It was a leisurely mid morning Monday but never too soon to get the primping started for Ed and Mara's playdate. Periodically Ed took the day off and we had time to ourselves, doing nothing in particular.
The day always began with a good morning fuck to get our motors running and the rest of the day was whatever came to mind.
It used to be nothing more elaborate than shopping and maybe a movie but with the evolution of our sexuality and the pleasure and power of hotwifing, the playdate took on a much different dimension.
As a hotwife or 'vixen', if you wish, I had unleashed, with the constant encouragement and approval of my husband, the full intensity of my sexuality. Ed had dreamt of this for years and now he got it.
Once I tasted the ultimate pleasure of sex with any number of strange men I now craved its energy like a drug. Add that to my endless desire for attention and, well, you get the drift.
Out of the shower I sat on the throne and shaved my legs and then called for Ed to do his favorite, the ceremonial shaving of the pussy. The goofball really got into it, acting like a surgeon, making sure his razor missed nothing. His meticulous work was as good or better than any bikini wax I'd ever had. Plus he always got a boner doing it.
He liked to jokingly say, "The hotwife pussy must always look its best since it could be called into action at any moment."
"Okay, crazy. Thank you," I'd say sarcastically but I actually liked it when he shaved me.
I never got tired of dressing sexy, plenty of cleavage and leg. Ed and I loved the lusty looks wherever we went and I became a skilled tease.
"Could we go to a jewelry store today?" I asked.
"What? Is there a loose stone in my queen's tiara?"
"No, but you're close. I was thinking it would be reeeeeally sexy to have a hotwife anklet. Anklets are sexy to begin with but one that advertises my availability would be even better. You could help pick it out!"
"For you, Mara, anything. Sounds fun. And maybe I could get one for myself that says, 'I'm with her'.
"Okay, smartass."
"I'm being silly but I think it sounds hot, hot, hot. I don't think we can go to a traditional jewelry store though. Like maybe one of those adult stores with other stuff like that."
We did a web search and found something close to one of the malls and off we went to 'The Other Girl'.
The store wasn't one of those seedy places with two parked cars and a peep show but an upscale adult emporium I guess you could call it. Lots of lingerie, toys and stuff for sexually active couples. Ed got lost in the sexy outfits but I went straight for the jewelry. I wore a short skirt (when didn't I?) so my legs would make a good model for the anklet.
There appeared to be two sales people, a pretty blonde and a middle aged man with the salt and pepper hair I've always been nuts about who approached me while I looked over the glass case. "Can I help you find something?"
"Yes," I said looking up and realizing he was a nice looking guy. Then again, what did I expect? A customer was more likely to buy something in this store if their libido was nudged in that direction.
"Well I was looking for an anklet."
"Simple chain or was there a message you wanted to convey?"
"Yes," I replied confidently, "I'm a hotwife and I guess I want something that clearly signals my availability."
Over in the corner of the store the blonde was talking to Ed.
"Oh, okay, well let me bring out a bunch of things that are more specific to that." Before he left I caught his eyes checking me out.
He returned with a pallet of choices. "If you'd like to sit over here I can help you try them on." I followed him to a chair next to the dressing rooms. "That is if you're comfortable with me touching you. I can get Dina if you prefer."
"Handsome guy like you helping me try on anklets, I don't have to think twice about that," a smile and a wink got my point across. I sat sideways, crossed my legs and he knelt in front of me.
He remained professional. Holding my leg by the calf he carefully removed my shoe and placed my foot on his bent thigh. "You may want to go with a simple chain and 'hotwife' written on it or you can be more personal than that and have your name engraved. Try this one," he wrapped it round and hooked the clasp. "And then if you wish you can add whatever charms you want that make your look more specific to your preferences."
"I don't have any specific preferences," I said, "I'm open to almost anything."
That mere statement gave him the look of having won the lottery.
He had fifteen versions of the basic hotwife anklet and I had him try every one on me. It was one of those subtle erotic moments we both enjoyed and after he'd shown me everything he and I were left wanting him to touch me more.
"There are a couple I'd like to see again." I said, inching my foot up his thigh.
"Of course."
He made no acknowledgement of my slow ascent but the bulge in his pleated khakis gave him away. After three or four more anklet showings my toes touched his hard-on and our eyes met. He said nothing as I moved the ball of my foot up and down his shaft. He closed his eyes and stroked my leg, reaching mindlessly up my skirt.
And then the phone rang. "Can you get that, Ben?"
"Huh? What?"
"The phone!" said the mildly annoyed saleswoman still talking to Ed who, it dawned on me, had been running interference by tying her up in conversation. If I know Ed, he was asking her expertise in dressing me like a naughty Barbie, one of his inanimate crushes.
"...yes, until seven. You're welcome." He hung up the phone and turned back to me. I had already made my choice and was looking at it in the mirror. It was basic but to the point, a silver chain with 'Hotwife' written in script. It looked very sexy on me and if you knew what a hotwife was then you could pick me out easily.
"What do you think, Ben? It's Ben right?" I asked, as he stood close behind me.
"Yes. I think you look stunning."
Getting frisky, I asked, "Did you mean me or the anklet?"
"Both."
"Ben," I said trying to cause more trouble, "are we flirting?"
Now he was getting more confident, "Yes, I think we are," and he put his hand on my hip, now standing closer behind me pretending to be evaluating the anklet. I could feel his stiff cock against my rear.
Then I whispered, "Your cock wants my attention."
"Is that a bad thing?" He pressed harder.
"No, definitely not but we are in the middle of a store."
I could hear Ed and the blonde laughing and bits and pieces of conversation but being preoccupied I missed most of it. She yelled over to Ben, "I'm going to take an early lunch. Hold down the fort." She and Ed left out the front door.
"Hmmm, that's interesting," I said.
"What's interesting?"
"That man your sales woman left for lunch with is my husband."
"If I know her she'll be gone for at least an hour," he informed me then walked over, locked the front door and hung one of those 'Back by' signs with the moveable clock hands. "Apparently your husband found something he likes and, in turn, I've found something I like."
"But what about the owner. You can just close the store anytime you want?"
