nudged her from behind with his dong.
“Do it, Walter, she totally has it coming,” coaxed Brad, fingering his own crotch as he watched his buddy getting ready to dog Dominique in front of the circle of strangers.
Walter looked around at the lustful faces all around who were gazing at his wife’s bouncing boobs and then looked at his wife, as she struggled to control her arousal and fixed Walter with a menacing glare. “Well, you will probably thank me in the morning for this,” said Walter with a sigh and he strode forward and pulled his wife’s panties down to her knees. The crowd gave a lecherous growl as Dominique’s bush became visible through her transparent dress.
“Walter, I can’t believe, oh god,” gasped Dominique, interrupted mid-tirade as Chet managed to wriggle his cock into her from behind.
“Yeah, you feeling that?” he asked her, bending her forward slightly at the waist so that he could thrust himself a little deeper inside her from behind.
“Oh yes, I feel it,” panted Dominique, her cheeks flushed bright red, and her eyes glassy with arousal. Chet maintained his grip on her thighs and started banging her from behind while the crowd looked on in fascination as her big boobs bounced up and down in time to his thrusts. Walter felt his own cock stiffen painfully at the sight of his wife getting sexually owned in public. He felt guilty about it, but had to admit that it was wonderful to see her humiliated like this.
Suddenly the crowd parted and a big bouncer showed up. “Ok, what’s going on here?” he demanded, then stopped short and stared at Dominique’s jiggling tits.
“Nothing, we are just grinding to the music,” panted Chet as he dogged Dominique without pause.
“Grinding?” asked the bouncer skeptically.
“It’s a dance,” offered Brad with a smirk.
“I know what grinding is, asshole,” replied the bouncer. “But that looks more like fucking.”
“How dare you suggest such a thing,” panted Dominique, struggling to put on an air of superiority while Chet pounded away at her mercilessly. “I am deeply offended! You can’t go around insulting a lady’s honor like that. It’s simply preposterous.”
“Err, sorry ma’am,” stammered the bouncer, taken aback by Dominique’s high-handed tone. “I guess I just, uh, nevermind. I will let you two, uh, dance then.” And he turned and scurried away while the crowd snickered at his retreating figure.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” cried Chet as he pumped faster and faster.
“Yes, yes, do me,” moaned Dominique, putting a hand between her legs so that she could masturbate herself.
“I’m pumping a load up inside your wife, Walter, hope you don’t mind,” grunted Chet.
“Uh, yes, that’s to be expected. Carry on,” muttered Walter, nursing his hardon while he watched his domineering wife getting owned by a frat boy in front of a group of strangers.
“Oh, yeah, your wife is a filthy whore, you know that?” groaned Chet, pushing Dominique aside roughly, eliciting a squawk of protest. Walter stepped forward to catch her from falling over since her panties were tangled around her ankles.
“Why you ungrateful little swine, how dare you insult me like that?” cried Dominique, her face slick with sweat and her hair a mess from getting fucked. Walter patiently held her arm while she struggled to pull her panties back up.
“I call them like I see them,” replied Chet smugly as he zipped up his fly while Brad chortled in merriment.
The crowd slowly dispersed as Dominique corralled her boobs together and resnapped her bra.
“Well, I’ve had enough of this boorish crowd. Take me home, Walter,” said Dominique resuming her snooty tone and putting her nose back in the air.
“Yes, dear,” agreed Walter, leading her out of the bar by her arm. He noticed Dominique’s face reddening as people pointed and sniggered at her from all sides. He was ashamed to feel a bit of glee at his wife’s mortification, but he was careful to suppress a smile.
“Ugh, I have never been so humiliated in all my life!” cried Dominique during the car ride home. “How could you let those ruffians use me like that?”
“I’m sorry, darling. I thought that’s what you wanted,” said Walter, pressing his lips together to keep from grinning. “You certainly seemed to enjoy the shagging he gave you.”
“I certainly did not,” she sniffed in response. “He was a crass beast.”
“Well, better luck next time, then,” said Walter as they pulled into the driveway.
“Next time?” asked his wife, putting her finger in her mouth as she contemplated the idea of trying that again.
Girlfriend Flirts with Boyfriend’s Father
I was living at home right after I graduated from college and I was dating this girl Brittany at the time. She was a little wild though and I had a hard time dealing with her.
This one time my mom was out of town visiting her sister and Brittany came over to visit and have some beers. It was a hot summer day and we were drinking by the pool and my dad was in his lawn chair, reading the paper under a shady tree nearby.
“It’s so nice out, I want to go swimming,” said Brittany stretching luxuriously and looking cute
in her sunglasses.
“Did you bring your swimsuit?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“Well I guess you aren’t swimming then,” I laughed.
“Can’t I just swim in my underwear?” she asked, pulling her sunglasses down and peeking over at my dad as he read the paper.
“Fuck, what, in front of my dad?” I asked. The idea made me nervous.
“What, are you afraid, he’ll get a stiffy if he sees me in my underwear?” she asked with a devilish grin.
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