Julie bustled around the kitchen, letting the sun, shining in the windows, tease across her bare skin, each time she walked past the window or sliding glass door. Allen hadn't returned, and she wasn't surprised. The man had always been a bit of a hypocrite, but she didn't realize he was as much of one as he was displaying now. It was fine for him to fuck that little slut and ignore her, but if she got her needs met by someone else, it was the end of the world. Julie was a smart woman; she knew how to put the pieces together. She still loved him. Not a little, but a lot. She wanted Allen back and she was willing to go farther to make sure he was still hers, a LOT farther.
She'd been thinking over just how to deal with the situation, and she had a lot of trepidation about her plan. It wasn't going to be easy for her, and it could well backfire, but if it worked, he would be back with her and only her. She'd showered squeaky clean and made sure that everything was completely shaved. She knew damn well that these older men loved that young look, the younger the better. Having shaved, she spent almost an hour doing her hair and makeup. She wanted to look perfect. She's spent almost two hours looking through images of the sluttiest outfits on the internet. She now knew the look she wanted, and needed to make a stop at the adult store.
Her appointment with Daren Gold the vice president of operations, and Allen's boss, two layers up, was at eleven thirty. She'd scheduled it especially close to noon, just to make sure. Her clothes, at least, as much as she was planning on wearing, were laying on the bed. She had almost a half hour yet before she had to leave. She walked to the door and stepped out into the sun. The lounge chair from the other day was still in the sun, the lotion bottle in the grass under it, the bikini she stripped off, still laying in the grass. She walked to the chair, adjusted the towel so that hot fabric wouldn't be uncomfortable, and settled on it.
She let the breeze stroke her skin, as well as her fingers, teasing her body. She was going to need to be turned on to do what she was planning. She was going to step way beyond any line she had ever drawn before. What she did in the locker room, was a spur of the moment thing. This time it'd be intentional, premeditated. She wondered if she would be able to look at herself in the mirror tomorrow morning. She hoped he was worth it, the price she was willing to pay to win him back.
She stroked her skin and her pussy lips, just teasing herself with the lightest of touches. She imagined it was Allen touching her, stroking her, like he used to do, like he had done, when he was wooing her to be his forever. She hadn't expected forever to be so short. Her fingers dipped between her lips, stroking her wetness up and over her hard clit. She opened her mouth and gasped, as the sudden tingle raced through her body. She wanted to keep touching herself, to bring herself to climax, but she needed to not do that. She needed to be ready for later, wanting, needing to climax. She pulled her fingers from herself and climbed from the chair.
It was only twenty minutes later, when she walked into the adult boutique. It was a polite name for a sex store. Movies, sex toys of all kinds, kinky play things, vibrators, even bondage straps and cuffs. But what she was interested in was the racks of slutty sexy clothes. Things that wouldn't and couldn't be worn in public; yet, she suspected, today they would be.
She walked up and down the racks, looking for specific types of clothes, not nightgowns or negligees or teddys or baby dolls. No, she wanted something much sluttier than that. She found the first on the end of the third rack. A bare midriff shirt made of mesh. Not a fine mesh, but a wide, large holed mesh nearly as open as a fishing net. It was a red mesh, with soft satin edging all around the openings. She unzipped her sleeveless dress and let it slip off. She hung it on the rack, leaving her nude, except for her bright red high heels. She pulled the mesh shirt on, turning and looking at how it allowed her hardening nipples to poke through the nearly inch wide, string mesh.
"Now for the bottoms," she said, as she started moving again. She knew the clerk was watching. He was a mousy looking, overweight, middle aged guy, that probably hadn't seen any sex in years. He moved to make sure he could still see her nearly nude body. She walked the racks again until she saw it...it was perfect! She pulled the hanger off the rack. To call them a pair of denim shorts was doing a disservice to denim shorts. True, they were denim, or, at least denim looking. There was the hip hugger waist band with belt loops and a snap. Down the front was the obligatory brass zipper.
Other than the crotch seam that would extend up between her cheeks, there was little else to them. It was, for all practical purposes, a denim thong, with a single snap holding the crotch together. She unzipped and unsnapped them to take it off the hanger. In a few moments she had stepped into them and pulled it up. She smiled as she looked at herself.
There was a mirror on the far wall. She strode towards it, each step making her hips sway and her massive tits sway and bounce. She watched herself in the mirror, as she walked, the effect exactly what she expected. She could see the sales clerk staring, following behind. She bent over, pushing her ass out at him. She wiggled it invitingly and then straightened. She turned to face him and then walked slowly toward him, making her body sway exaggeratedly, each step making her boobs bounce and wiggle. She walked to where he stood, his jaw hanging open.
"I was going to ask how I looked, but I can see it's exactly the look I was going for." She said, as she stood in front of him. With a grin she reached down and undid the front of the shorts and let them slide down. She stepped carefully out of them and then lifted her hands to the hem of the fishnet shirt, which was barely long enough to cover below her huge breasts. She lifted it up and off. She turned to face away from him, bent over to pick up the shorts and, as she did, pushed her ass toward him, rubbing her bare pussy against his crotch and the bulge that was pushing out.
She straightened and turned to face him; his eyes glued to the triple D tits that had attracted Allen. She held out the shirt and shorts. "I'll take these." She stood, holding them out until he took the from her. She let her hands fall, while one stroked across his bulging pants, as she stepped by to get her dress. He stared as she slipped the dress back on and zipped it up. Finally, he walked to the counter to check her out.
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She walked in wearing the dress and shoes, and carrying the oversized purse that had her running shoes and the items she'd bought that morning. She smiled brightly to the young secretary sitting in the anteroom of Mr. Gold's office. She was sure that the secretary had been selected for her youth and looks, not her ability to secretary. "Mrs. Carter to see Mr. Gold," Julie said, noting that she was exactly one minute early, according to the clock on the wall over the office door.
"Mrs. Carter. Good morning. Mr. Gold will see you in a moment, if you'd like to take a seat?"
Julie stood until the clock ticked one more minute. With the smile still on her face she turned and started to the door leading to his office. "Mr. Gold will see me now." She opened the door and let it swing inward. Mr. Gold was sitting behind a huge oak desk, papers spread around the surface, a computer monitor and keyboard on one corner. He looked up in surprise, then smiled slightly. He leaned back in the chair.
"Mrs. Carter. Please come in."
Julie stepped into the office and eased the door closed behind her, slowly backing up, to push it closed with her butt. She stepped toward his desk, nearly twenty feet from the door. He watched as she walked toward him, swaying her hips and making her breasts bounce in the tight dress. "I wanted to talk to you about my husband's career."
"You did? That's fairly unusual, isn't it? A wife discussing her husband's career with his boss?"
"In any other company, that would probably be the case. However, this particular company seems to have a very different way of operating."
"Oh? How so?"
"Some months ago, my husband fucked me in the sauna, in front of you, and his boss, and you came in my mouth. I was disgusted that he had allowed it to happen. Several weeks later; I came to realize that it was payment, for the raise he had received."
"Really? Now, that would be highly unethical... as well as illegal." He said, with a crooked grin. "But if your husband would happen to be enjoying your company and happened to invite me to join, well...there isn't anything particularly illegal about that."
"You're right, there isn't. Just like there isn't anything at all illegal about me coming here, and doing this." She said softly, as she stood in front of his desk. She very slowly, unzipped the dress, pulling the zipper down a few inches at a time, the dress separating, to let him see more and more bare skin. It was quickly evident that her big tits weren't contained by a bra of any type, and as she pulled the zipper further, his eyes widened to see her bare mound and pussy come into view. With the front of the dress completely separated, a strip of bare skin, from her neck to her crotch, visible to him. She pulled the top of the dress apart. Her huge tits slipped into view, as she spread the material all the way to her shoulders. She lowered her arms and let the dress slip off her shoulders, to the floor.
