Displayed and released

My name is Elizabeth, I live in Santos and have a couple of children. I'm 1.65 meters tall and weigh 58 kilos. I am blonde with very short hair and perfect body even though I don't look like a girl anymore. The story that I tell you about was true and it happened some months ago. After so many years married to Paul I fell into the familiar routine for housewives: sex with my husband no longer gave me any sensation; everything was monotonous and repetitive. I always kept myself under control until one day an event occurred which completely changed my life. At the hairdresser I frequented there was a "sacoleira" selling clothes and after trying some of them my friend convinced me to try on a white, semi-transparent mini dress that in addition to highlighting my sunburned thighs and exposing a good part of my breasts made it clear which panties and bra I was wearing at the time. It was a wonderful feeling, never felt before... I felt alive and coveted. And seeing the excited looks of my neighbors made no doubt about it; not only did I buy that dress but other even bolder pieces as well. From then on I became an outspoken exhibitionist parading through streets in mini skirts, tight-fitting transparent blouses. Since I didn't expect to get out of the car, and because it was so hot, I wore a micro-salmon skirt that when I ducked down my underwear would come off. On top I had on a lemon green curtained top which I adjusted in such a way as only to cover the nipples of her breasts. High heeled sandals completed the set. I realized how much impact Carlos (the teacher), a tall and charming brunette man, had made. The next day claiming paperwork delivery at the secretary's desk, I went to his meeting wearing a transparent blue micro dress with absolutely nothing below. Carlos was completely upset and stuttering a lot invited me to lunch the next day claiming to discuss my son's evaluation. In the restaurant I gave an exhibitionist show: a red dress microphone, totally transparent, with tiny black panties on top ... nothing. It was a commotion in place. When we left Carlos , white of erection, whispered in my ear that he could not stand it anymore and wanted to fuck me. He gently said that she was married , loved my husband and that her wish would only be possible if Paul agreed. My husband had already noticed my new behavior and when I told him what happened he hugged me , kissed me and declared that it was his greatest fantasy to see me being owned by another man as long as he could watch. From then on, and always with the knowledge and approval of my husband, I started my career as an exhibitionist whore, having slept among many others with my husband's boss, his best friend, several neighbors, my mechanic, my dentist, gynecologist, my brother-in-law and so much more. I feel happy and fulfilled sexually, including the fact that my husband Paul has discovered with wonder the whore he married.