I am a 33-year-old married woman. My husband Saul often tells me that part of the reason he loves me is because I am a shameless flirt who enjoys showing off her attributes.

I am a 5-foot-seven-inch, 124-pound brunette with B-cup breasts, and I get lots of looks when I enter a room. I like to wear short skirts and low-cut blouses, and I often go without panties, so that when Saul and I go out for an evening, men sometimes get intimate glimpses of my charms.

Last week Saul’s old high school buddy, Tim, called and said he was going to be in town for a week on business, and hoped they could get together for old times’ sake. Saul immediately offered to let him stay with us, and Tim accepted the invitation.

I had just gotten home from work a few days later when Tim arrived at our door. When I... Read More