[Confessions of an Adulterous Woman] (Dressing Like a Slut For My Man)

My name is Xiaolin, and I'm twenty-two years old. My husband's name is James, and he's almost twice my age.

When I was eighteen, James pursued me passionately. I was attracted by his mature appearance and

smooth manner, and as a result, I decided to marry him. Our love was full of romance and passion.

People say that women around twenty-five are the most sexually active. I don't know if that's true, but I'm currently

as passionate as a firecracker, and I don't dare to think about what I'll be like in three years. But what worries me most is that

James's performance in bed has recently become less compatible with mine.

When we got married three years ago, he enjoyed making love with me. But as time went on, he seemed to

lose interest in me. Every time I wanted to make love to him, he would say he was tired, and sometimes no matter how hard I tried, his

penis was limp.

To rekindle his interest, I started wearing very sexy clothes at home, but it didn't seem to work.

Just when I started to worry about our marriage and our sex life, a small incident

reignited James's desire for me.

It was James's birthday that day. I had planned to have a nice meal with him, and then go home and

seduce him with the sexy lingerie I'd just bought. But his boss suddenly made him work overtime, so I had to stay home all night.

I put on the lingerie and admired my body in front of the mirror. Through the purple sheer fabric,

my breasts were faintly visible, looking very seductive. I felt my vagina getting wet, my body was so

hot, I wanted it so badly. James hadn't made love to me for a week. My hands began to gently massage my

soft breasts, and a wave of pleasure washed over me.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of keys in the lock. James was back! I was already so excited. I decided that no matter what,

I had to let James have sex with me and give me a good time! I hid behind the door, and as soon as he stepped into the house, I hugged him

tightly , calling out sexyly, "My dear husband, I've missed you so much!"

Suddenly, I realized that the person in my arms wasn't James, but his assistant, Xiao Long! It turned out that James had

a lot of documents to take home, so he asked Xiao Long to help him.

I knew I'd made a mistake and quickly stepped back, apologizing profusely to Xiaolong. I saw him staring at

my chest in disbelief, and then I suddenly remembered I was still wearing that sexy lingerie.

Wearing almost transparent lingerie, my firm breasts exposed

to , I felt incredibly ashamed. I looked at James like a little girl who'd done something wrong, afraid he'd be angry. To

my surprise, James wasn't angry at all; I even noticed a strange excitement in his eyes, and his crotch

was swollen!

James immediately and hastily sent Xiaolong away. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed me and thrust his

rock -hard penis inside me. I hadn't seen him so excited in a long time. He thrust wildly, quickly

filling my uterus with his semen.

Afterwards, I asked James why he was so excited. He told me that seeing other men lustfully

staring at my sexy body gave him a great thrill.

It turned out my husband enjoyed being ogled. For James's pleasure, I've

dressed .

I used to dislike miniskirts and thin shirts, but now, to keep James's interest piqued,

my skirts are all super short miniskirts, and my shirts are either see-through or very low-cut, to show off

my cleavage and flaunt my 36D-25-36 figure.

It's really effective; every time I dress like this and go out with him, his crotch is bulging.

And the funniest thing is, even when James isn't with me, just hearing me describe how men on the street

look at me with lewd eyes

makes his penis incredibly hard. He tells me he's very proud to be able to show me off to other men. The thought that other men

envy him for having such a beautiful and wanton wife makes him even more smug. He's sure that other men, seeing

my sexy body, will imagine raping me again and again, and the thought of me seducing other men like a

slut excites him greatly.

A few weeks ago, while I was working in the office, he called me. He told me he got really excited just thinking about

the sexy little black skirt I wore to work that day. He said he

'd be thrilled if he found out I wasn't wearing my black panties when I got home.

I told him he could only dream about it, because if I wasn't wearing panties, there was no way

the men in the office could keep my pussy from seeing it—my skirt was six inches above my knee, and there was no screen in front of my desk.

James insisted that if I wanted him to have a good time with me that night, I should go to the bathroom right now, take off my

panties, and put them in my handbag.

The thought of James's hard penis and the wicked idea of being spied on by men got me excited, and

I immediately put James's suggestion into action.

I figured as long as I didn't sit down, no one could see that my pussy was exposed. But

deep down, I hoped someone would find out I wasn't wearing panties and try to spy on me. The thought made me

feel a little lewd, but this wicked thought also made me feel sexy.

On the way home, in the tunnel, I walked carefully, my thighs pressed tightly together so no one

could see my pussy. Several times, I felt some guys trying to peek at the end of my legs, but I couldn't

be sure. When I got home, my vagina was dripping with excitement, running down my legs.

That night, after James and I made love passionately, we talked endlessly about my future clothing. James wanted

me

to dress as revealingly as possible at home, at work, shopping, on the beach, in restaurants, or at parties—basically anytime—ideally like a full-fledged prostitute.

At home, I wore only a sexy see-through nightgown and high heels. If James's friends came to visit

, or if my salesman came to the door, they would

stare uncontrollably at my body in the living room, seeing me in my sexy nightgown.

At work, I wore extremely short skirts or dresses, very low-cut sweaters, semi-transparent tops,

high heels, and nylon stockings—of course, no underwear or bra. If I went shopping or was out all day,

I wore the same type of clothing.

In the evenings, whether going out or to the movies, I would wear my sexiest low-cut dresses—the kind

that exposed most of my breasts—or other extremely revealing clothes, paired with super

high heels, alluring garter belts, colorful nylon stockings, heavy eyeshadow, deep red lipstick, long false eyelashes,

red nails, and all the makeup that made me look like a street prostitute.

Now I dressed like a slut at all times. To my surprise, James didn't just want me to play the role

of a slut; he wanted me to actually be one.

He told me I could encourage men to appreciate my clothes, even let them touch me.

As long as I told him all the details, he wouldn't mind how promiscuous I was with others.

The next day, it was a bit autumnal, so I chose a low-cut top with a

mini skirt . I wore the birthday gift James had recently given me—an elegant garter belt, silk nylon

stockings, and extra-high heels.

Before calling a taxi, I spent some extra time doing my nails, makeup, and hair. Before getting in the car, I

felt the cool early autumn air on my chest, making my nipples stand up,

very noticeable against my close-fitting silk shirt.

The taxi driver's eyes were fixed on my chest until I got in. I knew James wanted him to

see, so I smiled at him, got into the car, and hinted that I knew he was peeking, but I liked it

; I even gave him a very sexy lick of my lips.

When I got to the office, I couldn't wait to call James and tell him how the taxi driver and

other were lecherously staring at my body, some even trying to peek under my skirt. I told

him I enjoyed teasing these men and giving them seductive smiles. He panted and told me he had already taken out his

penis and was playing with it. Good heavens! He was masturbating in his office seat! I just hoped no one would walk past

his seat.

When I hung up, I felt quite horny myself, so I went to the bathroom and started masturbating. This was

something I had never done before! I've found myself truly enjoying sex. I love exposing

my body ; it not only excites me but also thrills my husband, creating a perfect harmony.

I haven't bought new underwear in ages because James often encourages me to go out without underwear and bras.

Now , I only own a few pairs, all open-crotch or see-through. My bras are now those amazing bras

that accentuate my cleavage, while others expose my nipples. I also have a huge collection of

silk and lace blouses and low-cut sweaters, attracting lustful stares from men all over the street. In fact, people

often touch my buttocks, intentionally or unintentionally.

The real advantage of this attire is that I no longer worry about finding a seat, because some lecherous

guys will eagerly offer me their seats, hoping to stand up and peek

through , hoping to catch a glimpse of my bare breasts, and I usually don't disappoint them. When I see them

staring at my neckline, I even smile at them and bend over even lower, letting them get their fill.

Every night when I got home, James was eager for me to tell him about my "romantic encounters" that day, and I loved

how attentively he listened. Every time James heard my story, his penis would get hard, followed by

intense sex.

I wore super sexy outfits to work every day, and soon I noticed that several guys in the office,

including my boss, would often come in while I was photocopying and

squeeze through the narrow aisle behind me, always slowly.

Gradually, I started to wonder, what if these guys weren't satisfied and wanted to go further?

Should use my body to satisfy these handsome men? One night, during sex, I

told James my thoughts.

To my surprise, he was incredibly excited, fucking me relentlessly, passionately penetrating me, and telling me that

he would never mind sharing me with others if I wanted to, especially if I told him all

the details of my sex lives with other men.

In fact, James not only liked my sexy outfits, he even started fantasizing about me having sex with other men,

saying it excited him to the extreme. Interestingly, I knew I couldn't stand him having another woman, but he

told me he'd be more than happy to share me with others as long as I didn't refuse.

Oh my god! He treated me so well, allowing us to maintain a special relationship; I absolutely loved him.

After we made love, James told me that if I were to have sex with any guy in the office, my boss,

Fran, would be the best choice. First, he was married, so there would be no emotional connection, just pure physical

satisfaction. Second, because he was my boss, satisfying him sexually would be

very beneficial to my job and promotion; even if he refused, I could threaten to tell his wife to make him comply. Finally, and most

importantly, Fran was very handsome.

From then on, I started paying special attention to Fran, and soon I had more opportunities to test him.

One day, while I was photocopying in the copy room, the copier got stuck. I bent down to see what was

wrong and tried to remove the jammed paper. I was busy and didn't notice Fran had come in.

I bent over and took a few steps back, bumping into Fran. He patted my buttocks, his palm pressing against my

plump buttocks, his fingers resting on my labia. I let out a soft moan, partly from surprise at his sudden

appearance , and partly from the excitement of his touch.

He apologized, saying he hadn't meant to touch me. I told him it was alright, remembering

James 's words. I reiterated that I wasn't blaming him and told him that whether he meant it or not, I genuinely

felt good. He seemed a little surprised to hear this.

I told him I had to bend down again to retrieve my photocopy from the copier, and that if he wanted to touch me, he should let

me know first so I wouldn't be startled or scream.

He winked seductively and said, "I accidentally touched you just now, and you said it felt good. I'm curious to know how you'd feel

if I had done it on purpose."

I immediately bent down, and his hand was already on my rounded buttocks. I just hoped he would go further.

He didn't disappoint me, for his fingers had already slid down to my labia. I felt excited,

my body trembling noticeably. Knowing I didn't object, he boldly slid his fingers further into my vagina, while

the rest of his fingers vigorously rubbed my buttocks.

Oh my god! It felt so good! But before I could fully enjoy the excitement his fingers were giving me, he

said someone could come in at any time and told me to come to his office to see him in a little while.

Before I went to his office, I had enough time to change. I wanted to look more sexy,

so I took a light, thin black mini-skirt and nylon stockings from my desk drawer and

quickly slipped into the bathroom to put them on.

While I was changing, I was constantly afraid that his attitude would suddenly change. When I entered his office, he told me to close

my door. I was still worried that he might have changed his mind and was about to lecture me, warning me that it wasn't appropriate to dress so sexily and do such provocative things in

the office .

I began to relax, knowing he wasn't going to reprimand me for my previous misbehavior. He sat in his

chair, leering at me, praising my dress and telling me I looked

sexier and prettier than before.

Suddenly, he dropped the pen he'd been holding. "Please pick it up for me, okay, Xiaolin?"

I knew what he was thinking; he was going to play with my buttocks again. My heart nearly stopped with excitement.

I bent down, my back to him, and picked up the pen he'd deliberately dropped. From his angle, combined with my

short skirt , I knew he could see my exposed buttocks and my already wet vulva.

Luckily, he didn't keep me waiting long. He placed his hot hand on my buttocks and

responded by caressing my throbbing labia with three fingers. Like a wanton harlot, I pressed my vulva against his hand, and

he immediately reached out with his left hand to rub my left breast, playing with my breast and vulva in almost the same rhythm.

I straightened my back and leaned completely against him, letting him fondle my body as he pleased,

enjoying every second. Soon, his hand roamed under my shirt, wantonly caressing my bare

breasts, while his other hand greedily played with my clitoris.

I climaxed instantly, squeezing his wrists tightly with my thighs and gripping his hand that was caressing my breasts.

I leaned back, resting against his strong chest. He rested his face against my neck, and through his pants, I

could feel his large penis already erect. I turned my face towards him, allowing him to slip his tongue into

my open, hungry mouth, while simultaneously unzipping his pants, releasing his restless member.

I took the initiative, grabbing his large penis with my hand; it felt amazing. Before, I had let him play with it as he

pleased , but now it was my turn to take the lead. I thought my husband would be

proud of me for being so wanton, but unfortunately, he wasn't here to watch his wife, dressed like a prostitute, seduce other men.

I leaned forward again, resting my elbows on his desk and pulling up my skirt to make it easier for him

to explore my wet slit. He immediately understood, spreading my buttocks with his hands, intending to penetrate me from behind.

As I wondered whether he would penetrate my anus or vagina, his penis plunged quickly and deeply into the very bottom of my

vagina . It took me to heaven! This was the first penis other than my husband's to penetrate my vagina,

and I knew that to please my crazy husband, I would have to let many more penises penetrate me.

At first, I was a little disappointed that he didn't penetrate my anus, because that made me feel

lewd . But it didn't matter; I had decided to try again next time.

Then I focused on enjoying the pleasure of Fran's thick penis thrusting into my juicy vagina, while thinking about how excited James would be when I told him about how I was being fucked. His technique was so good that he brought me to orgasm twice

before he ejaculated . 　　Finally, he ejaculated inside my vagina, the hot semen scalding me and triggering the most intense orgasm yet. I lay limp on top of him, still savoring the afterglow of my orgasm. I felt his penis begin to soften; he gently kissed my neck and ears before withdrawing. 　　Then the intercom on Fran's desk rang. His secretary wanted him to sign some documents. 　　Luckily, she waited until we finished having sex before calling Fran, otherwise we would have been in a real mess. 　　Fran told me to leave through the side door of his office, which led to an empty office next door, from where I could return to the hallway. When I went to find Fran, his secretary happened to be away, meaning no one would know we had been in the office together, much less what outrageous things we had done. 　　I quietly slipped back to my desk, grabbed another set of clothes, and went to the bathroom to change and clean myself. Before washing my vagina, I savored the lingering taste of semen inside. 　　When I returned to my desk, I couldn't wait any longer. I immediately called James and "confessed" to him what lewd things I had done with my boss. He was incredibly excited and told me he couldn't wait to take me home , to fuck me hard while I told him every detail of my sex with Fran. 　　Before hanging up, he said I was slutty, but he loved me dearly as his wife. He even encouraged me to let Fran . 　　With James's approval, I maintained a physical relationship with my boss. I allowed him to do whatever he wanted with me, however he pleased. From then on, I was not only recommended for a promotion, but my salary also increased considerably. 　　My slutty behavior not only helped me advance my career but also allowed me to fully enjoy the pleasures of sex. Most importantly , it made my relationship with James unbreakable. I think I can be considered the happiest woman in the world, don't you think? 　　[The End 　　　]

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