Dan and Me

Dave and I had been frosty towards each other ever since I'd got back from my parents after Christmas. Oh right, and he'd spent the night at some whore's house.

To get out of the house, I'd started going to the gym and managed to lose a few pounds. I'd had a few guys hit on me there, which is always nice for the old self esteem, but I'd started wearing my wedding ring again to hopefully cut down on that, as I didn't really want that kind of attention. Well, maybe I did like it a little, but I didn't want the headaches that would cause right now.

Oh, and I was eating less, as I just wasn't hungry most of the time. Also, not cooking for Dave meant I'd lost interest in food, other than satiating hunger.

Dave seemed to think it was about the sex, but it was more than that, it was about him not wanting to have that sex with me.

It seems like I've had a higher libido than him since we were dating, and to then find he'd fucked / been fucking somebody else, well, that was just a stab in the back. He swore it was a one time thing, but I had difficulty believing he'd meet somebody and fuck them the same night, so it was a full-blown affair as far as I was concerned, with all the emotions and everything.

Dave thought I was upset about the sex.

He got it into his head that if I went and had sex with somebody else, we'd be "even", and we could eventually get past this.

I didn't want to say I'd already cheated right back at him and get into that argument, so I made a whole thing about considering it.

"But who'd want to fuck you?" he'd asked.

Prick.

OK, that did it. I said I was sure I could find somebody to fuck me. He was insistent that this was a one time thing (to "even" the score), one night, one guy, that sort of thing. I figured I could work with that, and see if maybe, just maybe he'd feel differently afterwards.

He wanted to know who it was going to be, and I said Dan. He seemed conflicted. He knew we'd dated before I'd met him, so it's not like I was going out and finding some rich, handsome guy, but on the other hand he'd heard stories about Dan. Kinky stuff. Oh, and he'd brought Rachel, a younger girl, to our wedding.

"Are you sure he'd even be interested in fucking you?"

I almost told him that Dan had fucked me the whole time we were dating. We'd fucked the day of our wedding. We'd fucked over the Christmas break. But I didn't. I said I didn't know, but I'd ask him.

I called Dan. This wasn't the sort of thing I wanted to do via text, as I wanted to hear his voice, his reaction.

"Dave thinks he can save our marriage by giving me a pass to fuck somebody. Want to be that somebody?" I'd asked him.

"I guess I could see my way to doing that for you," he'd replied. He sounded enthusiastic.

"OK," I'd said. "No cumming for you until then. I want you to fill me up until I burst."

"None for you either," he'd replied. That'd be easy, I wasn't sleeping with Dave at the moment anyway.

He'd seemed less enthusiastic when I'd said it would be a couple of weeks before I could get away, but he'd relented.

I started teasing Dan as it got closer to the weekend I was going to go and see him. Just a little.

The first day, I went to get a bikini wax done. Well, a full on Brazilian wax, leaving me with just a tiny little landing strip. I wanted to give it a few days for any rash to go down. With the hair torn out at the roots, painfully, I must add, it would take a few weeks before it started to grow back in again. I got the lady doing the wax to take a couple of pictures of me - one from the front, and one from behind, bent over with my legs spread. I told them they were to tease my husband while he was at work, but I texted them to Dan.

The next day, I realized that I'd got rid of my sexy lingerie quite a while ago. It was getting old, I'd put on a little weight, and it just didn't get used. I decided to go and get a new set.

As I was browsing at the lingerie store, an older guy came over to me and asked if I could help him. He wanted to get something slinky for his lady friend, and was wanting a woman's perspective. He wasn't at all bad looking, I thought.

"Maybe we can help each other," I told Joe, as he'd introduced himself. "What do you want to get her?"

He'd wanted to get her a bra and panty set. But didn't know what size she was.

"The trouble is different stores have different ways of measuring sizes," I told him. "In different places I'm a different size. If you don't know what size she is here, you run the risk of getting her something that doesn't fit, and that'll end in tears."

"Tears?" he said. "Surely it wouldn't be that bad?"

"It would. Say you get her something too small. She tries it on and it makes her look fat."

"Tears," he said.

"Or you get her something too big. Then she thinks you think she's fat."

"Tears," he said. "You're right. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope."

I smiled at him. "I say you get her a baby doll nightie... they're just small / medium and large / extra large. Which is she?"

"Uh, she's about your size?"

"OK," I said, "so probably a medium?"

I led him to that section, and he browsed through, looking at them.

"I'm not sure how one of these would fit her," he whined.

"Do you want me to try it on for you? Is that what you're saying?"

"Would you? That'd be great."

"Fine," I said. "Let me pick a few sets that I'm interested in, and we can go and try stuff on."

I went and picked up some bras, some thongs, some stockings and garter belts. And a bustier, because why not?

I went and found Joe, and he'd decided on four baby doll nighties. I took them from him, and we headed over to the changing rooms.

"Sit," I told him as we passed the chairs for the men to wait.

I went and found an empty changing room, and hung my coat up. I was starting to feel tingly about the whole situation now.

I'd been expecting to try things on, so I was wearing sweats and sneakers. I quickly stripped down to my underwear, then pulled a white baby doll on over it. I put my feet in my sneakers and checked myself out in the mirror, and thought I looked fine. I took a selfie, all cramped into the corner, and for fun, sent it to Dan. I stepped out and walked to the end of the corridor to where Joe was sitting.

I posed for him, with my hands on my hips.

"What do you think?"

"I kinda like it," he said. "Would she be wearing a bra underneath it though?"

He sort of had a point.

"Fine," I said, and went and took my bra off. And my panties, as she wasn't getting any of those, either.

I wondered if he'd notice. I definitely did... I felt naughty, and could feel the cool air on my pussy.

I walked back to him, with my phone in my hand.

"Better?"

"Much."

"Take a picture for me?"

I gave him a little twirl, not fast enough to flash him or anything, then retrieved my phone and went back to the changing room.

I pulled the nightie off over my head, and picked up the next one. It was red and lacy, and once I had it on, I realized it was pretty much see through. My skin is very white, and my nipples are still pink, so hopefully it wouldn't be too obvious, but my little landing strip could be seen if you peered hard enough. I needed to calm down a little, so I picked up my phone, found a decent picture of me in the white nightie and sent it to Dan. Then I screwed up my courage and headed out. There was a guy talking to Joe, and they both perked up as I approached. Joe whistled, then smiled at me.

I gave him the phone, and posed, wondering just how much these two could see through the lace. I was getting really turned on by the situation, and when he'd taken a couple of pictures, Joe gave me the phone back and I carefully walked back to the changing room to change. I sent Dan one of the more revealing pictures, then got changed.

When I came out, wearing a light blue baby doll, they weren't talking. They were waiting for me. This one was a lot less revealing, so I felt more comfortable posing for them as Joe took my picture with my phone. I was still careful not to flash them.

Back in the changing room, I sent Dan a picture, then took off the baby doll. I started to shake when I saw the last baby doll I was to try on. It was yellow, and, again, almost see through. The problem was, due to the color it was going to be a lot easier to see through it. I could pretty easily make out my nipples and landing strip in the mirror. I could always put my bra and panties back on, I told myself. But where's the fun in that, I replied. Steeling myself, I left the safety of the changing room and walked back to the now three guys, looking a lot more confident than I felt.

They just stared at me. Well, at my body. Neither of them seemed to notice I was blushing wildly. I handed Joe my phone, and posed.

"I like this one," he said. "She's blonde, so I think it'll go nicely with her hair."

I posed a little longer.

"Can you put your arms up?" he asked. I could see what he was doing, but I did it anyway. The hem of the nightie rose up my thighs even further. He took another few pictures.

"Now give us a twirl," he said. I did. Perhaps a little faster than I should have, as I felt the hem rise and I'm pretty sure they'd have had a fleeting view of my naked pussy.

When I faced them again, I grabbed my phone from Joe and went back to the changing room as fast as modesty would allow. I heard Joe tap at the door.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes," I said. "That's all of them, so I was going to try my stuff on now. Give me a few minutes."

"OK," he said, and, I'm assuming, went back and sat down.

I swiped through the pictures, and you could definitely see my pussy in a couple of them. Oh great. Oh well, it was time to get on with it.

Digging through my items, I put on a red thong, push up bra, garter belt and sat down to put on the stockings. I put my sneakers back on, and hooked the stockings to the garter belt, going under the straps for the thong, and checked myself in the mirror. I think I looked damned hot, and turned to check myself out from the back, too. I pulled the little straps of the thong up and over my hips, burying the back strap into my bum crack. With my phone in my hand, I headed out.

I walked down the corridor to Joe and the other two guys, and they all stared at me as I did. Joe was all smiles, and happily took my phone to take pictures of me. I didn't have to worry about the little I was wearing fluttering around and showing too much - it was pretty much all on show already.

I did a little twirl for them, and when I was facing away from them, I put my fingers in the crease between my bum and my thighs and wobbled my bum at them.

"You need some sexier shoes," one of the guys said.

"Yes," I said, standing on tip toes, "pretend I'm wearing 6" stilettos."

I took my phone back, and looked at the pictures as I headed back to the changing room, selecting one that I sent to Dan before I started getting changed again.

This time I put on a dark green thong and the matching bustier top. I slipped my feet into my sneakers and headed out again. While they liked this outfit, they seemed to have preferred the red, probably because of the stockings.

"The top hides too much," said one of the guys, I'm assuming because the lace was denser so you couldn't see my nipples. Joe took a couple of pictures, and I headed back to the changing room.

I sent Dan one of the pictures, then I got undressed again. I was really enjoying this, but now I got nervous looking at the black outfit. I pulled the tiny little thong on, the rear strap disappearing into my bum crack as I pulled the sides up. I could see the top of my landing strip, but when I pulled the front up a little to try and hide it, the gusset disappeared into my pussy, the lips bulging around the sides. I figured the pubes were the better thing to show.

The bra wasn't any better. It had cut outs under the nipples where you could see pretty large areas of skin, and you could clearly see my nipples though the lace.

I pulled on the fishnet stockings and the little garter belt, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a stripper. On one hand, I couldn't believe I'd picked this outfit out, but on the other, I'd picked it out intending to show Joe, so on some level I wanted to be seen like this. Didn't I?

I put my feet in my sneakers. I took a deep breath, then noticed in the mirror that made my tits look even bigger, so I let it out. Grabbing my phone, I headed out of the changing room. As I turned towards Joe and the guys, the third guy came out of one of the changing rooms. He grinned at me, and scuttled over to the waiting area to watch me walk towards them.

The guys seemed to really like this outfit. They had me twirl around several times while Joe took pictures. I saw the second guy point at my pussy, so I knew he'd seen my landing strip.

The third guy said "my wife was too shy to come and show us what she's wearing, and it's nothing like this."

The second guy asked me to bend over. I knew what he wanted, but pretended I didn't. Facing them, I bent over. I could feel my tits hanging down in front of me.

"Turn around," he said. I turned sideways on sucking my tummy in as I did, so they'd have a better view of my tits hanging down.

"All the way around," he said. I turned away from them, but kept my legs tightly together.

He didn't have the balls to tell me to spread my legs, so I straightened up and took my phone back from Joe and walked back to the changing room. I honestly think I was turned on enough that I would have spread my legs if they'd only asked me to.

I sent Dan a picture of me bending over from the side, then got undressed again. The last set was white. It wasn't as small as the black set, but it was still pretty small. While the thong covered my landing strip, you could see the red hair through the lace. My nipples were hard now, and you could see that through the bra. I put on the garter belt, and pulled on the denser fishnet stockings. I tucked the garter straps under the thong and hooked them on to the tops of the stockings. I slipped my feet in my sneakers, and headed out.

The second guy had gone, but the third guy's wife was sitting next to him. She gasped a little when she saw me, and I looked down in case I'd somehow forgotten to put anything on and I was standing there naked. No, I was definitely wearing lingerie. I gave Joe the phone again, and twirled a couple of times for him to take pictures. With the wife there, there weren't any lewd posing suggestions, and I took my phone back and headed back to the changing room.

I sent Dan one of the pictures, then noticed that he'd been replying. I'd look at those later, I figured, and got undressed. I was sitting there, almost naked, taking off the stockings when there was a light tap at the door.

"What now," I thought, but I said "just a minute."

"Can I come in?" It was a woman's voice.

"I'm naked," I said, "give me a minute."

The door opened anyway, and I grabbed my sweatshirt, it being the nearest thing to me, and held it over me as best I could.

"What the..." I started.

The third guy's wife popped her head around the door.

"Only me," she said. "I just wanted to say you looked really sexy out there, and I wish I had your self confidence."

"You're beautiful," I said, "don't wish it, do it!"

"Really?" she said.

"Really," I said, "now can I get dressed again?"

"Oh, sorry, yes," she said, and closed the door behind her.

Jeez, some people, right? I put on my dull undies and sweats. I tied the laces on my sneakers this time, put my coat on, collected the underwear and headed out.

Joe and the third guy were sitting in the waiting area. I went and gave Joe the yellow baby doll, then sat next to him.

"What are we waiting for?" I asked.

"His wife," said Joe.

I guessed she'd taken my words to heart, and was going to show us some lingerie. I looked at my phone, and it looked like Dan had preferred the black get up. I decided to ignore his other comments for the moment.

"Which set of lingerie did you guys prefer?" I asked them.

They both said the black.

"You didn't think it looked too slutty?"

They both agreed that it looked perfectly tasteful, so I took that to mean just slutty enough. OK, I'd get that set then.

The changing room door opened, and the wife came out. She was wearing fairly high cut white bikini panties and a white lace baby doll nightie. And heels. I couldn't see a bra strap, but I also couldn't see her nipples through the nightie. She came gave us a twirl, obviously very embarrassed.

"Congratulations," I said, "you've taken your first step into a bigger, sexier world."

"Thanks." She smiled at me nervously and headed back to the changing rooms. The third guy got up and went over after her.

I went and put the unwanted items in the return basket.

"Joe," I said, "it's been a pleasure. I hope she likes the gift."

"The pleasure's all mine," he said, smiling lecherously.

I went over to the register and paid a stupid amount of money for maybe six square inches of fabric. They put it in a large bag with their logo on the side. I'm sure you know the ones.

Shoes! I wanted to get some shoes. I headed out of the lingerie store and over to the nearest shoe shop.

When I got there, I told the young sales guy I wanted some really high heels, the higher the better, in like a black suede finish, with a platform by the toes and my toes poking out. He sort of smirked at me, and went to see what they had in my size.

He came back with a couple of pairs, but I immediately knew the ones I wanted - they had straps around the ankles, which I hadn't thought of, but now wanted. He took off my sneakers, then put the heels on my feet. I was a little bit unsteady getting up, as the chair was pretty low, but they weren't terribly uncomfortable to walk in. I wouldn't want to go shopping in them, but I wasn't buying them for practicality, I was buying them to look sexy.

"Oh shit," I said. "I want to wear them with stockings on. Hold on to them, and I'll go and put my stockings on and come back and try them, OK?"

The guy seemed a little wary, but said he'd hold them. He took them off, put them back in the box then went off to serve another customer. I put my sneakers back on.

I grabbed my lingerie bag, and headed to the ladies' restroom. I found an empty stall, opposite the mirrors, and went in. I took off my sneakers, then the sweatpants. I sat on the toilet and got my garter and stockings out of the bag, putting them on.

I opened the door and looked out at my reflection in the mirrors. I looked ridiculous. Coat, sweatshirt, dull white bikini panties, garter belt and fishnet stockings. I thought about putting my sweatpants back on, but it wouldn't feel the same walking in the new shoes, would it? I decided to take off my sweatshirt, too. I closed the door, removed my coat and sweatshirt, and jammed the sweats into the lingerie bag. I opened the door again, and looked at myself in the mirror. I still looked ridiculous, with the sexy stockings and the dull underwear. I closed the door again, and took off my underwear. In the bag it went, and I fished out the tiny thong and bra. I put them back on, and carefully arranged them so they looked just right. I opened the door and checked in the mirror, gave a little shiver of anticipation, then put my coat on, grabbed my bag and headed out.

I went back to the shoe store, and the guy saw me come in. He waved at me, but was serving the other customer. After a short while, he left them and came over to me with the shoes in the box.

"I'll just finish up there, then I'll be back to help you out, OK?"

"Sure," I said, nodding.

I sat down and put my feet in the shoes. I did up the straps, and stood up. They still felt fine, even with me wearing the stockings, and I walked back and forth on the carpet a little.