My wife and I live in Phoenix, Arizona. Yes, we know. We have heard ALL of the jokes about living here. Like, it's a dry heat, much like a bon fire. Or do you guys live on the sun? Maybe. Quite possibly. Valets parking cars have been known to complain how at the end of their eight hour shifts, their shoes have come apart at the seams, standing on the blacktop all day. So, we cope by taking daily showers. Okay, four showers a day with the water stone cold would be much more accurate, but we do cope. The bright side? No matter how high the temperature climbs, we do NOT have to scoop it, as in snow shovels have become extinct here. I did see one though as a child, in a museum, so I know what they look like.
My wife and I have the good fortunes to have jobs where we have our week-ends off together. On one such Saturday morning, we leisurely got up at nine in the morning and each of us had a bagel with our morning coffee.
"What would you like to do this morning, if anything?" I asked my wife Angie.
"I woke up this morning feeling kind of randy. I could be in the mood to go to the mall and play a few games," she answered with an enthusiastic smile.
"Anything special?" I asked as she immediately had piqued my interest.
"Yes, I wanted to get a new pair of shoes and then maybe a blouse or two."
I smiled. We had played this game a time or two before and it always led to wild, passionate sex. I don't mind sharing my wife, up to a point. First of all, let me say that Angie and I take care of our bodies We eat right and try to make it to the gym twice a week. Angie is twenty-four, and I am twenty-six. We have been married for almost three years now. We met in college and married after she graduated.
Now, about Angie. She is five foot, seven inches tall with legs that go on forever. She has dark brunette hair with matching chestnut brown eyes. So as not to keep you guessing, she wears a 38 DD bra when she wears one at all. They are perky enough so that if you would put a pen or pencil under her breasts, it would fall directly to the floor. Gravity had not yet touched her ample bosom with hard, full nipples and light pink areolas. It should be mentioned in passing that her breasts and nipples demand a lot of attention. If I fail to play with them for a single day, she asks if I am mad at her.
We are totally in love and several years ago, when we first began our 'games', she wanted me to know that she would only play them with my permission and when I was with her. She said she didn't feel safe doing it on her own, as I was always there to protect her if some horny guy wanted to take it to the next level.
This morning she took an abbreviated shower, and quickly dressed, allowing me to shower and shave as well. With no winters to speak of in Phoenix, your closet pretty much consists of summer clothes. While I quickly dressed, my wife had put on a beige dress. It was low cut in the front with no bra. She never wore a bra unless she was going to work. When she bent over in front of someone, you could see everything but the nipples. Her dress came to about a foot-and-a-half above her knee.
With both of us dressed, we headed for the mall which of course opened at 10 a.m. Angie headed for a shoe store where she had noticed a cute clerk waiting for business. We entered the store.
"Good morning to you both. If there is something special I can help you find, just let me know!" he said with a smile. As far as he was concerned, I was invisible. Didn't exist. Couldn't even see me. He instead, couldn't take his eyes off her chest.
"There is something, actually. You have a red stiletto shoe in the window. I would like to try them on," she said through her smiling lips.
"Do you know your size?"
"I usually take an eight, but various brands run differently. Why don't you bring me a few to try?"
