This story is part six of the ongoing story of married couple Amy and Jack, but I hope it can also be enjoyed on its own. This story and the other stories in this series may not be to everyone's taste and you don't need to have read those stories to follow this one.
Our tenth anniversary was coming up next month and my wife and I were going all out. We'd planned four days and five nights at the Mandarin Oriental Mayfair. The days would be spent wandering the streets, alleys and gardens of one of our favorite cities and having as much hotel sex as possible. On the day of our actual anniversary, I'd made reservations at the elegant MAINE Mayfair. It billed itself "a New England extravagance and a touch of subterranean decadence". It was the type of place that would have been at home in the golden age of Hollywood. Art deco stylings, crystal chandeliers, dark wood, rich leather, of course fine food, and a live band in dinner jackets that played for a cabaret burlesque dancer.
The MAINE had been the highlight of our last trip to London so, we're really looking forward to going again. But I also wanted to give Amy a special present to mark such an auspicious occasion. To celebrate ten years of nuptials, I picked out a beautiful silver and diamond necklace, from the expensive jewelry store in the village.I couldn't wait to see it set off my wife's lovely neckline. That was for her, the next stop would be more of a present for me.
A high-end lingerie store just a few shops down would hopefully have just what I was looking for. I loved it when my wife wore lingerie, but I'd never been able to bring myself to actually go into a store and pick it out. When I walked in, a good-looking woman, I guess in her early fifties, walked up and introduced herself. "Good afternoon. Welcome to Elle's. I'm Penelope.Pen for short. Is there anything I can help you find".
I said hello to Pen and introduced myself. I let her know I was looking for something special for my wife as an anniversary present. Pennelope smiled. "Oh, happy anniversary!" she said beaming. "Looks like you've already taken care of her gift though" she said, as she nodded at the red bag with gold lettering, in my left hand. "So let's not worry about her. Let's find something you'll like. Don't be shy" she waved her hand and said, "Follow me, I know right where to start."
Even though a little older, Pennelope was still a knockout; deep brown eyes about 5'10", with long jet-black hair. Stylish in her dark blue tuxedo jacket that she'd chosen to wear without a shirt. A deep plunging neckline showed a large amount of side bood and a hint of black lace. As she turned leading me toward a far counter, I was able to get a good look at her from behind. Her black slacks were skintight and the tall cheetah print high heels she wore made her ass look incredible. The woman was a cougar and dressed the part.
Although honestly this was kind of what I was afraid of. I was a little embarrassed to even be here in the first place, so I hadn't actually wanted "help". Being in a lingerie store as a dude felt dirty, like looking at the old Sears catalog when I was a kid. There wasn't anything wrong with it, really, but I still didn't want to get caught doing it. Penelope must have sensed my hesitation, and she reached back and lightly grabbed my hand pulling me onward. "Men like you are all alike, dear. Rough and rugged on the outside but around ladies' underwear you get all flustered. Nothing to be ashamed of, big guy, I'll take good care of you." Something about the way she said that turned me on a little.
At the display counter Penelope began asking me all kinds of questions as she pulled items from the drawers and placed them on the glass. She asked; How big were Amy's tits? Her words. Did I want something lacey or solid? Did I like cheeky or thong panties? What was my favorite color? As she continued placing items out for my inspection her hands brushed over mine and her voice took on a more playful tone. I was growing more comfortable in answering and even found myself flirting with the older fox.
Did I want them to untie? Did I like corsets? Was this for staying in or did I want something for Amy to wear out? Did I want something crotchless? Penelope was smiling at me as my face grew red. "You're adorable," she said, touching my arm. Next, she asked me, was I looking for a set, panties and a bra or was I looking for a bustier?
"What's a Bustier?"
Without a moment's hesitation Penelope unbuttoned her jacket, pulled the material away from her body. She placed her hands on her waist and cocked her hips to one side. The black lace and more of the soft white flesh I glimpsed earlier was revealed. She said, "You know like this." I could feel my pants tightening. Penelope was obviously enjoying the effect she was having on me. The black garment had full solid cups that only half-covered her large breasts and there were see through panels up the sides. It was short enough that a portion of her tanned flat tummy was visible just above her slacks.
"I like those very much" I said as I regarded her tits more than the lingerie. "But I don't think it's something my wife would like, not this time anyway."
Penelope continued talking like nothing had happened, not bothering to refasten her jacket. "Well, you know where to find them if you ever change your mind dear," she offered, smiling. "Did you see anything that you'd like to take home with you today?" Without the tight jacket containing them her tits noticeably bounced more as she moved about. This was an evil woman, but such sweet torture.
I told Pen "Oh I've seen two things I like very much. and I'd love to see more of them." It was Penelope's turn to blush a little.
I'd come in with a general idea of what I was after, and she had indeed been very helpful. More than helpful. I chose a pair of burgundy lace panties, matching bra and garter belt along with a pair of nude stockings. Pen told me I'd made an excellent choice, she also suggested another piece she'd caught me admiring. A set of red thong panties, lace with a sheer crotch. Amy rarely wore thongs, she didn't like the way they felt but perhaps for our Anniversary I could convince her.
"Well she doesn't have to wear them for long dear," Penlope said with a grin.
Penelope went to the back and wrapped my purchases. Once I'd paid, she walked me to the door. She hugged me tightly and gave me a peck on the cheek. "You'll have to come back if you change your mind about the other two things" she said with a sly smile. "Oh, and do let me know if she likes the panties," she added. My dick grew hard, and I did my best to hide it but I'm certain she felt something. My imagination was running wild, but I was sure the minx was trying to get a rise out of me, probably using all the tools she had at her disposal to make a sale. Still, I hoped that at least some part of her liked that she'd turned me on.
"Oh I'll be back now that I know what's here." I said before I left.
A few weeks later we were off to the UK. We'd saved enough points and miles to score roundtrip business class tickets on a daytime AA flight to Heathrow. Soon we were airborne enjoying our first glass of celebratory champagne at thirty-five thousand feet. When we touched down, we went through customs and made our way to baggage claims. Then on to the taxi stand outside terminal five. While the train was cheaper, a car would be faster, and we were in a hurry to begin our trip and to spend some alone time together.
We climbed into the back of the black cab, and soon we were on the M4 headed toward Mayfair. Amy clutched my arm and snuggled close on the 45-minute ride into the city. At last, we pulled up to the hotel. The doorman opened the cab door as the porter took our bags to the front desk. Amy went to sit in the lobby while I checked us in.
The desk clerk told me the hotel had upgraded us to a Hanover suite and I thanked him for making me look good. He went on to explain the hotel's many amenities, the spa, the dining and the rooftop bar. Handing me the concierge's business card he asked me to let them know if there was anything else I needed to make my stay more enjoyable before summoning a bellhop to take our luggage and show us to the room.
Looking around for Amy I saw her standing in the lobby laughing and talking to a gentleman with blond hair in a light blue suit. She noticed me near the elevator and smiled and waved goodbye to her new friend. The blonde guy was checking her out as she advanced toward the lifts. Not even attempting to hide his lecherous stare. Amy considered what she had on just her "gruby" traveling clothes. I think she knew what she had on was actually, kryptonite; extremely tight grey yoga pants, the kind with piping, piping that framed her lush round ass. The kind you could only wear with a thong or else a panty line would show and as I said Amy rarely wore thongs. Her white crop top hoodie had a high midriff playing peekaboo with the jewel pierced navel in the middle of her tiny flat tummy. Even her orange sneakers made her cuter with a slight heel that accentuated the length of her legs and the curve of her ass. There were three other parties waiting at the elevators, so I doubt the blonde man realized her husband was watching as he leered at her.
Turning to walk away he caught up with another shorter man as they exited the lobby. Through the glass I could see him laughing and making a curved gesture with his hand to his companion. He must have been demonstrating the shape of my wife's lovely ass to his mate. The porter showed us up to our room and I noticed his eyes were also glued to Amy's rear end as she walked in front of him. I thanked the porter for his help and tipped him for staring at my wife's butt, because he'd done little else.
Before the door was even fully closed, I smacked Amy on the behind, scooped her into my arms as she squealed. What can I say? It turned me on, that other men checked out my wife. She was hot but she was all mine. Throwing her down on the bed I ripped off her clothes leaving her in only her orange sneakers and socks. Looking down at her tight naked body writhing on the comforter I told her I'd been dreaming about fucking her the entire flight and I couldn't wait any longer. My hands ran over her skin mauling one breast as I sucked on the other.
As I ravaged her body, I told her about how the guy she was flirting with was checking her out as she walked away. Fingering her pussy I told her how much he must have really liked her ass in those pants. Meekly protesting, she insisted "I wasn't flirting".
"Don't you think he's hot?"I asked while rubbing her clit.
