Blame it on the Crop Top Messages [MF]

I had been married to my Husband for almost a year and together a total of almost 2.  He was a perfect fit for me, I loved him dearly and wanted nother more than to please him and show him my gratitude daily.  He satisfied me completely in every way, especially in the bedroom.  But there was one thing he could never do:  He couldn't be someone new.  Our marriage was outstanding and getting better, and he gave me so much confidence.  So much so that I starting dressing sexier and even carrying myself in a sexier way.  But that also meant getting attention from other men.  

I didn't expect men would still flirt with me after I had on a wedding ring, but that still continued.  In fact, the sexier I felt, the more it happened, ring or not.  And while I never expected this out of myself, I kinda liked it.  At first it would just give me a smile and I would forget about it.  But I noticed the more in tune I became with my own sexuality, the more I enjoyed the attention when I would go out to the mall or store on an afternoon.  Eventually I became more excited for those encounters.  I even started to play up to them more.  I went from dressing like a pretty and well taken care of wife to something a single woman might wear out on a Friday evening, albeit, it would be Tuesday afternoon in the grocery store or appliance store. I would even stroll slower, sway my hips more, and take my time to read things longer bent over.  I became very aware of eyes on me.  And instead of a quick-thank you to compliments, I would flirt back a little. 

I was feeling particularly bold one night in bed, while watching TV next to my Husband.  I told him about a man who approached me that day and complimented me in multiple ways.  My husband didn't say much, but was curious about what he said and I noticed he became rock hard under the covers.  He fucked me very roughly a little later on that night.  About week went by and that day a gentlemen approached me in the grocery store and wanted to know if I was single, and when I told him "No" suggested we have fun regardless.  I didn't, but I did tell my Husband once again in bed that night.  This time, my Husband took in the story, and as he was processing the tale I noticed not only was he hard, but he was lightly rubbing himself.  Minutes later he was fucking me with passion. 

As time went on, this attention became something I not only welcomed, but began to sought, if not crave.  My favorite area for attention was becoming the gym.  I had a wild thought one day that I should show up in workout clothing that had sexy statements on them.  I always received looks there to begin with as I made my way around the circuit machines, but I wanted to see what would happen if I really pushed the buttons.  I always went to the gym very early.  It was typically just me and 95% other very fit men who took their gym time seriously.  And quite frankly, I didn't care what the other women would think.

I had a few crop tops custom made with sayings on them, and each one got a bit more R Rated and obvious than the next.  I still wore standard female tight workout leggings that left nothing to the imagination as far as my lower half figure, midriff exposed, and then my custom made white crop with bold dark lettering.  The first day, I showed up with one that read "Hotwife".  I knew what it meant, and I don't know if the other men in the gym did, but they took notice.  I received some smiles, but instead of kind smiles, they were more filled with lust.  I could barely concentrate on my workout because my pussy was so wet and swollen with need that I had to take deep breaths to center myself and pretend everything was normal. 

A few days later, I upped the bar, and wore one that read "Married But Available".  I had a few men walk up to me and tell me they liked my top, and a few ask me if I wanted to get a drink.  I was so wet and hot I couldn't think straight.  I almost agreed to one offer, but then got my head together to really think on this.  Was it just the attention?  No, it was more than that.  I absolutely loved my Husband and no one fucks me better, but I to face reality:  I need to be able to sleep with multiple men.  The inner voice that has been telling me this finally won over. 

The third Crop Top I wore was probably the boldest. I read "I'm Bringing Back Bush" with a Down Arrow.  This one fit perfectly, showed off my perky full tits, and gave no secret that I kept a full dark garden down below.  Not only was I soaked advertising myself in such a way, I could tell the men couldn't concentrate either.  

One gentleman finally approached me and he was right up my alley.  Fit, great eyes and very handsome.  He explained to me that I was already a total turn on but now knowing that I was au natural down below he couldn' help but want to know more.  This was not a long drawn out conversation.  He made it clear that was one of his favorite things when he discovered it on a woman.  I had to make a decision if I was going to proceed or tuck all of this away.  I decided to go for it and see what happens.  I told him I only lived a couple blocks away and to come home with me.  And that my Husband would love the surprise, and was into watching.  (Yes, I was taking a gamble, but I knew this would work out). 

My Husband was working from home.  I came through the door and did a quick introduction:  "Hi honey, this is my new friend from the gym, he was curious to see something I was telling him about".  My Husband noticed my crop top and had huge eyes and was at first confused, but also curious.  I quickly took off my top, then my pants, exposing my fully nude body in front of this new man and my Husband.  The guy asked my Husband "Is this cool??" and my Husband said...."Yes, I think so, very much actually".  

Our new friend began to run his fingers through my dense dark pubic hair while kissing me, and I returned the favor.  He was as hard as a telephone pole through his shorts.  I sat him down, and quickly found myself swallowing his stiff cock and making gurgling noises on it.  I looked over at Hubs with a deviant smile.  My Husband was sitting back relaxed, his pants around his ankles, rigid cock in hand, and stroking himself slowly and watching.  I knew at this moment our marriage would never be the same, and I was going to do this all the time.  I would have all the Cock I wanted, as much as I wanted.  

I moved up and sat on our friend's stiff rod.  There was never any discussion about condoms, and quite frankly, I was never going to let him use one anyway.  In fact, I decided right then and there that no man who ever fucks me will wear a condom.  This was not slow love making, this man was simply using my hairy pussy like an animal to get all of his lust and tension out.  And I was riding him like a good little whore.  I heard from behind me a loud groan. I slowed my pace and looked over my shoulder.  My Husband was so turned on he ejaculated all over his own stomach and I've never seen him look so happy and pleased. 

"Oh Baby do you like this?" I asked.  He nodded.  "Can I do this all the time?" I asked again.  He nodded and said "please".  "Can your little wife be a Whore, and i can fuck guys in front of you and show you what a pretty slut I am who loves attention?"  "God yes" said my Husband.  But that statement also had a final effect on my bull, as he stiffened up, quickened his pace, and blow an enormous hot stream of Cum in my pussy. That was the first of many many cum loads to enter me over the years in front of my Husband.  We all relaxed and then they each took a second turn on me passing me around like the fuck doll I am.  And I would never look back.