Prologue: https://imgur.com/a/QnA98KW
I shared a bit about my slutty adventures recently in another sub, but what I didn’t talk about was the effect they’ve had on my relationship with my boyfriend. I think we were both surprised by how much we loved it, and it wasn’t long at all before I was inviting him to join in.
Our relationship has evolved over time into a very intense Dom/sub dynamic, and we both got off on the idea of including that in my fun with other people. I wanted him to pass me around a table like a party favor, he wanted to send me out to fuck a guy of his choice while he was at work—the dirty fantasies came a mile a minute. I may be bragging a little when I say our sex life has never been hotter.
On Saturday afternoon he sent me a text telling me to wear a specific dress for our date that night: a black sleeveless number with a front zipper that goes all the way down. That alone was enough to get me going, because we’ve been coming to refer to it as my “whoring dress” since it’s the dress I wear when I’m meeting a guy and hoping for a little public play. Clearly he had some plans for me that evening, so I figured I might as well not bother wearing underwear.