Then she spoke to me. “Just so you know, you are not the only one obsessed by my pussy, so be careful what you’re doing. I don’t even care anyhow what others are doing or thinking.
“I live my life doing everything I want. Sleep for as long as I want, go out with my friends whenever I want. Dress how I want. Say anything I want. Hey, anyone who likes it, okay, but whoever doesn’t can just go away. Ha, ha, ha, ha…isn’t that right my dear husband? Come on say it. You like your wife. Tell them what I can do. You know I used to enjoy teasing him and humiliating him, and he took it all in stride, just to be with me.
“God, when I remember all the stuff I used to do to him. Ha, ha…I simply cannot comprehend why everyone is running after me, chasing me.
“Go on and tell them what happened at the beach. Admit that everyone on the beach turned to look at me. There were some guys who would stare at my body for like two hours. Well, what can I do? I’m used to it by now. Wherever I go, people just stare at me, and begin talking nonsense, especially the people I work with.”
“Would you tell us about that?” said Joan. “I, for one, am very interested.”
“Well what can I say? I draw a lot of attention from both male and female colleagues. What can I do? It’s not my fault.” She laughed. “They stick to me, run around me, buy me gifts, and try to please me. They often invite me to be a guest at their homes. Then they try to greet me nicely, and to be good hosts.
“Let me tell you about what happened to me last summer when I was invited by one of my friends, Isabel. By the way, she was constantly asking me to come for a visit. She used to tell me that she and her husband always wanted to treat me.
“‘Alice, come visit us,’ Isabel pleaded. ‘My John is going to order the barbecue you like so much from a nearby restaurant.’
“I really had no reason to turn that offer down so one day I decided to go and visit them. Of course I got ready and dressed especially for the occasion.”
Chapter 2
“I ordered my husband to iron my outfit. I got dressed in a miniskirt he bought me. He liked that skirt and couldn’t resist buying it for me. He likes to buy me things he knows would make me especially desirable. Also this is the only opportunity for him to see my sexy side, and when I get back home from work.
“That husband of mine thinks that if he pleases me in various ways he will get to see my pussy. You know that until now he never was wrong about the size of my clothing, because he obviously knows my body, which he looks at not only during the day, but also dreams about every night.
“He must totally be obsessed with me. Ha, ha, ha…That skirt fit me perfectly. The upper part was cut so it was pinned to my hips, and the bottom part was pleated from the middle of my ass. The miniskirt is very short, so it is inevitable for the pleated part to lift and show off my ass every time I bend down a little. I like to wear this skirt because the fabric is very soft and nice.
“I wore a tight, short, red sleeveless shirt. I topped the outfit off with my new red high-heel sandals. Hey, let me find you some photos of me wearing that skirt in my laptop.”
While she was searching for the photos, she continued with her story. “After I finished getting ready, I gave this slave of mine a few orders, what needed to be done while I was having a good time. I ordered him to vacuum the carpets, dust, scrub the bathroom, iron my clothes, wash some of my shirts and skirts, fix the bed for sleeping, and cook lunch for tomorrow. I always need to give him a few assignments so he won’t get lazy and sloppy. Ha, ha, ha, ha.
“While I was giving him his homework, I demanded for him to kneel in front of me, kiss my legs, knees and ass since I know that excites him and gives him a motive to work.
“There, I finally found the document I was looking for with some of my photos. Look at that miniskirt. How do you like it?” She turned the laptop and started to explain the details of where those photos were taken.
“It is a very short skirt!” Joan said “You look dangerous in it. Woman, you can see your ass on this one!”
“Really?! Was that the one you took before I went to the farewell party for one of my workers? I can’t remember. Who could find their way around here? There are a lot of photos of me in here. He uses every opportunity to take a picture when I get ready to go out.
“I usually don’t forbid him to do it. He can take as many pictures as he wants to look at me later. It costs me nothing, and means a lot to him. There you see this one. We were at a birthday party of my nephew in a restaurant.”
“Damn. You can’t make out if the skirt is really shorter or if the cleavage is deeper. Look at the size of those heels. You look very provocative,” commented Joan.