Vegas Heat

by Matthew Lee

  Vegas Heat

  A blazing hot Vegas Saturday afternoon and I'm at the mall with my wife Julie instead of home watching Alabama crush Auburn. Whatever. The one redeeming point of this shopping trip is I know it will include a stop at Victoria's Secret where I will join Julie in the dressing room as she tries to find a swimsuit to fit her outrageous body. I ran my eyes over my wife and remembered her naked.

  At the moment she wore a clingy red short-sleeved top that showed off just a little of her impressive cleavage and tight black shorts that actually hid her bubble butt. I hated those shorts. The black was so dark it was difficult to see just how fit she was. Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into an efficient pony-tail. When Julie shops, she's all business.

  Forty-five minutes later we enter Victoria's Secret. A pretty Asian salesgirl approaches us immediately asking if we'd like to sample a new lotion and Julie sticks her hands out. I wave the girl off and wander away as Julie and the salesgirl, who introduces herself as Gina, begin earnestly discussing the wonderful merits of this fine new Victoria's Secret product.

  “David?” my wife asks. “Where are you going?”

  Damn. Caught.

  “I was going to find something I'd like to see you in and get it for you.”

  Julie and Gina exchanged knowing grins and my wife tells me to go ahead. I step up to her and lean down to kiss her forehead. She's petite but fit and surprisingly solid. I slip away.

  Victoria's Secret in Las Vegas is not like Victoria's Secret stores in other states. The number of hot young girls in this town is ridiculous. I browsed the store and everywhere I went nubile girls, either customer or employees, crawled over the store like ants. I drank them all in while keeping an eye out for Julie. She hates it when I look at other girls.

  Soon my wandering took me towards the back of the store. I was looking at a black teddy for Jules when I focused past it and realized I had the perfect angle on the dressing rooms. As I watched a door opened and a salesgirl passed an outfit inside and a gorgeous redhead no more than eighteen and nude from the waist up took it from her. Her pale breasts were large and topped with bright pink nipples. I acted like I was looking at the item in hand but really I devoured that lovely. When she saw me she didn't react at all. Either she believed I was focused on the top in my hand or she just didn't give a shit I was viewing her topless.

  When the salesgirl left the redhead stepped back inside but left her door opened enough for me to see her. She turned her back to me and I took advantage. I lowered the top and just stared at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. This girl was smoking hot. When she slipped off her shorts and exposed her neatly trimmed pussy, a surge of blood filled my dick. I gawked as long as I could without getting caught and then realized too late the redhead watched me the whole time by bouncing her gaze off other mirrors. I found myself looking her directly in the eye.

  I expected her to call me a creep or slam her dressing room door but she didn't. Instead, she smiled and faced me, ran her fingers through her long beautiful hair, and slowly shut her door ending the show. I got the hell away from there.

  I found Julie with an armful of clothing and handed her the item I'd found for her.

  “You okay?” she asked.

  “Yes, but getting hungry.”

  “Me too. Let's finish here and grab a bite.”

  In the dressing room Julie stripped and began trying on items. One was too small across her chest and she asked me to go find a larger size. As I left her room and shut the door, Redhead was just exiting her room. She gave me a big smile and I returned it, falling into step behind her and loving her great ass. When she turned for the register I turned for a larger size. What a great day.

  I found the top and headed back. As I drew closer, I noticed an older man standing a rack pretending to examine an item just like I'd done earlier. I chuckled. I guess all men are dogs. I took an angle that allowed me to see where he was looking and was shocked to discover he was ogling Julie! Had I not latched the door properly? I was angry and took a step towards him, planning on publicly shaming him and getting in his face. He was taller and heavier than me but what could he do in a public place?

  My third step brought me to a halt. Julie knew he was watching her! From the mirror next to her I saw her smile at him. She was topless like Redhead and acting innocently, but I saw in her eyes that she was aware of her voyeur. I leaned into a display of bathrobes and watched her flirt. He was mesmerized. Although Julie's breast have swelled to more than I can fit in my hand, her nipples are still and he was staring a hole right through my wife. Her recent growth spurt hasn't affected the firmness of her breasts so that while big, they do not hang down at all. Some of her girlfriends asked her if she had them done and Julie loves it every time they do.

  She took her time closing her door. I waited for her new fan to walk away and then entered her room again and handed her the top. I thought about telling her what I saw her do but didn't for two reasons; first, I'm a hypocrite, and second, while watching I quickly found my initial anger replaced by arousal. I liked that another guy saw her. I liked that Julie wanted to show herself off. My reaction surprised me but I guess we never know how we'll react to something until actually confronted by it.

  I'm not just the only person she's ever had sex with; I'm the only guy who has shown her any attention at all. Julie grew up an ugly, skinny, nerdy, socially-awkward girl and has only blossomed within the last year, especially the last six months. We've been together three years. She's highly intelligent, independent, and has a quirky sense of humor I love. I met her at school and we hit it off but she thought I wanted her as a friend. Guys always just wanted her as a friend. When I tried to kiss her the first time she freaked out and pushed me away, and then jumped on me and kissed me passionately.

  She's on the school swim team and works out all the time but could not put on any weight until one magical day hormones kicked in and they haven't stopped. Her body now is amazing.

  An hour later we left with two big bags of new things and even farther in debt. Julie was excited to have them and I was excited to see her wear them.

  The voyeur got me thinking and I resolved to pay more attention to the people around us. My suspicions were rapidly confirmed; Julie turned heads where ever we went. I don't know how I'd missed it before but I had and in a big way. Pride swelled in me that I'd landed such a desirable woman. I had a bounce in my step. My chest puffed up.

  After lunch it was time to shop for me. We entered a men's clothier and Julie insisted I try on several suits. I recently started a new job which required them and I currently cycled through the same three. We found a dressing room and it was my turn. Julie brought me different shirts to try with the suits.

  When she left to find me the right shade of green, she didn't come back. I finished the shirts I had and waited for a while and then I went looking for her, but couldn't find her. The store was virtually deserted with the lone salesman helping an older couple. I decided to return to my dressing room and wait and on my way back I noticed and archway that led to another small area where they kept all the clearance items.

  As I rounded a display of sports coats, I saw her. She was talking to the older guy she'd flashed in Victoria's Secret! He must have followed us after we left. She held two green shirts in her hand. He held two blue in his. I couldn't hear their conversation. Julie was smiling and laughing at everything he said and he was gazing at her intensely as he spoke. my first instinct was to barge in and disrupt them.

  But I didn't.

  For the second time that day I allowed this man to enjoy a moment of my wife. I don't know why I stopped, but I did. I wanted to watch her in this situation. I wanted to see what would happen next.

  He pointed to the shirts s
he held and raised his own and I saw Julie listen and then nod her head and glance at her watch. With Julie following, Older Man walked to some dressing rooms and stepped inside one. He pulled the door mostly closed but not all the way. Julie stood to the side so she couldn't see in but after a moment began to shuffle her feet until she could. I moved behind a rack of sale shirts so I had the same view as she.

  Older Man peeled off his shirt, exposing his hairy chest. His muscles were much bigger than mine. If he noticed Julie watching, he hid it. He kicked off his shoes. I wondered why he needed to take off his shoes if he was only trying on shirts when down came his pants.

  His penis was huge and his shaved balls were gigantic. My penis is a little bigger than average and I am not shy changing at the gym or visiting the doctor. I've only had intercourse with Julie but I did receive a few hand jobs growing up and all of those girls commented how nice and big I was. This guy was more than me by a lot, and he was still soft.

  Julie saw it and her hands came up to her face. She turned bright red and stepped back where she could no longer see into the dressing room. A minute later Older Man stepped out wearing a new shirt and pants. The pants must have already been in the dressing room. He asked my wife her opinion. A clearly flustered Julie made a few comments and Older Man disappeared into the dressing room again and then moments later stepped out wearing the other shirt. Julie again advised him and he entered the room once more.

  My wife slid a little to the right in order to see in just as Older Man began swapping his new pants for old. This time Julie stood her ground and it turned me on that she wanted to see it again. He wore no underwear so his dick and balls bumped and flopped as he dressed. He tucked everything down a pant leg and re-buckled his belt. At the last second, Julie quickly turned away to avoid getting caught but I saw his face; he knew she'd watched.

  Older Man emerged and they spoke briefly, and then he shook her hand and gave her a business card and left for the register. I hurried back to my dressing room and Julie joined me. I said nothing. I tried on a few more clothes, including the two green shirts she held, and we made our selections and checked out. Twenty minutes later we were back at our apartment. We dropped our bags on the bedroom floor.

  My wife said she needed a shower and I opened us both a beer. I was relieved she wanted to bathe because I needed some time alone to think.

  My reactions earlier surprised and confused me and I wanted to sort them out. I understood getting angry but why didn't I stay angry? Why hadn't I confronted her and him? Why did I get excited when she wanted to see his penis a second time? Shouldn't I have been jealous?

  I sipped my beer. I enjoyed him looking at her and her looking at him. Every friend I have would have lost their minds in that situation. I knew I was a visual guy but was I really this visual?

  I heard the shower come on.

  Should I say something to Julie? What was the harm, really? I know she loved all this new attention and after a lifetime of rejection and taunting from her peers, I wanted her to have it. I decided to keep my mouth shut.

  After a while the shower stopped. I was reaching for the television remote when movement from the hallway caught my eye. I turned.

  Julie wore a cherry red lace teddy with matching underwear. Her big tits looked spectacular. Through the lace of her panties I was just able to make out the light brown and neatly trimmed fur on her pussy.

  “I am taking you shopping more often,” I croaked.

  She giggled and jumped onto my lap, kissing me.

  Twenty minutes later I pulled out, as always, shooting my load on her leg, and we tumbled to the floor, sweaty and exhausted and gasping for breath. As we returned to calm, Julie spoke.

  “How big are you, Baby?”

  “What? What do you mean? My penis?” I asked, shocked.

  She reached for it and held it up by the head. It was soft now and trying to nap.

  “Yeah, like, how long and how big around? Have you ever measured?”

  “No,” I lied.

  “Let's measure.”

  “You have to give me a minute Honey. I just came. If you want to measure I need to be hard.”

  “Okay. Tell me when.”

  What the hell? We cuddled with her head on my chest. I knew she was looking down at my dick because I occasionally felt her eyelashes blinking against my skin.

  “I'm curious why you want to know Honey.” I said. “What does it matter?”

  “The only real one I've ever seen is yours, Baby. A girl wonders about such things.”

  “Mine's a little above average.”

  She reached down to play with it again.

  “I'm glad. That makes me feel lucky. I've seen dicks online. Little ones look cute but they turn me off. Big ones look sexy but it's hard to tell how big they really are or if they're even real. I like the bigger ones much better. I like yours; I just can't tell how it would compare to some of the ones I've seen.”

  A question occurred to me but I hesitated to ask it out of fear for the answer. Finally I asked it anyway.

  “I 'm glad you like it. Would you like it more if it were bigger? Like if I walked around the apartment naked and my penis was bigger, would that make you want sex more?”

  She laughed out loud. “Yes! Of course silly. When they were small you always wished my boobs were bigger. I did too. Don't bigger boobs turn you on more than smaller ones?”

  Ouch. But she was right. “Yeah, I guess so. Oh well, looks like we're stuck with each other.”

  She rolled onto her back and looked down at her tits. She cupped them both and pulled them towards her face, studying them.

  “That's not fair; my boobs keep growing. They're way bigger than they were last year and it looks like they plan on growing even bigger but your penis is the same size. You get to enjoy variety while I'm stuck with exactly the same thing every time.”

  Now it was my turn to laugh.

  “Lucky me!”

  I rolled over on top of her and sucked a puffy nipple into my mouth.

  “I'm serious, David.”

  I let her nipple pop out. “What do you want me to do about it, Honey? Your boobs are bigger but they are still your boobs, I'm still having sex with the same person. I can't make my penis bigger. For you to experience a bigger penis I'd have to let you have sex with someone else.” I laughed again, this time at that preposterous idea. I expected her to laugh too, but she didn't. Instead she gave me a serious look and waited. I decided to wait her out, but I didn't last long.

  “What?” I asked, exasperated. “What are you thinking?”

  “We got married so young,” she said.

  “What's that supposed to mean?” I rolled off her and onto my back. She snuggled up to me again, her head on my chest.

  “David, I love you, I will always love you. You saw me and loved me when nobody else did and I'll never forget that and never leave you. You are my best friend. But don't you look at other girls sometimes and wonder what it would be like? Don't answer; I don't want to hear it. I'm just saying I worry we married too soon and our decision will come back to haunt us. We've only had sex with each other. Are we missing out? Aren't you worried we'll get bored with each other? Forever is such a long time.”

  I knew what was really happening here; Julie, my little ugly-duckling, had grown into a swan and now discovered she loved all the attention she'd been missing. Her options had increased dramatically and she wondered what she was worth on the open market. I was hurt and intimidated. I considered mentioning her dressing room antics but held off.

  “I'm confused,” I stated. “It sounds like you are telling me you want to stay with me but have sex with others?”

  She pondered my question, which sucked.

  “Yes,” she sighed. “No. Not exactly. I don't know. Maybe? It's confusing. I definitely want to stay with you; I'm just worried about us. Don't you wonder about others?”

  I ignored her question. “You've thought a lot about this.”


  “I have. It's been on my mind for months. Your comment earlier about a new lover for me made me think of it again so I said something. Sorry. I should have kept my mouth shut. This is too difficult a subject for a couple to talk about.”

  “No Baby, you should be able to tell me anything. You're my best friend too. I want to know whatever you're thinking and feeling, no matter what. We'll handle it together.”

  She hugged me and squeezed hard.

  “I don't have an answer for you right now,” I continued. “That's a lot all at once. I promise to think about what you said, okay? I admit I like it when guys check you out so maybe we can play a little game where you get to flirt and enjoy all this new attention?”

  “Really?”

  I nodded.

  “You're the best,” she said. “You're amazing. I love you, David.”

  “I love you, Julie.”

  I decided to go for it. “You know, I saw you today, Baby, in the dressing room. You and that man.” Her face turned away from me and I felt her body tense. “First at Victoria's Secret, when you showed off for him and then after, when he showed off for you. I just happened to catch both. I'm wondering if those events have something to do with how you're feeling about us right now. Do they?”

  She turned her blushing face to mine.

  “Yes, I have to admit they do.”

  “Tell me.”

  She collected her thoughts a minute before responding.

  “I loved the way he looked at me. No man has ever looked at me with such desire in his eyes, not even you, David. His eyes burned with want. He was like an animal. It made my legs weak. I loved showing him my new body. Later, while you were trying on clothes, he approached me to ask my opinion about some shirts and pants he wanted. I suspected it was all bullshit but I played along to see what he was up to. He's really hot, Honey. He's so good-looking.”

  “Go on, tell me more.”

  “I don't want to hurt your feelings.”

  “I can take it. Tell me the truth.”

  “When he took his shirt off I got tingly all over. He's so sexy. His body is amazing. Then he took off his pants and I saw his, thing, and I got turned on. Did you see it, Baby? He's really big. Way bigger than you, and you're not small. I was surprised it mattered to me how big he was, but it did. I was shocked how much it mattered to me. I wondered what it would be like, you know, to be with him. What would one that big feel like? Your penis feels much better than your finger because it's much larger. Would his penis feel better than yours for the same reason?”