My wife had ordered a new dress for the occasion. She wasn’t one to purchase a new dress every time we decided to go out but tonight was going to be special and for that she needed a special dress. It pained me for the week leading up to Friday night to wait. She had ordered it, tried it on, and fell in love with it all without letting me see it. All I knew was that it was red.

It had been a long time since we had gone out. At first our relationship was filled with adventures. Pushing each other’s boundaries and feeling out our new life together. We would go out to dinner, maybe a bar before or after for a drink. We were enamored with each other, and it showed as we would just sit there and talk, blind to those around us. As we got more comfortable and shifted our focus to building a real life as one, we began to spend our Friday evenings on the couch, maybe in the parking lot of a local fast-food restaurant before we threw on our sweats and crawled into our marital bed, dying more and more every day.

It was our 5th year anniversary. A celebration of success in marriage. We had survived the ups and the downs that newlyweds experienced everywhere. Our relationship was maturing but with that came a longing for the flame that sparked such love for each other.

I don’t quite remember my face as Heather walked out of the bedroom in her new dress. I would describe it as shocked, but as I recall my jaw was literally on the floor. Which couldn’t be physically possible from my seat in my chair, so I must have something wrong with the memory. Her dress was amazing. I remember the first time I saw her in her wedding gown, it was an awesome sight, but this was different. This wasn’t a woman I respected as my wife; this was a girl I was taking on a date and wanted to ravish.

The dress was indeed red. Strapless on top, held up by sheer constriction around her perfectly ample breasts. Her cup size was a deceptive 36DD. Because of how perky they were one might suspect they were implants, but they were not. She was just simply blessed with the chest most men crave. The thin material was pressed so tight against them that her nipples, though not fully erect, were faintly visible, something that would have become far more obvious were the temperature to drop. Looking closely, as a husband tends to do, I could even make out the small bumps outlining her areola. This wasn’t just a simple overlooking of a bra, but an intentional display of her big, beautiful breasts.

As the dress reached her hips the material flared out loosely draping over her ass. Blessed with the ass of an athlete, her shorter skirts and dresses always struggled to hide her cheeks. This dress was no different. A small spin allowed the dress to fly up just enough to peek below. A view of her ass would indicate that she was not wearing any panties. But as a slight view from the front would demonstrate, she was indeed wearing a tiny white thong. Her twirl aside, the dress left little to the imagination and a flash was guaranteed to almost all who dared watch her through the night. Her long legs extended by heels had me begging to run my fingers up and down her thighs.

She asked if I was ready to go, but I replied that I needed just a moment to soak in her beauty. I could only describe her as beautiful. Internally though I couldn’t see beauty, I could only see a slut dressed for the streets. Men looking at her would certainly make the assumption that I was paying for her company, the way her most intimate bits were on display for everyone I couldn’t disagree.

We walked out to the car, and I held the door open for her. As she lowered herself into the car it was all too obvious that she had not grown accustomed to wearing such short dresses. She moved her legs inside one at a time leaving them spread open for long enough to notice that her thong was too small and losing its battle, disappearing between her freshly shaved lips.

We drove into the city to make our reservation at the fine dining restaurant we had decided on for our celebration. Pulling up to the front to take advantage of the valet parking, I realized that she would likely exit the car the same way she entered it. Only it wouldn’t be me holding the door for her this time. As I stepped out of the car, I looked over to the valet helping her, I watched as his face did its best job hiding his excitement. Clearly, he had seen what so few men had seen before and where never supposed to see again. As I walked around the car to escort my wife into the restaurant, I couldn’t help but notice that his pants seemed a little tight.

Walking among the public made it clear that she was achieving her goal of being noticed. The eyes of husbands and wives alike darted quickly from her chest to me and back. They had to gauge whether or not I was aware of my wife’s exposure, it was the only way they knew whether or not it was okay to look.

As we were escorted through the restaurant to our table I noticed the heads turning all around the room. The assumptions being made, the fantasies being formed, the jealous husbands and now their jealous wives. She took a seat across from me at our table. Perhaps the stares were warning me of her exposure, because just at that moment I noticed that slightly above the top of her dress her areolas were just beginning to find their way out. The dark skin juxtaposed with her white skin made them stand out. Before I could say anything, she adjusted slightly, and they disappeared. The room seemed to let out a collective breath and return to their meals.

Over dinner we discussed both the last five years and the next five years. Though things had settled into a routine others might describe as a rut, we were happy. We didn’t need to go out every night and forget who we were as a couple through intoxication. Rather we could stay home and spend our evenings together, fulfilling the dreams we always had of being absolutely together.

As our meal wrapped up, we decided that it was far too early to go home. It would also be a shame to waste her appearance. I knew going home meant she would quickly change into something more comfortable, and not in the way they do in Hollywood but actually comfortable, like sweatpants. No, I needed to continue this night and ensure that her attitude would begin to match up with her attire.

We retrieved our car from the valet, and I honestly believe they two young men were fighting over who got to open her door. It proved to be worth his victory, just as before she spread her legs revealing herself to him seemingly oblivious as to what she was doing.

A few minutes away was a small quiet lounge. We would be able to get a couple of drinks and continue to enjoy a conversation. We walked in and it was not at all crowded. We didn’t expect it would be, but something about it made it seem even more seductive. A few older gentlemen were set up on large leather couches and chairs placed conversationally in the center of the room.

I took her order and excused myself to the bar as she found a seat. As she sauntered past the old men, one of them called her over. She isn’t used to such attention, so without question she approached them. Their obvious wealth and age made them immune to concerns of sexual harassment. They made no effort to hide their eyes moving up and down her body. He placed his hand on her thigh, and she jumped slightly, but didn’t remove herself from it. She just kind of giggled as he ran his hand higher and higher. Asking if she was wearing any panties under there. He took the opportunity to quickly check. This proved too much as she jumped back with a giggle and pushed her dress back down.  I arrived next to her with our drinks and handed hers to her.

They made several remarks about me being the lucky man and how beautiful my date was, then invited us to sit down. We both hesitated, but this only left enough silence for them to insist. He scooted over on the couch making room between him and his friend and asked her to sit down. Though she seemed reluctant, she complied. I noticed that there was no room for me beside her, so I took an empty chair across for the old gentleman.

He was obviously suave. He placed his arm around her and began to ask us questions about who we were, how we found ourselves in this lounge, what we had planned for the night. As the waiter came and went, he ordered drinks, one after another our glasses never went dry. I could tell Heather was become more and more consumed by not only the alcohol but also the subtle affection she was receiving. After a short trip to the restroom, I noticed the man on the other side of her had placed his hand on her thigh and was slowly but surely moving her legs apart. Her ability to resist seemed all but gone. The man in the chair across for her seemed to enjoy the ever-improving view.

Returning from the restroom I could feel that I was far more inebriated than I initially thought. Sitting across from my wife on the couch, sandwiched tightly between two old men obviously stirred by her had me feeling both jealous and aroused.

I suggested that it was time to go. The gentlemen put forth every persuasion against the idea and even Heather seemed more interested in exploring the night with her new friends. Uninterested in putting up a fight I quietly ordered a car and settled in. They knew their night with such a woman was coming to an end and took every opportunity to sexualize the conversation. Being the polite innocent woman my wife is, she would giggle and playfully hit them on their legs or chest as they roared with drunken laughter.

I announced that our ride was waiting outside and that it was time to leave.  Disappointed, she rose and grabbed her clutch on the table in front of her. Bending low to get it, her dress was no longer providing any cover. Her bare ass on display just inches from these two old men left them no choice but to give her a pat. She jumped up again responding with nothing more than a polite nervous laugh.

We climbed into the backseat of the car. I didn’t tell her wear I had arranged for us to be dropped off. I didn’t believe she would be all that interested. As we rode down the city streets, she became overcome with lust. Awakened by a night of attention and flattery had her feeling animalistic. She began kissing me, hard. She had her hand on my cock, stroking it tightly through my pants. I was about to burst when we pulled up in front of the strip club.

The driver turned around to let me know we had arrived. He couldn’t hide his excitement as he looked down to watch me remove my own hand from between my wife’s legs. He told us to have a good night and call him again if we needed a ride home later. I agreed and closed the door.

I looked down and had to tell my wife to fix her dress. In all the excitement her top had fallen down exposing both of her breasts. As she concealed them, I could see now just how visible her nipples were now that they were fully erect. We collected ourselves and walked in. The place was dark and grimy. Not at all how I remembered it from five years earlier at my bachelor party. Despite the atmosphere the place was pretty full.

A woman was gyrating on the stage, so we took a couple of seats up close. Once again, I took her drink order and left for the bar and ATM. As I returned another man had taken my seat. I felt somewhat irritated by that but felt I probably would have done the same if I saw a woman like her sitting alone by the stage. I took the seat on the other side of her. I passed her drink to her. She was having a conversation with the seat stealer, which she paused to introduce me as her husband to him. He nodded and went directly back to his conversation with her.

I began to feel a bit left out, so I sat back with my drink to enjoy the show. As the stripper approached our side of the stage the man held up a wad of cash drawing her in. He gave a few bills to my wife who began placing them in the dancer’s g-sting. The dancer leaned down and asked the man something quietly in his ear. I could see his face light up as he nodded and signaled his approval.

She grabbed my wife’s hand and pulled her up on the stage. She resisted at first out of embarrassment, but as the cheers erupted, she gave in and climbed up on the stage. The dancer walked her to the middle of the stage and presented her like some kind of work of art. I couldn’t deny that she indeed was one.

In one swift motion the dancer reached up and pulled down her top exposing her breasts. Heather obviously was not expecting this, as her face went to look of pure shock and embarrassment. Her hands quickly covered her breasts, but they were much to small to do anything but tease the crowd which was begging for more.

The dancer began dancing with her and encouraged her to dance back. Slowly she let her guard down, along with her hands and began to dance back. From my view below I could easily catch quick glimpses of her white panties, which tended to glow from the black lights around the stage.

The stripper began to take her around the stage offering a more personal experience to those seated closely with cash. As they approached the men would rise and extend bills of various denomination. She would show my wife exactly what to do. On her needs with her legs spread she would push the customer’s head into her breasts and have him motorboat before forcefully pulling him out.

Then she lifted my wife’s dress and revealed her little thong holding the string on her hip out for the customer to apply his payment. The stripper pulled my wife back to her feet and just as quickly as before pulled her dress all the way down. The tightness of the materiel pulled down her panties as well exposing a perfectly trimmed little patch of hair leading directly to her pussy now visible to all.

He adjusted her panties back into place as the stripped walked her dress over to the man who had stolen my seat and now apparently my wife. It was clear to me that believing he was her husband; she asked him for permission to bring her up on stage. With nothing to lose he agreed without correcting her. Now he was holding my wife’s dress as she danced around a pole in nothing more than a thong.

I watched as she was lead around the stage from customer to customer each one making the most of this impromptu strip show being given by the girl next door. On all fours she was twerking for the next man around the bar as the stripper thrust his face into her ass, no doubt feeling her pussy on his face. She moved around the bar one by one extracting money from man after man, all highly provoked by the view of another man’s wife.

When she was placed before her husband, not me but her mistaken husband she was laid out on her back and the stripper stood over her spreading her legs up and out. He knew his chance had come. Normally it would never be allowed, but because she thought he was her husband she encouraged him. He leaned in and pulled her thong to the side and started licking her.

I cannot be sure which it was. Was she resisting? Or was she overcome? Her hips made just the slightest thrusting motion. More and more men moved in to catch a better view. Before long I had been edged out entirely. From within the crowd all I could see was my wife’s legs high in the air jumping with every thrust of her hips. The stripper wasn’t even holding her anymore and had resumed dancing on the pole.

I began to hear moans I had only heard in the privacy of our bedroom before. Was she actually cumming on the stage, surrounded by perverts? She was. It was louder and more forceful than I had ever heard, but it was definitely her. The crowd began cheering. Her legs disappeared below their heads. Slowly the crowd began to dissipate.

As she came back into view, she was lying on the stage. She seemed lost in pure ecstasy. Her legs still spread, her hand rubbing slowly on her pussy, her eyes rolled back in her head and as few men stood around throwing dollar bills on her. Security approached and helped her sit up. She moved to a chair, and I rushed over. I looked around, where was the guy who took her dress? I couldn’t spot him anywhere. I noticed a man across the stage holding up her thong to his friends.

I walked over to him and explained to him that it was my wife’s, and I needed it back. He looked at me like he knew he had me over a barrel and told me that for $50 he would return the panties. I pleaded with him to be reasonable, that she was already missing her dress too. He wouldn’t let up, so I reluctantly pulled $50 from my wallet and handed it to him. He placed the thong up to his nose and took in a strong breath before throwing it back to me laughing and high fiving his friends.

I walked over to my wife, now sitting in her chair doing her best to cover herself. Coming back to reality she was more ashamed than she had ever been in her life. I handed her thong to her and she stood up and attempted to put it on while still covering her breasts, but it didn’t work. Her attempts to cover herself in shame only added to her appeal.

The security guard asked me where her dress was. I told him that another guy had been mistaken for her husband and run off with it. He laughed and told me that they sold T-shirts that she could use to cover herself, but we needed to leave. We walked over to the bar where the merchandise was up for sale. I asked for an extra-large T-shirt, but after looking through several boxes the girl behind the counter could only come up with a medium.

She slipped it on, and I was nowhere near long enough. It fell just above her ass, leaving her bottoms completely exposed. The security guard reiterated that we needed to leave and started escorting us to the door. I tried to explain that we couldn’t just go and stand outside with her undressed like that. He explained that the girls did it all the time, that it wasn’t his problem.

Outside I used my phone to order another car. It was going to take a minute. I had not enjoyed a cigarette in years, but I was craving one bad, so we walked over to a small group of young men smoking and I asked to bum a smoke. Looking at my nearly naked wife up and down, he extended his pack and offered a light. Never looking away from my wife, he offered her a cigarette too. It was obvious he was enjoying her standing there, nothing but a short T-shirt and tiny white thong, barely concealing her well used pussy. When she declined, he pulled one out of his pack and pulled her hip string on her panties placing the cigarette in as if it were a dollar. Maybe you’ll want that later…

He began asking about our night and how we found ourselves in such a predicament. Hearing all that she had done out loud made her uneasy. She began shifting back and forth before finally pulling the cigarette from her side. She put it in her mouth and asked for a light. The guy presented to her, his pocket. Without a second thought she reached in and fished around for his lighter. I could immediately pick up on his game as I noticed a large bulge begin to grow. He stopped and told her she was in the wrong pocket. Switching to the other she reached in and pulled out his lighter. After lighting up she quickly slid it back in.

Our car pulled up. The driver confirmed it was us and took one look at her. He explained that he couldn’t possibly let her get in his car like that. It was too risky. I disagreed, but didn’t bother putting up a fight. He cancelled the ride and drove off. We returned to the group smoking and explained what had happened. Feeling bad for us, the guy offered to drive us home. We accepted his generous offer.

The guys put out their cigarettes and we began walking toward his car. He drove a small BMW coupe. One of his friends crawled in the back seat behind the driver. The other friend held open the door and ushered in my wife. As I moved to get in, he slid in quickly in front of me. I looked in and he offered me the front seat. I felt uneasy seeing her squished between two complete strangers in the back seat, but figured there wasn’t enough room to do anything. I took my place in the front seat.

I began directing the driver back to our place. The driver asked how far away we lived, and I explained that we were out in the suburbs. He suddenly turned very shocked that we would accept a ride from and stranger without telling him how far away it was. I apologized profusely, but he wasn’t having it. He suggested he should just pull over and let us out. I knew that was a bad idea. He asked for gas money, and I agreed that it was only fair. I pulled out my wallet, but I had no cash. I spent the last of it on the T-shirt she was wearing.

He looked over pretty deviously. So… How are you going to pay for the ride? I tried to explain that I had nothing to offer but begged him not to let us out here in the middle of the city. He coyly suggested that there were other ways to pay, and I knew immediately what he meant by that. I looked back at my wife, sitting there pressed between to men. The driver looked back and asked her if she was willing to cover the bill. She looked nervous, she started thinking about it and it made her even more anxious. He pulled into a gas station and suggested that he could just let us out at the gas station, and we could fend for ourselves. She reached over and started undoing the pants of the guy next to her. She reached in and pulled out his massive cock and began stroking it. The driver called her a good girl and got back on the road.

The guy on the opposite side of her grabbed her hand and placed it on his own equally massive cock which he had already pulled out. As she sat between these two guys stroking their cocks, they lifted her legs onto their own spreading them wide. Once comfortable they took turns rubbing her pussy moving her thong to the side. The driver adjusted his mirror to get a better view.

One after the other they began to cum. It shot out and ran down onto her hands which they then pushed up to her mouth to lick clean. The guy behind the driver removed her shirt, the one I just bought her and used it to wipe up the cum that landed on him. Handing it to his friend he did the same thing. He handed it up to me explaining that she shouldn’t put on the shirt now that it was covered in cum. I balled it up and sat it on my lap.

Within moments we were pulling up to our house. I had never been more thankful to be home. I stepped out of the car and helped my wife out of the backseat. We had left on an adventure, my wife beautiful and dolled up. We arrived home and here she was wearing nothing but heels and a tiny white thong, still pushed to the side. Her make up smeared, her hair disheveled.

As I went to shut the door the driver informed me, she needed to pay the driver. I looked in to see his face and gauge whether or not he was serious. He stared back at me, holding in his hand slowly stroking the biggest cock I had ever seen. He looked at me, obviously staring too long at his cock and told me he didn’t care who did it, but one of us needed to suck his cock then laughed.

I honestly thought for a moment, did I need to take one for the team? She had already put up with so much that night. But no, I wasn’t ready to do that. I looked at her and she climbed back into the car on the passenger side. I watched as she leaned over, ass high in the air and began working his cock. He told me to close the door and that she would be in when she was done.

I closed the door and watched for a moment as her head began to bob up and down. A hand from the backseat appeared and started spanking her ass and playing with her pussy. I walked up the path to our front door and walked inside.

I sat on the couch for a few minutes. I could not take the anticipation. It was taking too long. I went to the front window and looked out. She was stepping out of the car. She leaned down and looked in. They exchanged some words and then she stood up and pulled off her panties and handed them to the driver who hung them up on his mirror. I watched as he backed his car out of the driveway, she just stood there completely naked except for her heels. He honked twice and was gone. I couldn’t understand why she was just standing there. I ran out to meet her and she just looked at me and then gave me the biggest kiss I had ever received from her.

I noticed immediately that it tasted different. It took a second or two too long for me to understand just why that was. Instantly my mouth of full of his salty load. She pulled back and told me to swallow. I did. I wiped my mouth and asked her why she did that... Because he told me to.