My first walk of shame [MF]

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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 super tight bandage type dress. If you’re into fashion and designers, think Herve Leger type dress. Except my dress was some cheap knockoff from Amazon. Anyways, it was white, relatively short and accentuated every curve. And I paired with this these clear stripper heels. Yes, I wore those out in public, to an office party. They SCREAMED slut. Finally my 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 puts his arm around me, with this sense of pride and ownership.

These small interactions happened throughout the night. I would be introduced and shown off. My husband, or someone else, would make a comment. 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. They’re all very pretty, probably trophies in their own right. We chatted, and they gave me their “war stories” of office parties and get together. We made small talk about wedding planning and stuff, but I knew their true thoughts. The rest of the party went off smoothly. 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.

Towards the end of the party, the office boss brought my husband on this stage thing, and congratulated him on a recent success. So of course he goes up and shakes the boss’s hand. That’s when the boss encouraged me to come up with him, and introduces me to the rest of the party. Fully on display here, I’m wave to everyone, as the men are probably fucking me in their minds. I stand beside my fiancé, as he says just some quick words. His hand is on the small of my back, but it slowly slides down onto my ass. That’s when he starts fondling and groping me, on stage, as he wraps up his quick speech. I was this sex object, this trophy that everybody saw. And I fucking loved it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9yrrqx/my_first_walk_of_shame_mf