I always enjoyed flirting with men at those parties. And my husband always enjoyed watching me doing it. I sensed that he felt proud when he saw other men lavish envious attention on me. But the last party I went to didn’t turn out as I had planned.
For most of the night, it was no different than the dozens of other parties that my husband and I’ve been too. My top was cut too low and my jeans were too tight. Men were hanging around me, staring at my tits, occasionally brushing up against me as we walked. But as the party was winding down, a group of men were huddled around me, telling me dirty jokes, and making remarks to themselves about my tits. I was horny, happy, and looking forward to going home and fucking my husband. But the hornier I got, the more obvious my nipples became, and the men just seemed to be more emboldened. One of them reached out and pinched my nipples between his fingers. I tried to tell them to stop but I was frozen with shock and fear. Before I knew it another guy took his turn and squeezed my nipples. Then another. I just stood there and let them.