[JonThink]

This occurred shortly after I graduated from college. My wife and I dated throughout college. As soon as I graduated we got married, moved to the city, got good jobs and started breaking away, to some extent. from our college friends and my frat. In those few months following graduation, my wife had gotten a little more adventuresome with her sexy dressing when going out to some fantastic dance clubs in the city. It was common for her to wear an assortment of very short miniskirts, mid-riff tops, low-rise pants and no bra with see-through blouses. At the end of the school year the frat always had a blowout party at a rented venue in a nice apartment clubhouse or a hotel ballroom. The party perpetually had a live band, and the guys went all out to make it one of the best, if not the best, party(ies) of the year. All the college girls wanted to be invited to that party. What they didn’t realize is that the frat guys would always mix a Purple Passion drink (Everclear and g**** juice) in an old bathtub with legs that could be carried into the party and left for everyone to readily fill their drink glasses as needed. Since the party was held in late May in the South, and with everyone dancing throughout the evening in that hot club room, people needed to cool off regularly with a nice cool iced-down drink. And the bathtub Purple Passion went down smoothly and easily while cooling the body temps off. The frat guys knew to take it easy with that drink, but the girls didn’t. They would get drunk and drunker with each additional drink. They started dancing sexier and sexier while losing some of their clothes, and eventually became easy marks for the frat guys. There was plenty of fucking in the parking lot, nearby motels and even, in some cases, in the facility’s bushes.

Since I had just recently graduated and still knew all the frat guys, they asked my wife and I to come to the party. We agreed and planned to have a really great time as we always had for the end of the year blast. My wife was willing to dress sexy that night, but knowing everyone so well, she didn’t want to be overly exposed. She agreed to wear a very short miniskirt and a see-through navy blue blouse with no bra. However, she said that she wouldn’t want to wear that see-through blouse braless without some coverage. I argued to the contrary, but she won out. She had an open front black velvet vest that she put on over her see-through blouse. The vest offered some shots as it moved from one side to another over her blouse and boobs. At times one could readily see that she was braless and got glances of her tits via that see-through material. I remember that as we got out of the car and were walking up to the party venue, my wife said, “Those poor girls are gonna get fucked tonight with all that Purple Passion flowing.” I agreed, and knew that she was thinking back to her early years attending that same end of year party. As we entered the venue, we were warmly greeted by all the frat guys and many of the girls that we had known in prior years. Some of the guys spotted a little of what my wife had on and replied about how good she was looking.

The night continued along the same lines that we had expected. The girls were guzzling the Purple Passion and losing all inhibitions. The frat guys were more measured in their intake, and were starting to lay in wait. The one thing that surprised me was that my wife was drinking more of the Purple Passion than I expected and was beginning to lose many of her inhibitions. She was dancing sexier and was making the rounds with a number of our frat friends on the dance floor. I noted that her blouse had lost two additional buttons that had been buttoned toward the neck, which left the highest button that was still closed just under the bottom of her boobs. So she was exposing plenty of cleavage, and it was quite obvious that she was wearing no bra. Soon she was reaching up behind her lifting the vest and flapping it like a fan while talking with people. This exposed her basically bare tits under that see-through blouse with half the buttons open. The guys were all crowding around her and enjoying the view.

As the party wore later into the evening, many people began to leave -- heading for the bushes, cars or motels to knock off a piece. However, my wife wanted to stay to the bitter end and dance until the band quit. I had no problem with that. She looked hot, and I knew that the evening would finish with a good blow job and fuck – no matter how long she danced. I did notice that she was working up a sweat with that vest on over a polyester see-through shirt. After just about every dance, she was going to the rest room and grabbing a paper towel or two and drying off her face and neck and chest (as she reached into her mostly open blouse at this stage. Of course, she continued to cool off with drink after drink of ice cold Purple Passion. With about thirty minutes left to go for the party, she walked into the restroom to get some paper towels and dry off. This time though when she came out, she still had the black velvet vest on, but the navy blue see through blouse was in her hand. The vest was flying open over to the side of her boobs. I must have looked a little surprised, because she quickly explained, “I was just so hot in that damn polyester blouse with this vest on over it, I was about to pass out. You don’t mind do you?” I had to admit that she was damn hot, and I really didn’t mind. It was a total turn-on! And the frat guys didn’t mind the view either. They were looking at those nice, full, perky DD’s with her beautiful pink tits glistening from accumulated beads of sweat. I replied, “No, go ahead. You are good to go.” She finished off the night dancing with that vest swaying from side to side displaying her boobies for all to see.

As the party concluded and our good-byes were said, we headed back to the car. I was so horny from her almost toplessness, as apparently she also was from exhibiting her attributes, that we couldn’t wait to get home. I stripped off her remaining clothes right there in the car in that parking lot with no concern for who might be around or watching. Her tight little beaver was unbelievably wet, and she came almost before I started pumping her pussy with my stiff, hot rod. When it was all said and done, she climaxed three times. I was afraid all the moaning and groaning was going to attract a crowd, but fortunately it was very late and few people were still around. After we finished, we were both so hot and sweaty, we drove home totally naked through the city streets. More than a few people in adjacent cars in traffic saw us, but I was a little drunk and she was very drunk. So a little nudity around strangers didn’t mean much to either of us. It was one great party!