I woke up the next morning, my head was throbbing, and my cock ached from the multiple sex sessions with Sara last night.
I rolled over and Sara was not in bed. I rolled the other direction to look at the clock on the nightstand. It was already ten fifteen.
I crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom where I quickly found the ibuprofen and took four of them. I then took a piss.
I walked down the hall still half asleep and naked.
I looked in the kitchen and Sara was not there. I looked in the family room and she was not there. I looked in the living room and not there either. The table from the card game last night was still covered with beer bottles and snacks.
"Sara?" I yelled out with a throb in my head.
Nothing.
I looked outside and she was not there either. I staggered over to the coffee pot and there I found the note:
Gone shopping. Be back soon.
Love Sara
"Shopping?" I softly mumbled and headed back down the hall with my coffee to take a shower.
I finished with my shower and pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I went to the backyard and sat in one of the loungers letting the coffee and the ibuprofen take affect.
I'm not sure how long I had been sitting there when I heard the backdoor open and looked to see Sara coming through it all grins.
"Hi honey!" She cheerfully said as she walked to me.
"Hello." I replied as she bent down to kiss me.
"You sure got up and around early to go shopping." I said.
"Yep! I wanted to get a few things for future use." She gleefully replied.
"Future use?" I asked.
"I know we both had so much fun last night that I think we should continue our little games. I am beginning to really get off on this showing off deal." She said.
"About that." I started to say when she cut me off.
"Let me give you a fashion show of the outfits I bought."
She pranced back into the house happy as a kid at Christmas.
I wanted to talk to her about last night. It almost went too far and I really wanted her opinion about where she thought it was going. She was so happy about her new purchases that I decided it could wait until after the show.
The door opened and out popped Sara.
"Damn." I muttered.
"You like it?" She asked.
She was wearing a very form fitting dress. It was barely long enough to cover her pussy and when she did a little pirouette, it barely covered her ass. It curved under the cheeks of her ass and clung tightly to them. The rest of the dress clung to every curve and the top pulled over her tits and barely covered her nipples. Her tits were swelling from the top.
"Yes I like it."
She grinned and said, "I'll be right back with the next one."
I mumbled to myself, "Damn, she is instigating her own showing off now."
Apparently my little plan had worked. Maybe too well.
She came out the door again and immediately did a pirouette.
"Well?" She asked.
This outfit was a pair of denim shorts that were cut off so short that even the pockets on her ass had to be re-sewn because they had been cut in the process. The bottom third of her ass cheeks were showing. On her top, she had a denim shirt that was tied at the waist and not a single button was fastened. Her big tits were swelling from the opening in the shirt.
"I like it a lot." I said.
She giggled and said, "Sit there I have one more."
I could not believe the turnaround in just a few short weeks. These outfits were more like something a model would wear before taking them off for naked photos or something. Not the kind of outfit you see on the street everyday.
Sara came out the door again.
"Wow!" I exclaimed.
She was wearing a new negligee. It was white and the robe was long, extending to her ankles where she was wearing a pair of white high heels. Under the robe was a very tiny g-string that did little more than cover the slit of her pussy. The bra that was with it was white but was nothing more than support. It held up her tits but covered nothing. Her nipples were clearly visible through the very sheer fabric of the robe.
She walked closer in this one and stood next to me. I reached out a hand and held one of her ass cheeks in my hand. My cock began to get hard feeling her sexy ass through the smooth silky fabric.
"What are you planning on doing with this sexy little number?" I asked.
"Wellllll. You know that kitchen faucet that has been dripping that I have been begging you to fix?"
"Yes."
"I called a plumber to come fix it. He should be here any second. If the doorbell rings you might want to hide." She coyly replied.
"WHAT?" I asked nearly yelling.
"I thought you would be excited." She replied.
The doorbell rang just then.
"You better hide while I get the door." She said.
"You're answering the door in that?" I asked.
"Isn't that what you like?" She asked as she headed to the door.
"Hide!" She said again.
I got up and followed her into the house. There was a coat closet with rungs on it that I could see through. It also gave me a clear view of the front door all the way to the kitchen. It had been my planned hiding place when I had planned on this little event. I had not planned on Sara instigating it.
I got in the closet and pulled it to, as Sara went to the door.
The doorbell rang again before she opened it.
She pulled the door open and there stood a young good-looking guy whose eyes nearly popped from his head when he saw Sara.
"Oh my gawd! I'm so sorry. I thought you were my friend Elena. I just got out of bed and ran to the door." Sara acted shocked.
"Did you call for a plumber?" the young plumber asked eyeballing my wife's tits.
"I forgot all about you coming. I'm so sorry but, yes my faucet in the kitchen is dripping and driving me nuts." She said.
"I can come back at another time if this is an inconvenient time for you." He said.
"Oh no, please come in. I really want it fixed." Sara responded stepping back so he could walk in.
