That Dress

by JAX

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Reluctant, Heterosexual, True Story, Slut Wife, Petting, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: I often remembered the dresses my first wife wore and that would spark off other memories.

I'm sure I've said somewhere before in one or more of my other stories that I often remembered the dresses my first wife wore and that would spark off other memories. The dress that I remember the most was a white halter neck one she actually made herself. It started out as a paper pattern and a large amount of white material.

"So what do you think?" she asked.

She had been sitting finishing off the dress in her red silk kimono when she slipped that off and put of the new dress.

"Turn for me," I asked.

"It's not finished yet," she said, "I need to do the hem at the bottom. What do you think about the top, is it too low?"

It was a halter neck design and the vee of the top came down to just below her bust line showing a nice amount of naked skin.

"No," I said.

All you could really see was a tantalising bit of her size 'D' breasts.

"What about theses?" she asked and held up two thin strips of material.

The original design had two straps across the gap to hold the two sides together.

"I don't think you're going to need them," I said, "it doesn't gape at all and you can't see much."

"Should I make it lower then," she said, "or perhaps wider."

She pulled the two sides of the dress apart to demonstrate.

"No, no it's fine as it is," I said.

Below the vee of the neckline were six buttons that held both sides of the dress together.

The first time she wore it was at a Dinner Dance we were invited to and I remember she looked magnificent. She glowed in the attention that dress was giving her even if it didn't expose that much of her fine tits.

We lived at the time in a one bedroom flat and we often gave dinner parties to some of our special friends. One had been arranged and she was panicking as to what to wear.

"Wear that white dress," I suggested.

"What, no, that's much to formal," she said. "But you've given me an idea though."

"What?" I asked.

She didn't tell me but dug the dress out of the closet and went to work on it with a pair of scissors.

"So what do you think?" she asked.

She had cut off the long skirt to make it a mini.

"Put it on," I suggested.

She quickly stripped off her clothes and pulled the dress on.

"Need to make good the hem," she gasped as she pulled the top up. "Need to lose some weight too, it's a bit tight."

She always wanted to lose a few pounds, although I liked her the way she was.

"So is it short enough?" she asked giving me a twirl.

"It's fine," I said.

Although I never considered her legs to be her best bits and in this she agreed with me for she would have liked them a bit longer.

We had my old friend from work and his girlfriend over, a pretty girl with great legs but she couldn't compete on the night with J's partly exposed bust.

"I bet you loved showing your tits off to Terry," I stated as roughly massaged her tits later that night.

Working on her tits was the fastest way of getting her juices going.

"Y-yes," she groaned.

"I just bet you let him have a feel while I was out of the room?" I asked.

"Y-yes, but only a quick one," she confessed.

I suppose it must have been quite difficult for them for I was only out of sight a few minutes showing Lee around the other few rooms in our flat.

"You're a big titted slut," I said moving one hand between her spread legs.

She was already sopping down below but I wasn't ready to mount her yet. She was losing it and before too long, my twin attack on her tits and pussy pushed her over the top.

"God yes," she screamed and her body jerked in orgasm.

"There was that nice?" I asked gentler now as I squeezed her fine tits.

"Mmm," she moaned.

Sometimes I like a tit fuck but tonight I wanted a fuck her properly so I got aboard and pushed my cock into her sopping wet pussy.

"Spread 'em wider you slut," I said.

"Bet you'll like to fuck 'im too," I said as I pumped between her spread legs.

"God yes, anytime." She groaned and her hips became alive again.

With that vision in my head of my best friend fucking my lovely busty wife, I was soon splattering deep inside her.

We were putting clothes aside for our forthcoming holiday to the South of France.

"I need something for the evenings," she stated her hands on her hips staring down at the mass of clothes she had pulled out of her closet.

"What about this one?" she held up that white dress, "you always like me in this."

"Yeah," I looked up.

"Perhaps I could work on it some more," she mused, "make it a bit lower; would you like that?"

"Sure babe," I said.

I never objected to her showing off her assets especially her fine 34D bust. A couple of weeks passed before she held up the finished article.

"What do you think?" she said.

"Put it on," I said.

"Yeah ok," she smiled.

She was quickly stripped down to just her knickers and what a lovely sight it was. She had made a big effort over the last few months to lose a few pounds and even I could see the difference. Her tits were standing firm and proud and even her legs look longer by being slimmer.

"Is it too low," she asked, turning to see herself in the full-length mirror.

"Yeah a bit," I confessed.

"I think I may have over done it," she giggled and one of her perfect tits fell out.

"Yeah," I laughed too, "I think you're right."

"Time to find those straps," she said. "I know I put them somewhere."

Another half an hour goes by with her sitting cross-legged on the floor dressed delightfully in just her knickers and she was ready to show me again.

"Is that better?" she asked.

She had sewn on a buttons on either side of the top and put the strap between them to hold it all together.

"Well you're not going to fall out now," I said.

"Am I still showing too much?" she asked.

There was in my mind no such thing as too much.

"Look you're going to be topless all day on the beach," I explained, "so how much is too much for evening wear?"

"I've got that low blue dress," she said, "I'll try that on."

I sat back to enjoy an hour of so of strip tease as she tried this dress and that outfit.

"I think I'll take that white dress anyway," she said after trying on every dress she owned. "We might be invited to a posh do and I could wear it."

In the end she never did wear it on that holiday but she often wore it at parties much to all us guys delight.

I was sitting having a quiet drink and chatting to a friend when I glanced up to see J on a close embrace with some strange guy. Although it was quite dim on the dance floor I could still tell he had his hand inside her top and was giving her tits a feel. I didn't mind some guy copping a feel for it would only make her hotter for some action later on with me. Next time I looked up she was missing, still not that concerned I still made an excuse and went to find her.

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