by Lexi Archer
"I promise, no funny business," he shouted after me. Somehow I doubted that. Somehow I was hoping he’d ignore that command.
Back in the changing room I looked over Ryan's selection. Each piece looked skimpier than the next. I didn't know where to start so I grabbed a sparkly green number and shrugged off my work clothes.
Okay, so maybe this green number wasn't as bad as I thought. Sure it was skimpy, but at least it covered everything. There was no thong in the back, and the cups on the bra were big enough to cover most of my tits. Was it the most modest lingerie in the world? Hardly. But it could've been much worse. On a whim I decided to have a little fun with Derek as well as with Ryan. I pulled out my phone, snapped a quick picture, and sent it to my husband with a quick message.
“Like this? Because I bet Ryan will.” Oddly enough there wasn’t a response. Odd. Usually he responded immediately.
I opened the door and looked out. The hallway was empty, but a moment later Ryan peeked his head around the edge and grinned. I couldn't help myself. I smiled back.
I stepped out into the changing room hall, glancing up and down and listening for a moment to make sure there was no one else in there. Once I was sure the coast was clear I did a little twirl and struck a model pose just like I used to when I was modeling swimsuits for Derek. Ryan grinned and quietly applauded.
I disappeared back into the changing room, my body on fire. I was breathing heavily, my nipples were straining at the thin material of the top, and I could feel wetness between my legs. And those butterflies in my stomach were making themselves known in full force.
What was I doing?
I knew exactly what I was doing. I shrugged out of the lingerie and pulled out another one. If Ryan was going to be that appreciative then I was going to show off a little bit. And hope that this innocent show in the changing room might lead to some less than innocent fun in the changing room.
The next piece was a little purple number that definitely deserved the description "little." It was decidedly less modest than the green lingerie. It was made of sheer material that barely covered my body. The bottoms barely covered my ass in the back or my pussy in the front, and the top was mostly just a string with a couple of translucent triangles just large enough to cover my nipples.
The thing was scandalous, which might explain why it gave me such a thrill as I saw myself in the mirror. I looked damn good in this thing, if I do say so myself, and I couldn't wait to step out and show it off.
Speaking of showing off. I looked at my phone. Still no response from Derek. Well then. I’d give him something else to think about when he eventually got around to checking his messages. I snapped another picture and sent it to him.
“He really liked the last one. What do you think he’ll think of this one?”
Still no response. I shrugged. His loss.
I jumped when I stepped out. Ryan was about halfway down the hall leaning against the wall, not back at the entrance where I’d told him to stay. I wagged a finger at him but didn't say anything else. He grinned and shrugged.
I continued our wordless back-and-forth. I held my arms out and ran my hands down my body, locking eyes with him and biting my lip. Then I did another slow twirl. I was rewarded with another round of silent applause, but this time there was something else. The way he stared at me. Like I was the only woman in the world. Like he had to have me. The hunger in his eyes as they raked over my body sent a thrill running through me. God, how I wished he would just come shove me against the wall and take me. How much of an invitation did he need?
Suddenly I realized that maybe I wasn’t the only one playing a game in this changing room.
I retreated to the safety of the changing room and reached for the next piece of lingerie.
This last one was more scandalous than any of the others Ryan had selected. This was the sort of lingerie that would make Hugh Hefner himself blush. Two tiny red patches, of course it would be bright red, and some strings made up the top. I wasn't sure how those patches were supposed to cover my nipples without some double-sided tape. Then again, that was probably the idea.
And those bottoms. I've heard of thong bottoms before, worn them even when I was feeling particularly frisky with Derek, but I didn't know there were thong bottoms that worked in the front and the back. Yet Ryan managed to find one in this store's lingerie section. I almost wondered if he'd gone to another part of the mall and bought something from the lingerie store we decided to avoid so we could have a little privacy and then ran back, but no, there was no way he had time for that.
Still, I had to admit a small part of me was thrilled at the idea of putting this on and parading around in it. I pulled the top on and had to spend a minute adjusting it and making sure everything was just right. I looked damn good in the thing. My flat stomach, the way my tits jutted out, it looked good on me. I could definitely pull it off.
Not that I ever intended to pull it off in public, this would be a purely private thing if I even bought it.
The bottoms did look slightly ridiculous. I wasn't about to try on lingerie without wearing my underwear, and so the parts of the bottoms I assumed were meant to creep up inside my body instead were laid out flat across my panties. Sure they were cute low rise panties that didn't leave much to the imagination, but they still looked ridiculous with this thong over them.
Oh well. Ryan would just have to deal.
But first I needed to snap one final picture for Derek. I did my best sexy pose and sent the picture on its way. No message with this one. After the first two I’m sure he’d get the idea. If he ever got those messages. I waited a moment but still no response. Oh well. Too bad he wasn’t answering his phone right now.
My pulse quickened and I felt lightheaded as I opened the changing room door. The thought of Ryan looking at me in this lingerie both the terrified and excited me at the same time.
I pulled open the door and nearly screamed. Ryan stood there, one hand on the edge of the door, his eyes looking me up and down in my lingerie. God he was so fucking hot, the way his eyes burned and his chest heaved as he looked at me in my lingerie was so fucking hot.
I felt my breath quickening. My pulse pounded in my ears. Feeling him so close to me. Seeing him standing there, those broad shoulders blocking the doorway, that powerful body preventing me from escaping. It sent a wave of pleasure running down through my body to the very center of my being.
Derek told me to do what felt right in the moment. Well I knew what felt right in this moment. I wanted him. He wanted me. It was happening.
It was time to fulfill my husband’s fantasy and fulfill a few of mine in the process.
17: Changing Room Tryst
Ryan didn't say anything. He took a step forward. I took a step back. He moved in again. We continued this dance until I ran out of space, pressed against the back wall of the changing room with his body against mine. I felt his body just inches from mine, the warmth radiating off of him. The pure desire. I felt like I could reach out and touch the tension between us.
And in a way it felt like Derek was there in between us as well. Here I was with another man pressing his body against mine and all I could think about was my husband. How he’d react if he knew what was happening. How turned on he would be.
Ryan leaned down and all thoughts of my husband left my mind. Rational thought was replaced with pure lust as his lips pressed against mine. I let out a moan and opened my mouth, and he responded eagerly. In an instant our mouths were open and our tongues swirled around one another.
Oh God, what was I doing? There was still a part of me that felt like I was betraying Derek, but I reminded myself that he wanted this. Besides, it felt so good that there was no way I could deny this pleasure.
Ryan’s powerful hands moved up and cupped my tits through the thin material, although there really wasn't much material there to protect my modesty in the first place. His hands wrapped around my tits as his tongue continued its exploration of my mouth. I l
ifted a leg up and felt his huge cock press against my pussy.
I was going crazy. The taste of him, the feel of our bodies pressing together. It all felt so wrong, but that just added to the hotness. I was standing here in a changing room with a man who wasn't my husband and I wanted nothing more than to feel his rock hard cock sliding up inside my pussy.
Ryan pulled back and I scrambled to grab his shirt, to get a hold on anything that would keep him pressed against my body. I needed him. Needed to feel him against me.
He looked down at my hands and then up to me with a grin on his face. It made me so wet looking at him looking at me like that. He reached out and his strong hands wrapped around my wrists, then he gently pulled them away.
I looked at him and bit my lip. "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts?"
"Not at all," he said. He walked over and pulled the changing room door shut. He turned and the hunger burned in his eyes. "I just want to make sure we don't get interrupted."
I threw myself at him. I hadn’t thrown myself at a man like this since Derek and I first got together and this powerful sexual energy was overwhelming. He staggered back under the force, but his arms wrapped around my back even as my legs wrapped around his waist. I leaned down and peppered his face with kisses, pausing long enough to bite one of his lips before going back to sucking on his neck as his hands resumed their exploration.
Fuck did those hands feel good running up and down my body. One hand moved down to cup my ass and hold me in place while the other moved up and flicked the skimpy lingerie top aside so he could trace a finger around my nipple. His touch was familiar after the elevator incident but at the same time it was strange and new compared to what I was used to after years of only being with my husband.
I pressed my pussy against his rock hard cock. God that felt so good. I reached down and tried to pull up on his shirt, but his arms were in the way. There was no way I was getting the shirt up without him helping out.
Ryan removed his hand from my tits and I wanted to whimper. I needed to feel him touching me, I needed to feel his hands on my body. More than anything I needed to feel his cock in me. But he reached down and picked me up by my ass, and then moved until I was standing beside him.
"Why did you stop?" I asked.
"Stop? I'm just getting started."
I squealed in delight as he wheeled me around and pressed me against the mirror. The cool glass felt exquisite against my body, especially as I felt his massive body behind me pressing his cock against me. He pulled my ass out until I was standing with my legs splayed in front of the mirror, my arms to either side, and I was staring straight into my own eyes. The eyes of a woman who was about to let a man other than her husband slide his cock deep inside her.
I looked up and saw him standing behind me. One massive hand reached down and I heard the sound of his belt buckle being undone. There was a faint rustle and then I heard the sound of his shorts hitting the floor.
A finger ran along my ass. First he cupped the cheek, and then he down around the edge before reaching down and pulling the thin material of the lingerie and my panties aside and gently ran his finger along the edge of my pussy. I moaned as he pressed a finger in between my lips, pushing it forward and then rubbing around my clit before moving back. This was so much more incredible than what I’d felt when he was pressing his fingers against my pussy through my skirt.
He did this a couple of times until the moisture from my pussy coated his finger. I looked in the mirror and saw him bring that finger to his mouth. He looked me in the eyes through the reflection and pushed his finger into his mouth licking it.
Then his hands were down and I heard a faint rustling from behind me, though from my vantage point I couldn't see what he was doing. It became pretty obvious a moment later though as I felt the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. He didn't even bother to take my panties off. Come to think of it that seemed to be happening a lot lately. He just pulled them aside with his fingers and then his cock was pushing inside me.
Shit! He wasn't wearing a condom which wasn’t a huge issue since I was on the pill, but so much for rule number one. Of course I knew that all I had to do was invoke rule number two and tell him this had to stop until he had some protection, but the feeling of his cock sliding up inside me was so delicious that even when I opened my mouth nothing came out. It felt too damned wonderful finally getting to enjoy having Ryan’s cock inside me.
I felt guilty. This was going against Derek’s rules, but he also told me to do whatever felt right in the moment and damn did it feel so right feeling his unprotected cock burying itself in my body.
I braced myself against the wall, staring at the mirror as I sucked in a sharp breath. I reached up to pull the material of the top aside, to give him a good view of my tits as his cock finally bottomed out.
He pulled out and slammed in again, burying his pulsing cock against my tight married pussy. I let out a gasp as my tits jiggled in the mirror and my face pressed against the wall.
I gasped each time he pulled out and slammed his cock home inside me. I wish I could say that I spared a thought for Derek, though in a way I suppose I did. As Ryan fucked me I thought of how hot it was that another man was pounding my pussy. I thought about how wrong and yet how amazing it felt to have another man inside me instead of my husband. And thinking of my husband gave me one more naughty idea.
“My phone,” I grunted.
Ryan raised an eyebrow and I reached down to my pants. Pulled out my phone. Ryan grinned as I held it up and lined up the shot in the mirror so that it was an angled shot that showed my body and Ryan’s cock buried inside me but didn’t show either of our faces. Plausible deniability and all that if the picture got out. I snapped the picture and quickly fired it off to Derek who still didn’t respond, but I had a feeling he was going to have one hell of a reaction when he finally saw that picture.
Ryan resumed fucking me as soon as I tossed my phone back to the changing room bench.
I was trying my best to be quiet, to be at least a little discrete considering that we were still in a very public place, but I couldn't help but let a little gasp escape my lips every time he bottomed out inside me.
"Hello?" A voice drifted from near the front of the changing area and I felt a chill run down my spine. "Is somebody in here? Is something wrong?"
Shit! Someone heard us getting it on in here, and the nib shit decided they were going to pry. Or maybe it was somebody who worked at the place who didn't want to clean up after somebody fucking in the changing room. Whatever their reasons I suddenly had terrified visions of getting busted by someone working at the store, the cops getting called, and suddenly Derek’s getting a phone call asking him to come down to the police station and pick up his wife who just got picked up on a public indecency charge for having sex with another man, not him, in the middle of the changing room.
Sure he’d probably be turned on the entire time he was posting bail, but I’d never recover from the embarrassment!
Ryan grinned down at me and jerked his head toward the door.
The signal was clear enough. We were in a changing room in the women's section. It wasn't like he could call out without arousing some suspicion. That wouldn't be the only thing he was arousing. I bit back a grunt as he slammed his cocky into my pussy harder than before. I looked up at him, my eyes daggers, and he grinned at me.
That asshole knew exactly what he was doing. And oh God did it feel so fucking good. I fought to gain control of my voice before I opened my mouth and shouted.
"I'm fine!"
Hopefully whoever was out there didn't hear the way the "fine" trailed off into a moan before I clamped my mouth shut. The last thing I needed was for somebody to come back here and investigate.
"Are you sure? Is someone in there with you?"
Okay, now I was getting pissed off. Not too pissed off, mind you, because the idea of getting caught, even though it was terrifying, was also adding to the hotnes
s of the situation. And apparently the risk was also inspiring Ryan to new levels of effort as he slammed his cock in and out of me. I wondered that they couldn't hear his torso slapping against my ass. Or maybe they could?
Whoever this nib shit was, though, they needed to butt out.
"Can't somebody use the fucking changing room without being bothered?"
I looked up at Ryan in the mirror. He had a fist in his mouth trying to choke back a laugh even as his other hand was at my hip holding me possessively as he continued to pound my pussy. God, all I wanted to do was concentrate on that massive slab of meat and how good it felt inside me. There was another moment's pause, then the voice came back.
"Well you don't have to be such a bitch."
"Fuck off!" I yelled.
Only part of that yell was from anger. The other part was in response to the exquisite feeling that was starting to course through my body as Ryan continued his fucking. I looked up and locked eyes with him as his thrusting became harder, faster.
"I'm so close," he grunted.
"Oh God it's so good," I said. "Come for me. Come inside me Ryan.”
One of his massive hands reached around and pulled my chin up until I was looking directly into his eyes in the mirror as he fucked me from behind. Sparks went off in my pussy and danced through the rest of my body each time his cock bottomed out.
"Your husband would like that, would he? Knowing another man is blowing his load inside your pussy?"
There we go. I was gone. My body shuddered and I couldn't believe what I was saying even as the words escaped my lips in a breathless gasp.
"Fuck it. Fuck me!"
He grunted and nodded. As soon as the words left my mouth he buried his cock inside me. The head seemed to expand as I felt load after load of his hot sticky juice explode inside my waiting pussy. That feeling, the exultation, feeling a cock other than my husband’s exploding inside me, it was enough to cause the delicious tingle running through my body to go over the edge into a full on explosion of my own.