My first walk of shame… was at my husband’s work holiday party [F]

This was a while ago, when my husband (then fiance) and I just got engaged.

Before dating him, I was very vanilla. Not a prude, but definitely not the slut that I am today. When we got together, he empowered me into being more confident, more sexual, more slutty. The skirts became shorter, the heels became taller, clothes tighter and skimpier, my inhibitions were slowly being stripped away. When we got engaged, we both agreed that I would get implants and that’s when I transform into his trophy hotwife slut, a role that I eagerly waited to fulfill.

A few months after the surgery, my then fiance had his annual work holiday party. He works in finance, and his workplace is very macho. Alpha males, successful, confident men who knew what they wanted. Very dog eat dog place. Anyways, it was also the first time seeing his colleagues again since the engagement (and surgery), so the party was also a quasi congratulatory party for us.

For the party, I dressed in the skimpiest and sluttiest outfit. Honestly, it wasn’t even a dress, more like lingerie. It was this black chemise, that was so sheer that you could see my black thong underneath. It was so short, it barely covered my butt and often times, it would ride halfway up to show my bottoms of my cheeks. Paired with sky high stilettos and slut makeup, I looked like a 5 diamond escort. But only I was my fiance’s trophy slut.

So when we arrived at the party, that’s when all the fun started. As soon as they took my coat, it was clear that I was on display. When we walked in, everybody’s head turned. Almost immediately, we were approached by a few of his buddies. They haven’t seen me in a while, and certainly not since the surgery. My fiance politely re-introduces us, as I offer them hugs. But they’re not even paying attention. They are practically already fucking me with their stares and salivating already. The guys comment on my looks, as my fiance proudly takes my hand and spins me around to let them see. Honestly, I’m loving this as I’m eating up all the male attention.

Of course, being the alpha males that they are, they comment on my body, boobs and slut outfit. I could tell that they wanted more. That’s when I smiled at my husband and stepped forward to approach one of the guys. In a flirtatious way, I commented on how good he looked in his suit, as I played with his tie. His hand, almost as a reflex, grabbed my hip and pulled me closer as my tits pressed into his body. My back was now face towards the 2 other guys and my fiance. My fiance then commented on my ass, and asked the suit guy what he thought. The suit guy took this as permission, as he slowly bunched up my ‘dress’ to reveal my ass to the others. Then with one hand, he firmly grabbed my ass and gave his approval. The others were just smiling and smirking, as the suit guy began to play with my thong. I looked forward to him and began to smile, and that’s when we were interrupted by another group who approached us. I quickly went back to my husband, fixing my dress, as again we greeted ourselves to this new group.

These small interactions happened throughout the night. I would be introduced and shown off. My husband would make a comment or I would be extra flirty and sexual. We would be discreet of course, well as much as we could. But each time, a guy would use the opportunity to explore my body, pushing the envelope throughout the night. It started as in innocent touch, to a firm grabbing, and eventually to all out fondling and groping. There were times where I would sit on a guys lap. Or a guy would reach around and manhandle my tits from behind and play with my nipples. All the while, I loved that I was making my husband proud and allowed this and flirted back. To be on display, in this ultra slutty role, pandering towards these men was really erotic and sensual. To put it bluntly, I was objectified and loved it. Each time, my husband gave his approval to these guys, as he clearly wanted to show off his trophy.

Now there were other women at the party of course. Mostly girlfriends of the guys. Instead of being so sexual and naughty, they were more judgmental and caddy. There were looks of judging, on my outfit, on my behavior, but I didn’t care. We made small talk about wedding planning and stuff, but I knew their true thoughts.

Now the entire party wasn’t all like this. There was some normal conversation of course. Lots of food and alcohol. Some speeches by the VIPs of the company. Partying, dancing, all the good stuff that a fun party would have.

As the night was winding down, my fiance challenged me with a mission to approach a group of guys and allow any advances they offer. So while he stayed at the bar, looking, I walked over to this group. It had the original suit guy, from the beginning of the night. I flirted with all the men of course, but the suit guy took the lead. His hand was up my dress, playing with my drenched pussy. Then he stood behind me, knelt down and pulled my panties down to my knees. The other guys were looking on, as he stood back up and he slightly bent me over, and slid his fingers inside of me. His pace quickened as I was enjoying every second of this. He bent me over a little bit more, as I had reach out with my hand and balance myself off of another guy’s shoulder. By this point, there was no discretion. I was moaning loudly, gasping for air, as he continued to finger me. A few more people joined as spectators, including my fiance. Our eyes connect as I’m completely vulnerable, most sexually and emotionally. Only a minute had passed, as a woman saw what was happening and scoffed at the scene. Her comments and behavior made us stop, to maintain some manner of decorum.

My fiance came forward and collected me from the suit guy. He suggested that the party was winding down and we make our exit. I agreed, and bent over, to pick up my thong off the floor. I handed it to the suit guy, and thanked him for the night. I grabbed his crotch to personally validate his approval of me. I took my fiance’s hand and we then proceeds down the walk of shame.

Since my dress was so sheer, everybody could see the thong, or the fact that I wasn’t wearing it anymore. As we walk towards the exit, we said our friendly goodbyes. Hugs, kisses, handshakes and caddy comments and all. With each goodbye, I could feel the intense sexual energy. By that point, everybody knew what kind of slut I am. Each judgmental comment and objectifying stare only reinforced the trophy slut role that I just fulfilled. We had finally made it to the exit, collected our coats and left the party.

Example of my outfit (THIS IS NOT ME): https://imgur.com/a/LCWmhyQ

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ntwqm/my_first_walk_of_shame_was_at_my_husbands_work