Thanksgiving was over and Christmas was working it's way closer, with it all the usual things to do. Christmas shopping being included. I'd always struggled on what to get my wife. We kept lists for each other, but her list this year was even shorter than usual. It included three items: sexy dresses, lingerie, and "underwear and stockings that turn you on". Clearly she'd gotten her mind focused on one thing this year. Unfortunately, I wasn't exactly good at picking dresses for her. Lingerie was no problem. Underwear was easy. But dresses? I never did well with those.
We'd agreed that tonight we'd go to the mall and she'd give me some ideas of things she liked. It was bound to help. Mandy was upstairs getting dressed almost half an hour after we were supposed to leave. Why she had to dress up to shop, I don't know, but then I guess it's a woman thing. I was patiently waiting for her to finish getting ready when the doorbell rang. I of course answered it. I could hear Mandy coming down the stairs behind me, her high heels clop clopping with each step as she almost ran down the stairs, clearly trying to beat me to the door. She didn't. I opened the door while she was still a good third of the way up to the second floor, and stood staring at a tall, slender redhead I only vaguely recognized.
"Janice!" Mandy called from behind me.
"Mandy! I made it!" The redhead said cheerfully from where she stood on the front porch.
"You did," my wife answered as the redhead stepped in past me. The two hugged and then separated. "Honey, this is Janice. She's kinda new to the office."
"Hi. I said, feeling confused before looking back at my wife. "Are we still going shopping?" I'd seen my wife dressed up a lot more lately, but the short black zipper dress she had on seemed overkill for shopping. The long-sleeved dress only came to the middle of her thighs and the turtleneck had a zipper that ran down the front from the top of the neck all the way to the hem. The fairly stretchy knit material hugged her curves snuggly, accentuating her full breasts and her curvy hips. I vaguely remember her buying the dress quite a few years ago to wear to a single event, to never come out of the closet again. But here she was, dressed in the sexy black knit material, black stockings that were barely long enough to be covered by the short dress and knee-length leather boots. She looked truly incredible.
My wife laughed softly. "Yes and no. Yes, we're going shopping, but no, not together. I enlisted Janice to help you."
"Help me?"
"I know how hard it is for you to shop for clothes for me, and I really like Janice's style. Since she's almost the exact same size as me, she can help you pick without spoiling the surprise for me!" She turned to look at Janice. "Show him!"
Janice grinned and took off her long coat. She had on a very short red dress that seemed to be little more than a tube of spandex that molded itself to her body, covering everything from just above her nipples to the middle of her thighs, the outfit finished off with red stockings and heels. She was surprisingly close in build to Mandy, right down to her probably 36D breasts. "Wow," was all I could say. "You sure you want me to take her shopping?"
"Why? Afraid you might not be able to keep your hands off me?" Janice said softly as she stepped toward me. She slipped her arms around my waist and leaned her body against mine and ground her pelvis against my already hardening dick. "Glad to see you enjoying the view. It'd be a shame to get all dressed up and not have you enjoy it."
I looked past her toward my wife. She grinned and nodded. "Feel free to tell her how good she looks."
"Well, you do look spectacular." I said a little tentatively, not wanting to piss my wife off at being overly complimentary.
"Thank you!" she said with a smile before her look turned more serious. "Mandy, Jack, I have a question for you two."
"Okay?" I said a little curiously.
"My husband and I play this game when we go clothes shopping so he doesn't get bored. We've talked about trying it with another couple, and since you two are already exploring that kind of thing, maybe you'd be a good couple to share it with."
I was immediately put on guard and answered, "What kind of a game?"
"Well, it's kinda a showing off and flirting kind of game." Janice said, looking back at me, still holding my pelvis against hers, and not seeming to be ready to let go.
"Showing off, like showing off our bodies?" Mandy asked her co-worker.
"That's a pretty close description. Greg gets really turned on watching me flash him and any other guy that happens to be lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time. So, we play a little game, flashing and touching each other while we're shopping."
"Okay. Maybe you better explain more first." I said hesitantly.
"Well, first he buys me a new pair of sexy undies, then we go look at lingerie. I pick at least one thing that I would like to wear for him, and I model it."
"So you put it on for him?" I asked, not sure how this turned into flashing, though I could imagine some pretty skimpy lingerie.
"Uh huh. The rule is, when I model anything, I have to come out of the dressing room completely, and make one full turn for him, before I can go back. If I renege and don't come out, I have to undress in the parking lot and ride home naked. I have to admit, at first it was kinda hard, but now I love it. I get so turned on. Anyway, once we pick a piece of lingerie, and sometimes he makes me try on more than one piece, I put on the panties he bought me. Then we go shopping for dresses. He picks some for me to model, and I pick some I like. Of course the same rules for modeling dresses apply. Anything he picks and asks me to model I have to. The idea is to tease each other to climax before we're done, by both flashing and touching."
"So, like jerking him off or something?" Mandy asked her friend.
"That's one way. Another is to let him get between my thighs or even into me if he can arrange it. My goal is to get him to come in my panties, and his goal is to get me to climax before I get him to come. If he makes me come first, then when we get back to the car, I have to strip and ride him until he fills me. If I get him to come in my panties first, then he has to buy me the lingerie I modeled for him. Easy."
"And all you have to do is, what, get him to jack off in your panties?"
"Well, he can come in my panties with me holding them out, or he can slide it between my thighs, dry humping, some people call it, or he can cum in my pussy and let it leak out into the panties. I mean, we can't exactly go around coming on the floor, can we? It has to end up in the panties."
"That sounds like it could be difficult," Mandy said, looking at me to see my reaction.
"Not as hard as you think, not if you get creative and do things in short little bits. Oh, I almost forgot, I'm not allowed to touch my panties unless his dick is hanging out. So if he pulls them down my thighs to play with my pussy, well they stay down until he pulls them up, or I fish out his dick. Sometimes he'll pull the panties down so far that they almost show below my dress, and I have to leave them there. But the positive side is then that I can lift my dress and flash him my bare pussy, which he absolutely loves."
"And you guys do this a lot?" I asked, a little surprised at the game.
"Almost every time we go shopping." She said with a grin.
