When we were out these guys always paid attention to me. I enjoyed the attention. If we went dancing they would always dance with me. Sometimes I found myself dancing with the 2 of them at the same time. They were both nice guys and I even started to flirt a little. I’d even dance a little dirty and let their hands touch my ass. It was fun and I was getting more comfortable with myself.
At night I would text Bob and tell him about my day. He was very curious about the boys I hung out with. Particularly James and Don. He’d ask me for details, what they said, whether they touched me or not. This actually made up most of our conversations.
At the end of the summer I returned to school. Bob got a place of his own after graduation. I spent most of my weekends at Bob’s. His favorite date was to still go out dancing. He never danced with me.
When we went he’d suggest clothes for me to wear. He liked things that were more revealing. Shorter dresses, lower necklines. I was feeling sexier and more confident. I started looking around at the girls in the club and buying clothes like theirs.
His favorite dresses barely covered my ass and had necklines where you could pretty much see part of my bra. When I wore them I got a lot of attention and boys clambering to dance with me. I’d spend most of the nights on the dance floor dancing with anyone who asked me. Bob would watch from the side.
I got to know the crowd. I’d dance with the same guys every time we went. For their part they took more liberties with their hands. They did not hesitate to grab my ass or cup my breasts as I was grinding against them. I could often feel their hard ons through their clothes.
Bob would watch from the sidelines and ask for details when we got home. He was really fascinated when I told him I could feel their hard ons and would ask me what it was like. We’d have sex at night and he’d ask me about it when we had sex. He’d often cum as we talked about it.
Bob asked me to marry him. We’d been dating for almost a year and I said yes. We planned to be married right after graduation in my hometown.
We continued going out. I’d spend weekends at Bob’s. We’d go out dancing. I’d dance and he’d watch. During sex he kept asking me about dancing. He’d ask me for details when someone touched my ass or breasts.
One day, while we were having sex and I was telling him this, he blurted out, “I can’t wait to be married to my hot wife.” I took it as a compliment. He would say it often as we had sex.
One day I told my roommates that he’d said that. They laughed. I had no idea why and asked them what was so funny. They repeated “Hot Wife” and laughed.
I didn’t want to sound stupid so I let it drop. When I was alone I googled it. I learned that a hot wife was a wife who had sex with other people. As I read more I started to see patterns. I just shook them out of my head. I was sure Bob didn’t mean that.
I couldn’t believe the stories. I read about men who liked knowing their wives were having sex. I read about the women. I have to admit, some of the stories were hot.
One night while having sex Bob again said he couldn’t wait to have me as his hot wife. I asked him if he knew that the term hot wife meant a wife who had sex with others. He came immediately.
It was hard planning a wedding during my final semester, but we did it. I invited the group of friends I made last summer. We had stayed in touch when I was at school. Especially James and Don. During Christmas break I almost spent the whole time with them. During the school year, they would send me flirty and suggestive texts. It was all in fun.
As I planned the wedding Bob asked me about the guests. He was particularly interested in James and Don. He would ask me about them often. I would often share my texts with Bob. When he’d see me one of the first things he’d ask to see is my texts with James and Don. The flirtier and more suggestive they were, the more he liked them.
They’d often text when Bob and I were together. He’d read them and then make suggestions about what I should respond. Some of his ideas were very suggestive. Often the reply would be a double entendre implying that I’d have sex with them.
One night we went for dinner and dancing. Through dinner he had me replying to texts from James and Don. I was telling them I was dressed to go out. They asked for a picture. When we got back to Bob’s place. Bob suggested we take a picture for them. I was wearing one of Bob’s favorite dresses. It was a red wrap that tied at the hip. It came down about 3 inches over my ass. You could see a bit of my lacy black bra over the neckline. Bob took one of me in my dress and sent it.
They replied that they thought the dress was hot. Don then replied that the bra was hot too and said he’d like to see more of it.
I responded, “Don’t you wish.”
Bob read the text and said, “Hey, let’s tease them a little. Show them the bra.”
I of course said no but Bob was insistent. He pointed out that everything was covered and that during the summer they had seen me in a bathing suit. He said it was no big deal.
I was skeptical, but I agreed. I pulled the top of my wrap dress apart and Bob took and sent a picture. Bob kept looking at my phone for a response. It was almost immediate. They both started commenting on how hot I looked and how they wished I was home or they were with me.
Bob was excited. He kept telling me how cool that was. The texts came back asking if my panties matched my bra.
Bob told me to respond, “Always.”
I admit I was liking the flirtiness. I was liking the compliments. James and Don started texting that they wanted to see the panties.
I told them no way, but then Bob said that I should. He said it would be fun and it’s not like they were here. There was a part of me that said no, but there was a part of me that was loving being the center of attention.
As he was talking to me Bob pulled the tie of my wrap dress and let it fall open. He then told me to hold it open while he took the pic. I did and he sent it to them.