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A few years back, I was having an ongoing fling with a man named Steve.  He was divorced and I had met him in an internet chatroom.  He lived in the same city and it wasn’t long before our chats evolved into a casual sexual relationship.  I suppose FWB would describe it best. He knew I was married and he respected that our relationship had limits.Steve was several years younger than me and he was quite attractive. He was dating a twenty-something girl but it wasn’t serious. I teased him about how all men having a mid-life crisis have a fling with a woman twenty years younger. He fully agreed. I suggested maybe he was my mid-life crisis fling.Steve had a nice firm muscular body and was in great shape. I felt very fortunate that he was interested in me. He was young, hot, and exciting.It was easy to meet Steve as he worked from home and had his own place. He always made himself available despite my restrictive schedule. We would meet several times a month, always when my husband was out of town on business.One afternoon, I was feeling particularly horny so we made arrangements to meet at his place. Steve was very good at getting me hot and bothered with his texts. He knew how to push my sexual buttons. He had sent me several hot steamy messages that morning. By the early afternoon, I was extremely aroused and I couldn’t wait to see him again. It had been three weeks since I last saw him and I couldn’t wait to devour him.Steve had a domineering side to him which I found very attractive and exciting. Nothing too wild or crazy. He liked to be in control and I enjoyed being his sex toy. Or was he my sex toy?He took pleasure in ordering me how to dress and I did my best to please him. I was thrilled to have this younger hot guy interested in me so I wanted to keep it exciting for him as well as myself. Since we always met at his place, it was safe to dress more daringly than I normally would if I was meeting someone in public. I had become comfortable with Steve and his sexual demands. I enjoyed being controlled. I have always been submissive.Steve had requested a short skirt with bare legs and heels. He also requested a see-through blouse with no bra. I didn’t have a see-through blouse but I did find an old white sheer blouse in the back of my closet. It was matched with a white camisole. Without the camisole, it was very sheer and more transparent than see-through. But that’s all I had, so I forewent the camisole for Steve.Besides, no one but Steve was going to see it so I wore it. Of course, I wore a small şişli escort jacket over top to cover up during my drive. A girl needs to be careful after all. He also had requested no panties as an added treat. Again I obeyed and dressed as I was told. I enjoyed pleasing Steve.One last request… gloss lipstick. He loved glossy lips. I had a quick look in the mirror before leaving and I couldn’t believe how slutty I looked. The blouse was so sheer I might as well have gone topless. My skirt barely covered my ass and the heels were much higher than I regularly wore. There was no question I was dressed for sex. Steve is going to be so happy with me.This was not me at all. I always dress classy and somewhat conservatively. But my husband was away and I didn’t have to behave or answer to anyone. I could live out my secret life as I called it.In my secret life, I could release the inner slut that was oppressed in my normal everyday life. Nobody knew me and I could be as promiscuous as I wanted. Steve knew how to bring out my inner slut. He had me doing things I would never dream nor want to do with my husband. Steve was exciting and I was so aroused that I would be seeing him soon.I arrived at his place and knocked on the door. I was excited and aroused to see Steve’s reaction to my outfit. I opened up my jacket to make a good first impression. As soon as Steve opened the door I removed my jacket and stepped into the hallway to embrace him.  Actually it was more like I threw myself at him. I was all over him, he didn’t even get a chance to say hello. It had been three long weeks since we had sex and I was horny as hell.  As I gave him a lustful wet hello kiss with my glossy lips I ground my whole body into his. My pelvis grinding into his hip as my leg lifted up to rub his groin with my knee. My hand found its way into his pants for a handshake or is that called a cock shake.  Yes, I was that horny and aroused.Steve instinctively grabbed my bare ass as my raised leg wrapped around him. About thirty seconds into our greeting, Steve peeled me off and stepped back from me. I thought he wanted to have a good look at my outfit, this was the first time I had worn the see-thru blouse for him.Instead, he said, “April, I would like you to meet Ryan.” What?  Oh shit! As I looked into the living room there was this guy standing there with a big smile on his face watching me.  I felt like a kid getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Well, in this case in Steve’s crotch. I was so embarrassed.  I was dressed like mecidiyeköy escort a slut and I had not just thrown myself at Steve but I was groping him. Yikes, I turned beet red. It was quite obvious I was flustered as I hesitantly responded with, “Oh, nice to meet you.”In an attempt to regain my composure I reached down to adjust my skirt which had risen up while groping Steve. Damn it was short. I’m sure he just saw my bare ass as Steve was grabbing it. As I stood there in shock it took me a moment to remember I was wearing a see-through blouse. I quickly crossed my arms as I had dropped my jacket on the floor upon entry.Steve chuckled at my awkwardness and explained that Ryan was an old friend and that he was just passing by and decided to dropped in to say hello. I was at a loss for words but did manage to say, “OK.” How awkward was this? I just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide.Ryan apologized as he realized he had interrupted our afternoon plans. He motioned to leave but Steve insisted he stay. My mind was racing to understand the situation. Why is he asking him to stay? Should I leave, would that be rude? Should I reach down and grab my jacket off the floor and cover-up? I’m not wearing panties, can I reach down in this tiny skirt and heels without exposing myself? Hasn’t he seen enough?Steve guided me into the living room and motioned that we sit down while he fetched us some drinks.  As Steve left for the kitchen I slowly moved towards the couch. I carefully sat down trying not to further expose myself. As I sat down I instinctively I held my skirt down in order not to flash Ryan. In doing so I realized I was giving him a show as my breast dangled in my sheer blouse during the process.As I sheepishly sat on the couch with my arms and legs crossed, I was still entertaining the thought of bolting out the door. I girlishly lowered my head hoping to hide behind my hair that was too short to give me any kind of coverage for my boobs.Ryan sat in a chair opposite the couch and wasn’t saying much. ‘Where is this going? I’m going to kill Steve for this.’I could tell Ryan was just as uncomfortable as I was. He broke the silence with some small talk about how he had known Steve for many years etcetera… I wasn’t saying much, just nodding.What could I say? Oh, Steve and I are fuck buddies? FWB actually? We met on the internet? I’m married. By the way, my husband is out of town. I was thinking, ‘Damn, are my nipples are getting hard? April, remember to keep your legs crossed. Damn, this dress is so short my ass is hanging out. Ryan must think I’m a hooker or something. Oh my God, I have never felt like such a slut. Hurry up and get back in here, Steve.’ Yes, my mind was racing.Steve finally returned to the room with the drinks. As he handed me my drink, I again uncrossed my arms to accept it. Damn, I just flashed him my tits again. I wasn’t having much luck covering up my breasts. At least it was a stiff drink, just what I needed.Steve sat beside me on the couch and began to explain that Ryan had recently separated from his wife of twenty years. Now that the initial shock of our introduction had passed, I came to notice that Ryan was attractive looking and he also seemed genuinely nice. I liked that he was honestly embarrassed about the situation, as I was.The awkwardness was slowly melting away as Ryan and Steve continued to chat. I was getting comfortable with the help of the alcohol and began letting my guard down as they drew me into the conversation. Soon we were joking and laughing. As I nursed my drink I realized I had unintentionally uncrossed my arms again.Ryan had a clear view of my breasts from his viewpoint. Oh well, I’m sure he has seen nicer breasts than mine before. Besides as much as I was trying to cover up, I really wasn’t doing a very good job of it.Steve now had his hand on my bare thigh as I sat next to him. Ryan couldn’t help but notice as Steve’s hand was slowly rubbing up against my thigh. I was trying to keep my composer but I was heating up fast. I had now uncrossed my clinched legs and I could feel my legs parting ever so slightly as Steve moved his hand to my inner thigh as he continued talking with Ryan. Oh my God, I could feel myself getting aroused. My juices were flowing and I was getting flustered.I had no idea where this was going but naughty thoughts were going through my head. Did Ryan really just drop by or was this something Steve had planned? Either way, I was sitting on the couch with my boobs fully visible to Ryan while Steve was running his hand up my thigh. I so wanted to jump Steve but I was doing my best to resist.I looked over at Ryan and I could see the bulge in his pants. He realized I noticed and he crossed his legs in discomfort. Ryan and I made eye contact as Steve was talking. I nervously bit my bottom lip and ever so subtle parted my legs a tiny bit more. I could see Ryans eyes drop as he focused on my legs.I was losing it. I was trying not to squirm and hold it together. Steve was torturing me. I could feel my nipples gently rubbing against my blouse as they swelled and hardened. Was Steve showing me off to his friend Ryan? Was this going to turn into a threesome? Was I reading this wrong?

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