The Dress

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many others in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are fiction no marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line.

The Dress

I come aware while still on the sewing machine. The last of my parts are connected. I feel the pain where my fabric has been cut. Then a zipper is sewn in, and a large button attached. I am placed on a hangar and hung on a rack. The rack has wheels and I and several other dresses talk back and forth as we come to understand our place.

We have been created by a young designer. He is creating a portfolio of sexy dresses for a show. We are rolled into a room, and one by one a model will select one and put it on. We understand that these are not "The ONE we are created for." When my turn comes, our creator marks me up and I am sent back for more work. Bits are cut off and others unstitched and moved. Then back to the room with the models.

Our creator looks at me a second time. "I don't know." He says "It is OK, put it early in the show. It can warm up the audience for the best ones." I am afraid. I really like being wrapped around a woman. It is what I was designed for. But the rumors are that dresses that fail are sent to an incinerator and burned. I don't want to be burned.

I am placed into a box. It is really hard to tell time when you are in a box, it is dark and nothing happens.

The box is opened, I am hung on a rack. A woman comes by collects me and irons me smooth. It makes me feel better, wanted. For three days I sit on the rack. People are milling around and I talk to a couple of old dresses. Vintage dresses that will open the show. I learn that they are ten and fourteen years old. I am told that the life span of a dress is usually less than five years.

Show day and a model pulls me off the rack. She is wearing panties that match my color. She steps into me, pulls the top parts up and connects them behind her neck. Fiddles around, positioning her breasts under the two arms of my top. Each arm starts at the back of the hip, wraps around over a breast and across a shoulder to the point at the top where my one button connects them. A zipper at the back is done up, and my faux belt is tightened at the front. The model has a bare back, and a bare stomach. My skirt extends down a few inches below the bottom of the model's panties.

We walk the runway, cameras flash. We turn around and walk back. I am removed and tossed onto a pile of other dresses. A woman comes by and hangs me on the rack. My 30 seconds of fame.

The next day the designer comes by looks at each of us and assigns me to the store. I go into a box.

I am taken out of the box, and hung on a rack. I realize I have a special hangar, that does not look like other hangars. My hangar also did not realize he was special. We are displayed in a window. The sun warms my cream color. A price tag is added. $5,000.00.

Women come in some fondle me, and one tries me on. After a week I move to hanging on the wall, deeper in the store. My price tag is removed. The new one says $3,000.00. More women fondle me, and two more try me on. After a week I am removed from the wall, and put on a rack with other dresses. I am no longer on display the women have to find me. It is scary. If I don't find the ONE, I will go to the incinerator. My new price tag says $2,000.00.

Finally, I am moved to a discount rack. My next stop is the incinerator. My price tag has an added sticker 50% off.

It is Wednesday, my last day on the rack will be Friday. I am distraught, nobody has tried me on since I was on the wall. Two women enter the store, they wander the racks and one of them pulls me out. "Liz, come look at this one, a real Fuck Me dress." This is the first time I have heard the term a Fuck Me dress.

Liz comes over, fondles me. Her friend says "Try it on, I think it might be just what you're looking for." We enter the change room. She undresses, puts on the panties that are also on my hangar. None of the others have done this. I feel like I really fit her. None of the others left me feeling this. She steps out and her friend gasps. "Oh my god, you'll get fucked on the dance floor. Nobody will want to wait to take you home."

She looks in the mirror. "I think you are right." She returns to the change room, and puts me back on the hangar, along with the panties. I have not talked much with the panties; they are not very smart. But the panties are ecstatic. Never have they felt such a good fit. I feel it too. We are taken to the counter, paid for, and put into a box, along with panties and hangar. We have found the ONE. Her name is Liz.

I am hung in a closet with other dresses, some are snooty, but most feel that Liz is a good owner, and I should feel lucky. The oldest is a vintage shirt more than two decades old. While the closet is mostly dark, we can see the movement of the sunlight, and Liz opens up the door regularly. I come to learn the days of the week. On Friday afternoon, Liz gets me out and puts me and the panties on. "OK, lets see what you can do. Will you attract men as much as Jenny thinks." A jacket is added from another closet and we are off. The jacket is old, going on five years now. He only comes out when it is colder out. He spends the summers in the closet.

The lounge is at the top of the arts building on campus. Liz and Jenny join two other girls, April and Rose. We get a table for four and order drinks. Music starts and a man asks Liz to dance. Liz dances with him, and he stokes her back, reaching down he pulls her bum into him. His other hand finds its way between me and her breast. She pulls him out "Too soon sailor." She only dances one dance with him. She returns to the table. "The bugger groped my breast on the first dance. Avoid him."

Several more men dance with Liz before she goes back to another table, one with several men. She sits on his lap, and they kiss. After they have been kissing a while, the hand finds its way between me and the breast, but this time Liz allows it. After some time and a couple more drinks, Liz is getting drunk. He suggests they find someplace more private. Liz gets up and they take the elevator down to the basement parking area. Liz leans against the wall and shoves her butt out. He lifts my skirt up and pulls down the panties, they fall to the ground. He gets his penis out and after rubbing her until she moans, he sticks his penis inside her. They thrash around for a few minutes both of them moaning. Then Liz starts shaking, and he thrusts hard into her. Both of them get loud. He pulls out. A white goo comes out of Liz. She pulls up panties. Panties complain to me that the goo is getting all over them.

Liz turns around but the guy is gone. She returns to the table with her friends. Jenny has spilled something red on her baby blue dress. The dress is moaning and complaining that the 'wine' is staining her. All of us gather up and head home. Panties go into the laundry basket. I go back on my hangar. Apparently, I will go to the drycleaners.

The drycleaner is fun, and I feel rejuvenated when I get back. Panties complain that the laundry was little fun. Just a lot of sloshing around in soapy water.

I settle into a routine, Fridays we go dancing, and Liz gets fucked. She really seems to like it. Occasionally she will find a second man and do it again before we leave. Sometimes we do it again on a Saturday night, but not as frequently as on Fridays.

About a year in, we don't go home. We go to John's place. I spend the night on the floor, but I can hear Liz and John. When they fuck doggy or cowgirl I can see them on the bed. Both are naked. There is a lot of the white goo. Sometimes it goes into her mouth, usually into her pussy, and once into her ass. The next day I hear them in the kitchen. Then John's roommate Ben comes in, and Liz scoots into the bedroom and puts panties and me on. Then we head home. Liz does not have a roommate, and her bed is larger than John's.

John becomes a fixture. He tells her to get rid of panties. They go into the underwear drawer, but I never see them again. After two weeks, we are walking back to Liz's place when they decide to have sex against a tree. Ben shows up, and John offers him the chance to have sex with Liz, so he gets something called sloppy seconds. Liz is a bit confused about this. When we get home, I am thrown on the chair and they have sex on the bed. Finally, Liz sends him home.

Liz talks to me. She doesn't understand why Ben was allowed to fuck her. John appears to like to watch her having sex, but she is not sure about it.

However, it rapidly becomes the norm. They go out, she gets fucked by John, and then one or more other guys while John watches, then back to her place where they have sex again. Liz tells me she is getting used to it. Then one day Ben meets them at her apartment. She has already had sex with two strangers. John invites Ben to spend the night. It is another step outside her comfort zone. I watch as she is spit roasted, and DP'd. After that she kicks them both out, she says she wants to get some sleep. Neither one gets to spend the night.

She hugs me and cries. This is not what she wants, it is what John wants. But she loves John. When they are alone, he is a caring gentle lover. When he is having sex with her, she always has an orgasm. It is rare when she fucks a stranger or Ben. Apparently, the orgasms are really good, and can override some of the problems in her relationship with John.

Liz buys another dress. I worry that I am on my way out. However, she wears it once. John does not like it. It stays in the closet for several months then gets given to Jenny.

One night, a stranger is fucking her while John watches and he gets rough. I get a tear. It really hurts me. Even worse, I have seen other clothes that get tears, and they go in the garbage. I am terrified. However, I am sent to a seamstress who repairs me. I will have that scar for the rest of my life.

John proposes marriage. He wants me to be the wedding dress, but Liz's mother veto's the idea. "A wedding dress has to be white, not cream." They find another dress, one that leaves her back bare. He mother notes. "This covers your shoulders, but the back is open the way John wants. It exposes the top of your butt crack, so you cannot wear panties with it. But I didn't wear panties for my wedding either."

Ben and Andy are the best men. We see them at a number of events leading up to the wedding. John has each of them fuck her several times in the days leading up to the wedding.

I am not at the wedding. Wedding dress later tells me about it. It started so romantic. They danced till late then up to the bridal suite. Liz is shocked to find that John has invited Ben and Andy to the first night. She locks herself in the bathroom with wedding dress and cries, refusing to come out till Ben and Andy leave. John is upset saying he had promised them. She is adamant. They leave and John tells them he will make it up to them later. She still stays in the bathroom for another hour, crying before John persuades her to come out.

I am packed for the honeymoon.

We are at a resort called Hedonism. Clothing optional. I go dancing with them one night. It is like being at home, John and Liz have sex before going out. John dances with Liz then sits back and watches as other men dance with her, and grope her. At one point he gets up while she is dancing with another man. He unzips me, and undoes my button. I fall to the floor. John picks me up and we watch as two men surround her. John and I watch as the two men fuck her on the dance floor. She does not look happy to me.

Later in the room, she has a long shower. I can hear her crying in the shower. John spends the time on the balcony talking to the two men. They tell him she was a great fuck and they would want to do it again if the price does not change. John assures them that the price won't change.

Two nights later, Liz wears me to a foam party. She gets drunk and the two men fuck her again, as do two others. John, seems to be really happy. Liz not so much.

We get home, and Ben and Andy get to spend the night. The closet door is open so I watch it all. She seems to be reconciled to it. She does her part, blow jobs for all, sex for all, spit roast, DP, air tight. All three fill all her holes with white goo. I am sure that panties are happy to not be here.

We are back to the routine, dancing Fridays and Saturdays. Fucking strangers and some friends. John has a new job working for a major multinational in their head office and we have to move to a new city. Liz sells her apartment. In the new city they buy a house. More space, room for future kids. One day the closet door is open, I see John swap her birth control pills. I want to warn her, but she does not understand when I try to tell her. She thinks it is the wind causing me to wave.

John's company has an office party. They rent the ball room at a big hotel. When we arrive, there must be over 200 people. Probably 2/3 male. We dance and Liz gets felt up by many men. John dances with her and undoes the zipper, showing off her butt to everyone. At the end of the dance Liz does it up again. But the next guy to dance with her undoes it, and the guy after him. Liz is not having fun.

As the night goes on, John is talking to a couple of guys. They have a room upstairs, and we all head up. In the elevator the two guys are on either side of Liz, fondling her breasts. John undoes the button, exposing her breasts. Then he undoes the zip, and I fall to the floor of the elevator. Liz steps out and John picks me up. The door opens and we walk down a hallway, Liz is naked. We enter the room, and there are probably 40 people in there, pretty evenly male and female. Everybody is naked. I am thrown over a door. I watch as Liz is bent over a couch and the two men take turns fucking her. When she tried to get up John pushes her down and says she is to stay.

John fucks her, then men line up as John watches her being gang banged. I count twelve men shooting their goo into her pussy. More in her mouth, and ass. Eventually, John grabs me and asks Liz if she is ready to go home. She just nods yes.

Three weeks later, they are in bed. I can see because the closet door is open. "John. I know I am on the pill, but I missed my period. I think I may be pregnant."

"Liz, that is great news. We are starting a family."

"But John, we had that gang bang at the office party. I have no idea who the father might be."

"That is OK, I don't care who the father is. Let's just be happy we are having a baby."

Over the next week I hear arguments. Liz wants to get an abortion. She wants to know who the father of her baby might be. There is no way to tell based on the history of who she had sex with. John is adamant. They will keep the child.

Over the next few months, she gradually starts to show. I am amazed, I still fit. We are still regularly going dancing. Men are regularly finding opportunities to fuck her while John watches.

One evening Liz is returning from the ladies room, and approaching John from behind she overhears him talking with a guy. "Sorry, the price is up. She is pregnant. You want to fuck her while she is pregnant you pay the new price."

The guy grumbles and hands John a wad of cash. Liz sits down beside John. "What was that about?"

"Oh, just a side hustle I have going on."

"Are you are pimping me out?"

"Oh, no, no baby, you must have misheard it."

"Well then what was it?"

"Nothing you need to be concerned about."

Later that evening she is bent over the hood of a car while the guy fucks her.

Liz's mother comes for the birth. A baby girl, she will be called Beth. About two weeks after the birth, John brings a couple of guys home. Liz is in the bedroom feeding Beth when they come in. John has them fuck Liz while she is feeding Beth. They also suck on her nipples, feeding on milk that should be for the baby.

When they leave, Liz is livid. She threatens to leave John. I cannot see but I overhear. John finally admits that he has been charging men to have sex with her. She wants to know when it started. "The first time Ben had sex with you I charged him $200. Everyone since then. These guys paid $1000 each for the opportunity to fuck you while you were feeding Beth." She wanted to know where the money went. "This house cost $750K. Another few weeks and we can burn the mortgage."

Beth starts crying and the confrontation is over.

Over the next few weeks there are over a dozen men through, each fucks Liz, each suckles at her breasts.

Liz confides in me. She tells me that she had an IUD installed before she left the hospital. She had suspected that John was pimping her, and was confirmed by his confession. She had also recorded the conversation, and was talking to her lawyer. Soon John would be gone.

Liz wore me for the mortgage burning party. Her lawyer was one of the guests. After the mortgage burning, he served John the divorce papers. The resulting furor broke up the party. The lawyer stayed. He played the recording. John was allowed to gather his things but was not allowed to stay. The lawyer explained that on the way to the party he had served the papers to the bank, removing John from access to the bank accounts, and cancelling his credit cards. About an hour later the lawyer let in a lock smith. The locks were changed, the door reenforced and an alarm system installed. John had been given a choice. Accept the divorce, leaving all assets to Liz and never darken her door again, or the recording would be given to the police and he would spend several years in jail. He could keep his car and his personal effects. Nothing else.

I went into the closet. Years pass.

Beth is searching through the closet. She finds me. "Mom, cmere."

Liz walks in, and looks at me. She smiles. "My Fuck Me Dress. I have not thought about it for years. It is a vintage designer dress. I swear it was made for me. That dress connected me with your father."

"You have never told me about him. What was he like."

"I don't know. At the time I was married to John. He was making me have sex with other men. There was a gang bang about the right time for your conception. A lot of men had sex with me that night. I suspect that one of them is your father. I have no idea who they were. John had charged them all to have sex with me. I never knew."

"Mom, that horrible."

"I allowed it. I enjoyed all the sex. Here, put it on, lets see if it fits you."

"God mom, it fits like a glove. What did you use for a bra and panties?"

"I didn't. The dress is designed to not need a bra. John did not want me to wear panties."

"Sorry mom, if I wear it, I will have to find a bra and panties to go with it."

"You are welcome to it. Treat it well, maybe it will help you find the love of your life."

I am ecstatic. I am a vintage dress and I am getting a second life.