janine4you
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- Jul 14, 2002
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IC: So my husband has been encouraging me, ever since we were married, to dress sexy every time we go out. Especially if we're on vacation or out of town. He likes it when men look at me and he says I owe it to them to look back. So I do it. Tight, see-through, deep cuts, I've dressed up a lot of ways for him. I love it when those heads turn. I've let him use his hands on me on the dance floor: squeeze my ass, pull my skirt up to show no panities, cup my breast, even slip his hand in a satiny blouse to play with my nipple; all to attact a little more attention.
So one time recently, when it was a little anniversary of when we'd started this in earnest, he sent me a package. It arrived about two hours after he'd gone to work. It was actually the sexiest, strappiest outfit I'd ever imagined, and there was a note daring me to meet him that night in a Club downtown in the city we lived in. I had never done much of this so close to where I might be recognized. But I was very turned on, especially realizing I would have to dress up at home and show off all the way into the city to meet him.
Maybe I'll hear from someone about that little trip, because it was a doozy.
For now, I'll move on the the point that I actually do arrive at the Club dressed as he requested (being vague here so you guys can describe me!) and find that it is a couples/partyhour/go go bar with an number of other women in very revealing outfits. The go go girls prowled for tips with bare breasts and very tiny g-strings. They approached the couples as well as the men who were alone. Often the women gave the dancer's their tips, between the breasts or under the string.
I step into the place and pause under a recessed lamp on the edge of the floor... It really picks up the bare cleavage, the tips of my nipples under the gossamer fabric. Yes, a few are watching now. Good. I smile, don't want them to forget about me later.
I look around for my husband, Ed. A hand goes up and I saunter over to that table, picking up a few more watchers on the way. Then I see that there's another person at the table. Strong, muscular. I can't believe it. Will, a friend of Ed's from work. He's been over a few times, and I remember flirting with him. Nothing happened though, but we upped the ante a few times. I let a few blouse buttons open one time and the last two times we slipped in a few goodnight kisses that took their time.
But what was Ed doing with this whole set-up? Will is holding a beer and smiling, gazing at my breasts, my legs. So is Ed.
A lot of people are dancing. The sound system is real good.
OC: This is wide-open. I put men and women both into the Club. I'm looking especially for two men, Ed and Will. But other witnesses, as they say, are material.
So one time recently, when it was a little anniversary of when we'd started this in earnest, he sent me a package. It arrived about two hours after he'd gone to work. It was actually the sexiest, strappiest outfit I'd ever imagined, and there was a note daring me to meet him that night in a Club downtown in the city we lived in. I had never done much of this so close to where I might be recognized. But I was very turned on, especially realizing I would have to dress up at home and show off all the way into the city to meet him.
Maybe I'll hear from someone about that little trip, because it was a doozy.
For now, I'll move on the the point that I actually do arrive at the Club dressed as he requested (being vague here so you guys can describe me!) and find that it is a couples/partyhour/go go bar with an number of other women in very revealing outfits. The go go girls prowled for tips with bare breasts and very tiny g-strings. They approached the couples as well as the men who were alone. Often the women gave the dancer's their tips, between the breasts or under the string.
I step into the place and pause under a recessed lamp on the edge of the floor... It really picks up the bare cleavage, the tips of my nipples under the gossamer fabric. Yes, a few are watching now. Good. I smile, don't want them to forget about me later.
I look around for my husband, Ed. A hand goes up and I saunter over to that table, picking up a few more watchers on the way. Then I see that there's another person at the table. Strong, muscular. I can't believe it. Will, a friend of Ed's from work. He's been over a few times, and I remember flirting with him. Nothing happened though, but we upped the ante a few times. I let a few blouse buttons open one time and the last two times we slipped in a few goodnight kisses that took their time.
But what was Ed doing with this whole set-up? Will is holding a beer and smiling, gazing at my breasts, my legs. So is Ed.
A lot of people are dancing. The sound system is real good.
OC: This is wide-open. I put men and women both into the Club. I'm looking especially for two men, Ed and Will. But other witnesses, as they say, are material.