To: All My Net Friends
From: SeeShow
Subj: Sometimes it's tough for an older man to keep up with a
younger woman. Here's some e-mail received from a woman who's
husband was smart enough to find a solution to that problem. I call
this "DRESSING LIKE A SLUT FOR MY MAN"

Jim, my husband has the same name as you but I call him James. I'm
twenty-two years old and a little more than one-half my husband's
age. James swept me off my feet when I was only eighteen years old.
I went for his mature looks and smooth lines. Our courtship was
filled with romance and sex. They say that women reach their sexual
peak at age 25. Holy shit! I'm already as hot as a firecracker on
the 4th of July. What will I be like in three more years.

But recently, I was a little concerned about James.  When we first
got married  (three years ago) his sexual drive matched mine, but
here a while back he seemed to lose some interest. In order to get
him more sexually aroused I started wearing very sexy clothes around
the house. It worked so well that today, I dress like a slut all the
time. Let me tell you how I progressed to this stage of sexy
dressing.

Although I occasional enjoyed showing off my 36D-25-36 figure, with
mini- skirts, and skimpy blouses, I have now gone to the extreme to
keep James's sexual interest stirred. My skirts are now micro-mini
length and my blouses are either see-through or very low cut to
expose the maximum amount of cleavage that I can. It has really
worked as my man is now just about always sporting a big boner when
he looks at me. The really funny thing is that James doesn't get the
least bit jealous of me wearing my sexy outfits when he's not
around. He tells me how proud he is to have me show off to other
men. As a matter of fact he is the one that encouraged me to go
without panties and bra.

Just a couple of weeks ago I was at the office when he called from
home. He told me he was getting horny thinking of the sexy black
mini-dress outfit that I wore to work that morning. Then he promised
to be even hornier when I got home, if he could imagine me without
my black panties on. I told him that he'd have to imagine it because
there was no way I could remove my panties without allowing the men
in the office a glimpse of my slit. My dress was a full 6" above my
knees and I had no modesty shield on my desk. James insisted that if
I wanted a good fuck that night I should go the ladies room, remove
my panties and place them in my purse.

The thought of James's stiff prick and the wicked possibility of
being seen by some of the men was all the catalyst I needed to
immediately put James's suggestion into action. I spent a good deal
of the day standing and I don't think anybody really got to see up
my dress to my uncovered pussy. Never the less, just thinking about
the fact that I didn't have my panties on made me feel sexy. The
possibility that someone might want to look up there made me feel
really wicked.

On the sub-way home I tried to make sure my legs were crossed so
that no one could see my pussy. But several times I could have sworn
that some guy was peeking up my legs, but I couldn't be sure.

When I got home I was dripping pussy juice down my legs, and James
and I attacked each other as I walked in the door. We fucked the
night away all the while discussing my new found freedom and more
ways for me to go without underwear, as well as how little clothing
I could get away with not wearing. We decided that I would wear as
little clothing as possible, at home, at work, out shopping in the
malls, at the beach, out dining or at parties. In other words, we
agreed I would dress as sexy as possible ALL of the time.

At home I was to wear a see-through negligee top, high heels and
nothing else. If a man came to visit or a salesman I agreed I would
answer the door, lounge around in my sexy nightwear, and not put on
some false act of modesty.  After all it was our house and no one
could arrest me for indecent exposure.  I have already described my
dress for work; extremely short skirts or dresses, very low cut
sweaters or dresses, translucent blouses, high heels, nylons with
elastic tops (never pantyhose) and of course never panties or bras.
I was to wear the same type clothes when I went out to the mall or
some day time activity away from home. At night time, for dinning
out or theater, I agreed to wear only the sexiest of "Frederick's of
Hollywood" type dresses, the kind were half my breasts were exposed
or slits all the way to my pussy, or very exposed side cut out
panels, etc., ultra high heels, exposed garter belts, silky colored
nylons, a lot of eye shadow, heavy red lipstick, fake long eyelashes
and fake long red nails and other heavy make up to make me look as
much like a street whore as possible.

In short I would dress as a slut at all times and to my surprise
James wanted me to act the part as well. He told me to encourage
guys to look and feel me too. He didn't care what slutty things I
did as long as I told him all the juicy details about it.

The very next day was the first cool day of Fall and I selected a
low-cut blouse, and a matching mini-skirt. I placed on my recent
birthday present of garter belt, silky nylon stockings and extra
high heels. I took  extra time in doing my nails, makeup and hair
prior to calling a cab.
 
The cool early Fall air hit my breasts as I walked out to the cab,
making my nipples erect and very taunt against the flimsy silk
blouse. The cabby couldn't keep his eyes off my tits as I walked
toward him and entered into his cab. As James would have wanted I
didn't act put-off by his stares at my tits. Instead I smiled at him
as I slid into the seat, acknowledging that I was aware of his
leering but that I enjoyed it. I even managed to lick my lips in a
very sexy manner for him.

When I got to work I couldn't wait to call James and tell him about
the cabby and other men who took long meaningful stares at my
breasts or tried to sneak peeks up my skirt. When I told him how
much I enjoyed playing back to these men with stares and smiles of
my own, he told me he had taken out his cock and was playing with it
in his office, hoping no one would walk in on him right then. I was
so hot when I hung up that I had to go to the Lady's room and
masturbate. Something I had never done before! I was truly beginning
to enjoy my newly found sexual freedom and the fact that my
encouragement of other men's sexual solicitation was so exciting to
my husband. This was truly like having your cake and eating it too.

All this first occurred about nine months ago, and now I own very
few pairs of panties, and all of those are of the crotchless, or see
through types. My bras now are either the type that push up my tits
to their fullest cleavage or have the nipples cut out all together.
As we discussed that night, I wear my mini's and split skirts for
all occasions and I own a large collection of silk and lacy blouses
and low cut sweaters to titillate the men. Truthfully, I have often
had my ass pinched on the sub-way. the really nice benefit is that I
never have to worry anymore about getting a seat since some horny
guy will always take the chance that he'll get to see down my blouse
or sweater at my uncovered nipples as he stands over me, and usually
he's correct. When I see them looking down my blouse I just smile
and try to bend over to give them an even better view.

The really neat thing is that James loves me to talk about the looks
I get, and the guys that `accidentally' touch me, and I love the
attention he pays me, and of course the attention I get from the
appreciative males. I noticed that a couple of guys in the office,
my boss included, were getting fairly adept at squeezing past me in
the narrow aisle in the copy room and coping a good long feel in the
process. It occurred to me that what happens if one of these guys is
not satisfied with a good long feel and wants more? What if I want
more from some good-looking stud?

I confessed my thoughts to James one night while we were making
love. To my surprise he continued fucking me without a beat and told
me that provided I never turned him down, that he wouldn't mind
sharing me, especially if I would tell him all the juicy details of
any sex I had with someone else.

So that was it then, James was not only turned on by my sexy dress,
but was juiced up at the thought of me having sex with another man.
Funny thing is I know I couldn't share him, but here he was telling
me he was willing to share me, as long as I never refused him. God,
I just loved him for it and knew we had a special relationship.
Before our night of love making was over James told me that if I
really wanted to have sex with someone at the office it ought to be
my boss. First, he was married and therefore it wouldn't lead to
anything romantic. Second, since he was my boss he could grant me
faster raises and promotions if I pleased him sexually; even if he
wasn't he'd be afraid I might blackmail him with his wife. And
lastly, and most important to me, I found him to be very good
looking.

It didn't take long for my desires to make it with my boss to be
tested. As a matter of fact the very next day, I was in the copy
room when something jammed inside the machine. I had to bend over to
see what the problem was and remove the jammed paper. I was so busy,
I didn't notice my boss entering the room. I backed away from the
machine, without straightening up, just as Frank, my boss, decided
to pat my ass in the skin tight spandex pants I was wearing. I
backed right into his hand, and his fingers came to rest on my cunt
lips, spread from the material of my slacks. I let out a little
yelp, more from the surprise of finding someone in the room than the
pleasure of his touch.

He excused himself, admitting that he was going to pat my ass, but
not realizing that my backing up was going to allow him full access
to my `private parts' as he put it. I told him that it was alright.
Then as I quickly remembered my talk with James last night, I added
that is was really more than alright and even if he really didn't
mean as much by it as happened that I really enjoyed it. He looked a
little surprised and pleased as I said this to him. Then, I told him
that I'd have to bend over once more to get my copies out of the
machine and to let me know this time if he intended to feel me up so
it didn't come as a surprise to me, and so I didn't let out a yell
that someone else could hear. He gave me a sexy wink and said, "You
did feel real good by accident; I wonder how it might feel by
design."

With that I bent over placing my ass firmly against his hand,
knowing what was going to come next. I wasn't disappointed as his
finger slid onto my cunt- lips. It felt really good and my body
visibly shuttered right from my stomach to my pussy. He knew I
wouldn't object and he gently pushed his finger further between my
cunt-lips giving my ass-cheeks a squeeze with the rest of his
fingers. God it felt good! Then, before I could really get the full
sex thrill out of his fingers all over my pants clad ass and pussy
he indicated that this was too public a place and asked me to come
to his office in a little while.

Fortunately for me I had a change of clothes in my desk drawer. I
wanted to be even sleazier than in my spandex pants and I didn't
want his fingers to be impeded by any clothing, if in fact that was
what he had in mind. I took my copies to my desk, got my skimpy
black leather mini-dress and nylons from my desk and whisked off to
the Lady's room foe a quick change.
 
I wasn't sure if he had changed his mind about making further
advances on me, but I was encouraged when I entered his office and
he asked me to close the door behind me. Still I was concerned that
he might have had a change of heart and was about to lecture me
about the office not being the proper place to look and act so sexy.

As he sat in his chair he complimented me on my quick change of
cloths and told me I looked even sexier than before. I was beginning
to feel a sigh of relive that he wouldn't admonish me for my forward
behavior with him, when he dropped the pen that he had been holding.

"Please pick that up, would you Linda?" I knew then what was on his
mind and my heart skipped a beat knowing he wanted to play some more
`grab-ass' with me. I turned my back to him as I bent over at the
waist to pick up his carefully dropped pen. From the shortness of my
skirt and the position  he was sitting I knew he could see all the
way up dress to my exposed ass and already dampening pussy.
Fortunately, I didn't have to wait any longer because he placed his
hot hand on my ass. I eased my legs a little further apart to allow
him better access to my pussy. He responded by using three fingers
to fondle my throbbing pussy lips. Like a wanton slut, I leaned back
into his hand and he reached around to grab my left tit with his
left hand, squeezing it almost as much as he was squeezing my cunt.
I straightened up and leaned back into him, letting him take
advantage of my body and loving every second of it.

It didn't take him long to get his hand under my blouse and onto my
bare chest, and he moved his hand around in front while fingering my
clit with his other hand. I orgasmed right then, squeezing my thighs
around his wrist and clasping his hand to my tit.
 
With my back still toward his front, I reached back and felt his big
cock trough his pants as he nuzzled his face against my neck. I
turned my face toward him so that he could stick his tongue into my
open and waiting mouth as I unzipped him and released his cock meat
from it's confinement. It felt good to take the initiative by
grabbing his cock in my hand. Up until now I had allowed him to make
all the moves, but it was now my turn to be brazen. My husband would
have been proud of me, I thought, and it was a shame he wasn't here
to enjoy seeing his wife act as slutty as I was dressed these days.

I leaned forward again, resting my elbows on his desk and pulled my
skirt up for easy access to my juicing gash. He immediately got the
hint and spread my cheeks so that he could give it to me doggy
style. For a second, I didn't know if he was going to stick it in my
ass or pussy, then I felt his cock enter my wet cunt with a quick
and smooth motion. It was heaven! The first new cock in my pussy for
years, but I knew it would be one of many to come if I was going to
keep my crazy husband happy.

At the time, I thought that it was almost too bad he didn't shove it
to the hilt up my ass, that's how horny I felt. Oh well, we can save
it for later. Right then I was just enjoying his cock moving in and
out of my sopping cunt to think about much of anything else except
how good it felt and how much my James would get off on all this
when I told him about it that night.  Frank got me off twice before
he emptied his balls into me, burning me with the heat of his jism
and setting off still another orgasm for me. As I held him to me,
his cock softened inside me and he gently kissed my neck and ears
before pulling it out of me.

Just then Frank's secretary buzzed on the intercom and announced she
had some papers for Frank to sign. Thank God she waited until we
were finished copulating before buzzing. Frank had me leave by the
side entrance to his office that led to an empty office next door
and then the hallway. Since Mary, his secretary, was not there when
I came in, we knew no one would be the wiser.

I slipped down the hall, got my other cloths from my desk then went
onto the Ladies room, stripped and douched myself, savoring the
remains of his cum in my pussy before rinsing. When I returned to my
desk I couldn't wait any longer before calling James and
`confessing' what a slut I had been with my boss. He was genuinely
thrilled by it all and told me he couldn't wait to get me at home so
I could go over every detail of it with him. Before hanging up he
told me what a wanton cunt I was and that next time he was sure I'd
allow Frank to fuck me in the mouth and up the ass.

James was right, of course. I allow my boss to take what ever
liberties he wants with me whenever he wants. Since then I have been
promoted and given a very generous raise. Maybe it had something to
do with my slutty behavior. What do you think?

Incidentally James threw me one hell of a promotion party. In my
next e-mail message to you, let me tell you all about what I wore
and what happened at this `males only' party for me.


[NOTE from SeeShow: unfortunately "Slutty Lady" never sent me her
e-mail about the Males Only Party. I've since lost contact with her,
so if your out there "Slutty Lady" please e-mail me what happened to
you at the party!]
