I was twenty-eight when I met my first wife. She was older than me. She was not only beautiful but had a body to kill for, including a nice set of 38D breasts that she did not mind showing off. We married a year after we started dating.

Shortly after we married, the owner retired and turned over the day-to-day management to my wife. Before retiring, he laid off everyone except five of his most valued employees who were black. He then turned the office staff into a two-woman office with his daughter Abby as the receptionist and my wife, both of whom were white.

The owner added a bonus to my wife's pay every week the quotes were met. They had to be manufactured, packed, and shipped by Friday night.

It was so stressful for my wife that she asked that I not visit her at work anymore.

The men came in late for work and were not making the Quota. Janet did not know how to fix this problem, so Abby devised a solution.

Abby knew that the way these men always looked at my wife and the filthy comments they made about her. Abby knew what the men wanted from my wife.

Janet got a locker in the warehouse with the other men, and every morning at 7:45, she would change out of her street clothes and start to dress in what would be her office attire. She stood naked in front of the workers as she began to get dressed.

My wife started with stockings, a garter belt, a leather micro mini skirt without panties, and a sleeveless blouse with no buttons that exposed her breasts. 

Abby, who also wore very revealing clothes but not as revealing as Janet, started to join Janet as they frequently toured the plant's manufacturing area, to the workers' delight.

On Friday afternoons, when the men had made their quota, my wife and Abby joined the workers in the warehouse. Abby watched as Janet removed her blouse and miniskirt and allowed the men to pull a train on her. On pretty days, they retired to the loading dock in the alley for fun.

Abby occasionally called to update me on company news, giving her time to flirt with me.

Abby tried to start problems with my marriage by telling me about my wife allowing the men to watch her get dressed in the warehouse, but she stopped short of telling me about the parties after work on Friday afternoons.

I laughed and told Abby I knew she had done worse things before we met, and I did not care. Knowing she was so desirable was a turn-on to me.

After about three years, Janet grew cold, and we started to have problems with our marriage.

One night, we sat down and had a long talk. She told me that on the nights she was out with Abby, she had fallen into old habits and was again frequenting the clubs and allowing black men to pick her up. She asked for a divorce, and I agreed.

After the divorce, Abby continued to call me and wanted to go out with me. I finally agreed, and we met for drinks after she told me that she would elaborate on what my ex-wife did before we met and after our divorce.

Abby told me more about her stories at the club than I knew. It was true that Janet never knew where or with whom she would wake up next to.

Abby convinced Janet that this was too risky and that if she continued this lifestyle, she would have to do it in her car in the parking lot.

Abby told me that one night after Janet and I had gotten married, Janet had hooked up with a group of young black men who had been there for a Bachelor party. She had removed her clothes, and the men had followed her into the parking lot and behind the dumpsters. She had allowed all the men to pull a train on her.

As Janet's reputation grew, she did this more times. On these nights, as the word got out that she was naked behind the dumpsters, more men showed up to join in the fun the other men were having with her. Others took pictures of this well-built, white woman pulling a train with these black men. At times, there were over a dozen men who enjoyed her.

Abby then told me about her office attire at work. When she checked how production was going, she removed her blouse and mini skirt and wore only high heels, stockings, and a garter belt. There were naked pictures of her posted everywhere.

On Friday nights, when the men made their quota, my wife met them on the rear loading dock in the alley, where she allowed them to pull a train on her. There were times when men gathered to see my wife's performance.

I jokingly told Abby that I did not know just what a slut my ex-wife was, but I wished I had seen her in action.