by Matthew Lee
“Like what? You want me to blow a stripper?”
“No. I'd like to buy you a new outfit and have you wear it when we go out Saturday night.”
“You often buy me clothing without asking, Honey. What's different this time?”
I paused to gather courage. “Well, this outfit will be a little different. This outfit will be...a little...daring.”
She smiled. “Oh, really?”
I relaxed some. “Yes, I think it would be fun to go someplace we've never been dressed up for a sexy night. What do you think?”
“That sounds like fun. How daring? Do not embarrass me.”
“Nothing crazy; some leg and some cleavage. I think you're gorgeous and I know other men think so too. I feel like showing you off a little. You should get credit for those hours at the gym.”
“Where is this coming from? Is this because of Janet and Ray the other night?”
“Yeah, I think so. We aren't the wild couple they are but it did get me thinking how we could loosen up. You like it when men notice you and I like it when men notice you, so why not?”
“Sounds fun, David. I'm in. I can't wait to see what you pick out for me. Please don't dress me like a slut.”
“Of course not, Baby.”
I pressed play. I was excited to get started at the mall.
Saturday morning, I visited four shops without luck. My fifth stop was a Betsy Johnson boutique and they had several possible outfits in the windows. As I entered a girl emerged from the back room and I was momentarily struck dumb; she was a knock-out. Part Asian and part Irish, this long black-haired beauty had pale skin and freckles lightly dusting her nose. Her eyes were narrow and her breasts small, her legs long. She wore a loose top that hung open almost to her belly button and a skirt slit up the side to her hip. Every move she made provided me a flash of smooth fair skin.
From my previous four stops I'd learned to get to the point.
“Hi, my name is David. I need an outfit for my wife, sexy but not slutty, some cleavage and leg, tight but not too tight.”
“Hi David, I'm Stacey. I think I got it; if you ran into your parents she might blush but not be humiliated.”
I smiled. “Well said. Yes, exactly.”
I gave her Tiff's measurements and showed her some pictures on my phone. Her eyebrows went up.
“Wow,” she teased. “What a babe. She's a little busty for our store but I have some ideas.”
Stacey moved from rack to rack collecting articles of clothing. Her flashes of skin got to me, and I'm pretty sure she knew what she did. We reviewed her choices and I rejected a few and then she offered to try on the remaining for me. Of course I accepted. The mall was slow and this store especially so. I doubted we'd be bothered. She stepped into a dressing room and emerged shortly after, looking amazing.
She plucked at the front of the blouse. “Now, your wife will fill this much more than me. More like this.” She pulled the fabric away as if a bosom swelled it and when she did I saw her entire pert breast including a glorious pink puffy nipple. I played it cool so she just held it open like that. Today was a good day. I had her turn, picturing the outfit on Tiffany, and ran my eyes all over this hot girl's body. Goddamn. God-Damn!
Stacey disappeared into the dressing room again, reappearing minutes later wearing a new outfit. Too much skin was covered and I said so and Stacey tried again. We both knew what she did but we both played it cool.
The next outfit stopped me.
“Wow. WOW.”
Stacey giggled and acted slightly embarrassed.
“Thank you, David. Have we found our outfit?”
The green fabric was loose but static made it cling to every curve. Stacey's body was revealed to me like she wore a coat of paint, and she stunned. I honestly had trouble forming words and Stacey giggled again.
“I wish I did that to my boyfriend,” she chuckled.
“Stacey, you're gorgeous. You should buy this dress.”
“Too expensive and no place to wear it, David. Will it work for Tiffany? Again, picture much bigger boobs than mine.”
She once more pulled the fabric away from her chest, revealing a lovely breast.
I nodded slowly, ogling every square inch of the beautiful girl. “It will, Stacey, thank you. Well done.”
She beamed. When she moved to the dressing room she left the drape partially open and I saw her nude from head to toe. We avoided each other’s eyes, keeping the entire thing innocent and blameless, but I burned her into my memories forever. She dressed in her original clothing and emerged, placing the dress at the sales counter.
“Now shoes,” she said.
I left an hour later and Tiffany had everything she'd need. I took Stacey's card and entered her info in my phone. The girl knew fashion and was so easy on the eyes, I figured why not make her my regular salesgirl?
I got home before Tiffany and laid the dress and shoes out along with all the accessories. The open back meant Tiff could wear no bra but would most likely insist on panties, so I purchased a tiny pair of green lace that matched the dress. Of course, I'd prefer no panties and the dress was so clingy no panties would work best, but baby-steps, right?
When Tiff saw it she flipped.
“Oh my God, David, I love it. How did you do this?”
“Determination and will-power.” I left Stacey out of it.
She hastened to put it on and then stood before the mirror. She looked incredible. Stacey had been right about the breasts and Tiff's cleavage looked amazing. I also saw a slight amount of under-boob and side boob because of the way the dress was cut under the arms. Tiffany kept tugging at the cloth, trying to cover up.
“You know you can't do that once we're in public,” I said. “Makes you look awkward and uncomfortable.”
She knew exactly what I meant and stood tall.
“You're right, sorry. Tonight is all about sexy fun, although I may need a drink or two before I stop worrying about it.”
She did several test runs walking across the bedroom floor and every now and then the band of her panties flashed. She chewed her lip and knew she considered going without. I didn't push.
She stepped to the full-length mirror and her face lit up.
“Baby, I feel so pretty! Thank you for this. Thank you for everything.”
She turned side to side, her eyes wide, taking herself in.
We left the house around eight to grab some dinner before the club. Tiffany looked breathtaking and turned heads everywhere. She wore a shoulder-wrap during dinner which hid most of her skin. After we ate we drove to the club and valeted. Two young guys approached the car, one to my door and one to hers. I handed my guy the keys and turned in time to see the guy at her door fight to keep his face under control. I don't know what he saw when he helped her out, but he really liked it. Adrenaline surged as I imagined Tiffany flashing him a generous amount of cleavage.
The club was at a new casino and it was packed. My office handles advertising for this casino, among others, and a few phone calls had our name on the list. I spoke to the bouncer at the door, passed him a twenty, and he ushered us in and to a booth. I ordered champagne. The place filled up fast. Music already blared.
Two songs later Tiffany wanted to dance so I joined her. We stayed on the dance floor so long when we got back to our booth two guys, one long hair one short, had helped themselves to it. They stood when we approached and the bouncer took a step to shoo them off but I stopped him.
“Sit down, fellas, relax. Plenty of room.” They smiled and thanked us.
Long-hair spoke. “We're waiting for some friends and then we're out of your way. You can see the whole floor from up here, thanks dude.”
“Call me David. This is my wife, Tiffany.” We shook hands.
“Andy and Paul,” Long-hair Andy said, pointing at Paul, who gave me a quick nod.
Both of them kept glancing at Tiffany. From dancing her dress had opened up a little more in front and plenty of skin showed. I or
dered more champagne and shared it with the two guys and soon we were all talking fast and having a blast. Tiffany had so much fun she glowed.
She crossed her legs and it took me a minute to notice that her slit had fallen to the inside so one leg was bare from toes to hip. Paul spotted it right away. That excited all by itself but then I realized the band from her panties was missing. She must have slid them off under the table! Now my heart hammered.
We drank more champagne and talked over the music and then Paul boldly asked Tiffany to dance. She looked at me and then he did too. Tiff and I locked eyes. She was on fire. I saw so much smoldering heat I considered ending our night and taking her home.
“Sure, Paul, you two enjoy each other.”
I was telling Tiffany to enjoy him. It was a subtle difference and I knew there was a decent chance she might miss my double meaning but Tiff is a smart girl. When her eyes narrowed I knew she'd caught my entendre.
They stood and she leaned in to kiss my cheek.
“I will, and thank you,” she whispered. I felt my balls constrict.
They danced, sometimes close, sometimes distant, but he never took his eyes off her. Towards the end he took her hands and twirled her and moved her around the floor and Tiff laughed with joy. Her breasts clung to those silky straps with all their might and I felt sure any second she was about to flash the crowd. She didn't, but for several long moments I held my breath.
When they returned to the booth Tiff gulped her champagne and I filled her back up. The guys stayed with us another thirty minutes or so and then Andy saw their friends and it was time for them to leave. Paul and Tiffany looked disappointed. We all agreed it was nice meeting and wished each other well.
After they were gone I poured more drink. “So, that was fun.”
“God was it ever. Paul can dance.”
“You look amazing tonight, Baby. Every man here is staring at you.”
Tiffany looked around the room. “I am getting a lot of attention. I'm having a blast, thank you so much for suggesting this, Baby”
“My pleasure, Tiff. Ready to dance again?”
“Yup.”
We did. Because they also saw her dancing with Paul, men approached our booth and asked Tiffany to dance. We always said yes. Not all the guys were attractive but Tiff danced with every one of them. Hours later she was tired but elated.
I'd now seen her with a wide variety of men and I had to admit it was exciting. Maybe it was the taboo or maybe I knew my chances of scoring with her were way up because all this attention made her horny, but whatever the reason, I loved other men wanting her. She loved it too. We finished our last bottle of champagne. I checked the time and was surprised to see three in the morning.
I was just about to suggest it was time to go home when one more man approached our table. He was older and had a dignified air about him. I'd not seem him dancing before but that wasn't too surprising; the place was still packed. He asked me if he might have one dance before we left and Tiff was already on her feet before I could answer.
He led her to the floor by taking her hand, something none of the younger men had done, and then faced her and drew her close. One hand went to the small of her back and the other held her hand aloft. Her face eased close to his. The next song began and it was much slower, the DJ obviously winding things down for the night. Many couples left the floor to collect their belongings.
He was smooth. He led Tiff elegantly and she reacted by moving closer to him. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her pelvis rubbed on his. I stopped breathing and my heart stopped beating. There was plenty going on all around me but the only thing in the room for me was my wife in another man's arms. My penis grew warmer until hot. My mouth went dry.
She danced with him effortlessly, allowing him to move her body and guide her. It was beautiful and frightening. I felt jealous, but I also felt arousal. My insides twisted. I wanted it to end right this second but I couldn't take my eyes off her. At one point he dipped her and then brought her back and her dress was now wide open in front, her breasts barely contained. In the dim light they looked huge and firm, rising and falling with excitement.
At last the song ended and the DJ announced something that was utterly garbled but we all knew what it meant. Her partner walked her back to me. She seemed mesmerized. He thanked us and wished us good night. We silently collected our things and returned to valet. Tiffany's tits were more exposed than covered but this was Vegas and it was still ninety-nine degrees at four in the morning. Besides, her nipples were covered and many other girls around us showed just as much flesh. Our car arrived quickly and I got us home after a quiet ride. I pressed the button to shut the garage door.
Tiffany was on me before the door closed. Her face dove into my lap and she had my penis in her mouth while the car still idled. I killed the engine and as soon as the garage door shut I pulled her face away and kissed her.
We fucked in the kitchen in our clothes and she came when I mentioned her missing panties. We fucked again in the living room. We eventually made it to the bedroom where we went at it again until she shook the walls with a third climax, most powerful by far. I shot deep inside her and that's how we woke up hours later; tangled, sweaty, and drained. We showered and got back in bed where she sucked my penis until falling asleep again.
We talked about that night for weeks. Our sex was off the chart. Neither of us could pin-point any one thing about the night that did it for us but we both agreed it may have been the hottest night of our lives, hotter even than our honeymoon.
In the days that followed Tiffany stepped up her trips to the gym but also subtly changed her wardrobe. No longer did she button her shirt all the way to the neck or wear pantyhose every time she wore a skirt. She said air swirling up and around her legs felt like hands and she loved it.
One day she came home from shopping and attacked me in the kitchen. She said she'd caught a handsome sales man looking up her skirt while she tried on shoes and then caught him later gawking down the front of her top. After she fucked me she showed me the lacy bras and panties she'd purchased. From now on she'd feel sexy and horny every minute of the day.
I was so thrilled with how things went I called Ray to thank him. He suggested we meet. Two days later I was back at the pub at the same table. I told Ray everything. He asked a million questions about how I and Tiffany felt. I realized he got off vicariously on the intensity of our night but I didn't care. His insight was golden.
After he listened he ordered me a whiskey.
“How about your sex since that night? You and Tiff going at each other or has an uncomfortable silence settled in?”
“Fuck yes we're going at each other. We're like teenagers. I'm fucking her all over the house.”
“And you don't mind at all that she's giving men glimpses of her hot body?”
“Not at all. The opposite, actually. She's not touching them so why not? She comes home so hot and bothered, I'm loving it.”
“And what if she did touch them? Or allowed them to touch her. What if she did it innocently, like having a salesman zip up the back of a dress she's trying on? Would that bother you?”
I stopped to imagine it and felt my penis twitch.
“No, I think I'd be okay with that.”
“Good, because I can promise you Tiffany will love it, and you will benefit.”
I thought about it. I was much more okay with the idea of them touching her than her touching them. I made a mental note to tell her that.
Ray and I changed the subject to sports and then after an hour went our separate ways. When I got home that night Tiffany made dinner and we watched the next episode of Daredevil. When it ended I brought the subject up, again leaving my conversation with Ray out. Tiffany listened attentively, intrigued.
“You want men to put their hands all over me?”
“Not like that, not pawing at you. Innocently, almost accidentally, and only if you want them to, only if you find them attractive. I'm jus
t saying since the exhibitionism went so well and turned out to be so exciting, why not push the envelope a little? What do you think?”
Tiffany just stared at me with a blank face. I waited. She let the air out of her lungs in a whoosh.
“Holy shit,” she murmured. “I'm turned on just thinking about it. I catch men looking all the time and I love it but then I scold myself for enjoying it. I'm married so that's like cheating. Then you told me you wanted me to show them skin and I found I ate it up guilt-free. Now you want to let them touch me? Are you absolutely sure? That's super-hot. Get your dick out and let me suck it.”
I laughed but did as I was told.
Tiffany wasted no time. The next day I was at work when I got a text from her; do they have to be strangers?
I read that text five times. I had pure adrenaline pumping through my veins. This was much more exciting than I ever imagined. I text back, No, I suppose not. Just be careful.
Tiffany had worn a short black skirt, black boots, white silk blouse, and silver hoop earrings to work today. She looked sexy yet professional. I wondered who she had targeted and why, and what she would do with him.
I became more aroused by the second but this time there was an element of anxiety too. Someone she knew was so different from a perfect stranger. I waited an hour and then sent her a text asking what happened. I received no reply. My work day slowed to a crawl and I got so aroused I seriously considered jerking off in the men's room.
When I got home Tiffany was already there and naked on our bed! I ripped my clothes off as I ran and pounced on her, kissing ferociously. I bit her neck. She dove for my penis. I let her suck hard and fast for a while but then pulled her off and told her to tell me everything.
She went back to sucking me but paused every few seconds to tell me what happened.
She worked with a man, older, graying, smart, funny, in great shape. They see each other every day on the elevator, always saying hello and exchanging pleasantries.
They rode together this morning, first thing, and the elevator was packed. Tiffany said she innocently maneuvered so her butt bumped the front of his pants. At each stop she eased back against him a little more as more bodies filled the lift. After the second floor she said he started to get hard.