Skimpy

"Well?" your wife asked when you walked into the bedroom.

You swallowed. Hard. "It...it's kind of skimpy," you stammered.

She was fairly conservative in how she dressed, how she acted; the perfect mother of two little girls. Until she met him. She'd never dressed that way for you, even when you were dating. "I know," she said, "but you know how he is, you know how he likes me to dress."

"But...but the girls," you said.

She shrugged. "I know," she said, "I know. But we talked about this, hon, it's integrating him into our home. It's not like we're going to go at it around them, but they'll see when mom's special friend comes over mom dresses different than she does when just dad's here. I guess it's just his way of showing things are different when he's around. So..."

"So?"

"What do you think?"

You looked at your wife, her skirt barely covering her ass, her breasts ready to fall out of her top, felt so turned on seeing her like this, seeing her so overtly slutty. Part of you loved it, loved seeing her dressed like this, but another part felt jealous, aware she only dressed like this for him, that she was overtly slutty for him, only for him. If anything, when he wasn't around, she'd been dressing more conservative than ever, like she was drawing a line. 

The perfect housewife and mother for you; the sex starved slut for him.

"You...you look so...so..." You couldn't bring yourself to say it.

"Slutty?" she suggested.

You nodded, bit your lip.

"Will you put the girls to bed? We're going to watch a movie and...you know..."

"Yes," you said. "Is...is he..."

"I don't know," she said. "That's up to him. If he does, we'll just use the guest room in the basement in case one of the girls gets up. I'll come upstairs after he falls asleep, don't worry, you'll get to...you know..."

"Hon," you swallowed, face red.

"Shhhh, it's okay, I know it's embarrassing, but I like it, I really do."

"Hon," you mumbled, "I...it's...I mean...it's not...not...proper."

She smiled. "Sweetie, I have a boyfriend, we're way beyond proper. Besides, it makes me feel good. Not just physically, but emotionally. I know licking me after he's been with me is different, I know most husbands don't want to lick their wife clean after she's been with her boyfriend, but it's...comforting. Besides, you get so excited, it isn't like you're doing something awful that you hate. And I like it. Having my husband clean his mess."