We had been married for 2 years. It was a second marriage for both of us. My husband is an amazing man. He has always wanted to make me happy. We both came out of bad marriages where our spouses did not want to communicate. I didn’t know anything else. Right from the start my husband told me we would have no secrets. That all those things people don’t say to each other we would say. It’s led to an amazing marriage.
We have 2 we agreed on.
The number of people we slept with. He told me it had been more than he remembered. I figured he was lying but since then we run into women he “dated” all over the place. Since most those were mostly in the 2 years before we met, and his family told me he dated a lot before he married. I have realized he probably does not remember.
I’ve told him about all my lovers. A story about something that happened. He could probably figure out my number if he tried.
The other is what he paid for my engagement ring. I had something I wanted in mind. He’s embarrassed it was so inexpensive. This has nothing to do with this story, but since I brought up 2 secrets, I thought I should tell.
The no secrets is what’s important. Very early he told me that he had been sexually adventurous. He’d gone to swing clubs, had 3 somes, 4 somes, orgies. He’d cuckolded men, slept with married women. He didn’t want me to find out somewhere else.
This conversation led to a conversation about fantasies. I had 2 that were primary. The first involved a time a pretty woman was giving me a massage. My marriage was breaking up and I was horny. As she massaged my thighs I found myself wishing she’d move her hand a little further north. I realized that I was, what they call, curious.
The second was a story in penthouse letters. A husband takes his wife on a boat trip with 6 of his friends. She ends up servicing everyone with her husband being proud of her. I’d often read that story and masturbate.
We’d talk about these fantasies and use them in our bedroom play, but never acted on them.
We were away in New Orleans. We were staying in a beautiful hotel. We spent the day sightseeing and shopping. During the day we’d have a hurricane or 2. Nothing outrageous. Not drunk, just a nice mellow. It was a great day.
We went back to the hotel room and made love. After we showered and got ready to go out. I was feeling loved, sexy, and free.
It was a hot night. My husband has a dress he loves me in. It’s a light dress ankle length dress. It has a peasant style top and sleeves. It hugs my body and at the hips flows out. It buttons from top to ankle. Depending on where I am I can button or unbutton the top and bottom to show more or less skin. I added a pink lacy thong, and matching push-up bra.
We were going out in New Orleans. Buttons were not required. My husband likes it when men check me out. Ok. I like it too, so I’m happy to oblige. Especially where no one knows me..
The top was unbuttoned to show maximum cleavage. I don’t have much. I am 5’2″, 120, long dark hair to the middle of my back, and 34c. But the push-up bra did wonders and the dress was unbuttoned to where you could actually see the top of the bra.
The bottom I unbuttoned to 2″ below my crotch. When I stood still you might see some leg. When I moved the dress flowed around me constantly flashing and covering my legs.
I looked in the mirror. I looked both covered and when I moved, you’d try and catch a glimpse of something you shouldn’t see.
My husband kissed me and told me I was gorgeous. We headed out. We were in the party zone. We drank hurricanes, we danced, we both flirted. Together we are great flirts. We were standing by the bar. We started talking to this woman. She was very pretty, 5″ taller than me and enjoying talking to my husband. He never had problems to talking to pretty women. At one point she pulled aside her skirt to show my husband she was wearing stockings garters and a thong. She was there with girlfriends who were dancing.