With thanks to Jasmine27 for help with editing. You may like to read some other short stories about this couple: A Taxi Ride Home, The Beginning and A Birthday Massage.
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So, did I tell you about the time I took my wife lingerie shopping? No? I didn't think so.
About six months ago my wife and I were making plans for a business dinner at home. I've started entertaining at home a lot more often recently. In fact, dinner at my house has become a highlight for the department heads of my company. I can't think why. Anyway, my wife decided she needed some new lingerie for the dinner. She likes to look pretty, and who am I to deny her?
It was one of those shops that you have to ring the bell to get in, and you just know your credit card is going to get a workout. We entered the shop and I have to say I was impressed, it was huge, with every type of lingerie you could imagine in an array of colours. My wife had shopped there before but this was my first time.
"Good afternoon, madam, sir." we were greeted by a rather stuck-up looking woman. "My name is Claudette, and if you should need any assistance, please, just ask." The assistant turned and walked back to the woman she had been talking to when we entered. "Sorry about that, Marian. Are you looking for something special, something to show Jeffery?"
"Sweetheart, I'm going to pick out a few things and then we'll go to the dressing room." My ears pricked up at the 'we'll go to the dressing room'. I turned my attention away from the shop assistant and the only other customer in the shop. "Why don't you have a wander round and see if there's anything that catches your eye?" my wife asked before she kissed me on the cheek and then left me on my own. Left me standing there surrounded by lace and silk.
'I can do this,' I thought to myself, 'I'm a grown man, I can select some things for my wife. Afterall, she buys my boxers and socks. How different can it be?'
Well fuck me!
Let me tell you, it's nothing like picking out a pair of boxers in the right size. Not only did I find lace and silk, but there were ribbons, pom poms, leather, chains and feathers. Some had parts missing, love those by the way, and some had extra bits dangling off them. Some tied up with ribbons, others with clasp or poppers. I have never seen so many different types of knickers; thong, g-string, French, bikini, to name but a few. The bras were padded, non-padded, with or without wire, full cups, half cups. I think you get the picture!
I lifted a pair of black, lace, crotchless knickers up to my face. I opened up the crotch area, just to see if they were in fact crotchless, and then jumped when I heard someone clearing their throat rather loudly. I looked through the missing crotch to see the shop assistant looking at me like I was something she had stepped in. Feeling like a teenage boy I quickly shoved them back onto the display shelf.
Luckily my wife had found some items she wanted to try on and she came and saved me from the withering stare of the assistant. My wife linked her arm through mine and took me to the back of the shop and through a door marked 'Dressing Room'.
The dressing room really was a room. It was large and opulently furnished. There were two velvet sofas, in a dusky pink colour. They were sitting at a slight angle to each other, so not only could you could see the doorway to each of the individual dressing rooms they were positioned in front off, but you could also, if you wanted to, make conversation with the other person waiting.
In this instance, the person sitting on one of the sofas was a man in his mid 20's. He was sitting surrounded by shopping bags and I assumed he was the long suffering Jeffery, judging by the bored look on his face, and the fact that the other individual changing room was empty.
I nodded my hellos to him and made myself comfortable on the sofa, while my wife took her items to try on in the separate changing room.
The door opened and my wife was stood in a white silk teddy. "What do you think?" she asked.
It wasn't really my cup of tea but I pretended I was thinking about it. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Step out of the doorway, you're kind of in the shadow. That's it, now turn around so I can see your arse."
My wife had stepped out of the doorway and duly complied with my request. I could see the bloke on the other sofa was busy on his mobile phone and paying no attention to us. "Yeah, I'm not sure if I like it, honey. Part your legs a little and bend over."
Jeffery's eyes flicked up from the screen of his phone.
I made a big show of leaning forward, elbows on my knees, and having a good look at my wife presenting her arse to me. "No, that's not the one, honey. I can't see any pussy, it's completely covered still. Next!"
My wife stood and looked over her shoulder at me. I moved my head a tiny bit in the direction of Jeffery. My wife smiled, understanding my gesture. "Ok, sweetheart. I've got plenty of lacey things in here to try on for you."
I smiled and sat back. This should be fun. Feeling a small twitch in my jeans, I shuffled myself about to loosen as much material as my jeans would allow and spread my legs. I knew I was going to need the space.
The door opened again. This time my wife was wearing a black lace bra, matching knickers and hold-up stockings. "Oh yes! That's more like it, honey. Give me a twirl."
My wife stepped out of the dressing room. With a hand on one hip she slowly turned. "There's something missing," I said, "Put your heels back on."
As my wife was putting her shoes back on I glanced over at Jeffery. His head was still down in the pretence of looking at his phone. But I could see his eyes were focused on the door of my wife's changing room.
I knew the moment she stepped out because his eyes widened and his lips parted.
She looked beautiful, very sexy in classic black lace. She gave a little turn and I could see the knickers were in fact a thong. With her back to me she bent over and gave her arse a shake. "Well, sweetheart? Do you like these?" She stayed in that position while she waited for my answer.
"Very sexy, honey. Now, why don't you come over here so I can get a proper look."
With a wiggle in her hips, my wife slowly made her way over to me. I indicated that she should stand to the side of me. I turned slightly on the sofa. I was now facing Jeffery straight on , my wife between us with her back to him.
My eyes roamed over my wife's body. My appreciation of her firm tits covered in lace, the dip of her waist and the flare of her hips, was evident in the growing bulge in my jeans. I ran one hand up her stocking clad leg, over her plump naked bum cheek and up, cupping one of her tits and squeezing it.
"Bend over and give your tits a little shake. I want to see if the bra can hold them in."
Smiling my wife took a step back and bent over. Our new friend had dropped the hand holding his phone and was now openly staring at my wife's arse. My attention quickly came back to my wife as she shook her upper body. Her tits gently shook. I reached up and placed my hands under her chest, letting my hands take the weight of her. "Your tits feel real good, honey. Now turn around."
She turned slowly and stood for a second before bending over. Her arse was in front of me and I couldn't resist giving it a slap. It jiggled nicely and a light pink hue covered one cheek. "I do like these honey, I can see the outline of your pussy. We're definitely taking this set." I slapped the same cheek again and sent her on her way.
The main door to the dressing room opened. Jeffery jumped and with a guilty look on his face stole his gaze away from my wife's dressing room and looked at his wife marching in. She had a few pieces in her hands, mainly white cotton from what I could see. Not that there's anything wrong with white cotton. I've had plenty of stiffies seeing my wife in white cotton knickers, seeing the white of the gusset change colour as it became wet, pressing my nose against the wet material... Anyway, where was I?
