If there is one thing that most men hate doing, it's shopping with their wives. I know for me, trying to get Mike to go shopping for anything is like pulling teeth, especially if I'm shopping for clothes. Mike on the other hand will see something he likes or wants, and go buy it without trying to compare pricing at any other store. Personally, it drives me crazy, but shopping with me drives him crazy too. And it's one of the reasons that I learned a long time ago to lure him shopping with the promise of doing something "naughty" while we're out. He never knows when something is going to happen, or even what I'll do. But that's enough at least to keep him interested and with me as I drag him along from store to store.
We'd already been shopping for well over an hour, and I could tell that Mike was starting to get a little irritable. It was time for some "naughty" fun; at least enough to keep him entertained. We happened to pass by one of the few stores I actually enjoyed shopping at, and noticed a particular slinky dress in the window. Pulling Mike inside with me, I quickly found the particular dress I was looking for.
"Go find me a really sexy bra to go with this." I told him.
If Mike knew one thing for certain, it was my bra size, so it was just a matter of him finding something he liked. I headed for the row of dressing rooms that stood along one wall and motioned to him.
"I'll be in here." I stated suggestively. "Just bring it in with you when you come back."
Mike hurried off, and I was just pushing against the door of the dressing room when I noticed I'd grabbed the wrong size. I quickly spun around and headed back for the rack, found the correct size, and started back towards the rooms. At that very moment, another woman slipped into that particular dressing room that I had been headed towards, so I was forced to take the one adjacent to hers.
When I'd first glimpsed the other woman heading into the room I'd intended to go into myself, I thought initially that I knew her somehow. It suddenly dawned on me, that she looked an awful lot like me! We had the same hairstyle, as well as coloring. But it wasn't just that. We were easily the same height, same figure, but most importantly, we looked a lot alike!
I've often heard that everyone has a "doppelganger" or look-a-like someplace in the world. But until today, I'd never seen anyone that I thought even remotely resembled me, until now. I mean it's not like we were twins or anything, but she could have easily passed for my sister.
Stepping into the room next to hers, I quickly stripped out of my clothing and tried on the new dress. Mike hadn't returned with a bra yet, but I decided to see how the dress looked without one. I had intended to keep an ear out for his return, knowing that he'd not seen me have to take a different room. In the meantime, Mike had in fact returned, and as I'd told him to do, opened the dressing room stepping inside with my near sister.
"Here ya go honey. Try this on for me. I'll bet it will make those tits of yours really stand out in that dress."
Hearing Mike's voice, I suddenly realized he was in the room next to me. I was actually waiting for the scream, or some kind of commotion anyway when I heard the other woman's voice speaking quite calmly, if not sensually in stead.
"Why thank you honey, but actually as you can see, this dress doesn't really call for a brazier to be worn with it!"
"Oh...I am so sorry...I thought you were..." Mike's voice trailed off momentarily then.
"You know, you really do look an awful lot like my wife!"
At this point I was wearing only a pair of panties. Grabbing the dress I was about to put on, I held it in front of me and stepped out of the dressing room I was in. It was time to "rescue" my confused husband. There weren't really a lot of people in the store, and I didn't have a problem with anyone seeing me partially dressed anyway. But at the moment, it was more important to reach Mike. And besides, I was curious to meet my doppelganger too.
"Mike?" I said, now stepping into the suddenly over crowded dressing room. "I was next door..." Now my own comment sort of disappeared as I looked into the same exact eyes of my near sister standing before me. And likewise, she had the same surprised expression on her face as well.
"I'm so sorry..." I finally began again. "This must seem so strange to you..." And then as quickly as I could manage, quickly explained why Mike had accidentally barged into her dressing room instead.
At that moment, she began laughing. Not because of the situation being what it was, though in a way it was funny. But because I was standing half in and half out of the room holding the dress up against myself which was barely concealing my exposed breasts. Likewise, she stood with her own hands crossed over the front of her fully exposed breasts. Obviously when Mike had walked in on her, she'd just finished slipping out of the dress she'd been trying on.
"Hi." She said suddenly. "My name's Cindy." At that moment, she actually dropped both of her hands, allowing her breasts to be completely revealed and offered her hand for me to shake it, and then did likewise towards Mike.
"I guess under the circumstances, it's a no harm no foul sort of situation isn't it?" She said still snickering.
"It's nice to meet you Cindy. My name's Debra, and the man standing here ogling your breasts is my husband Mike."
Mike was still shaking her hand, and only then let go when it had become obvious that both Cindy and I realized he was in fact staring at her breasts, and not at her face as he was introduced to her.
"Well, Well...what have we here?" Another man's voice suddenly said from behind us. And that forced me to step even further into the room as I turned around to stand beside Mike, and find out what the hell was happening now.
"And this... is my husband Kevin." Cindy stated, once again making new introductions, still standing there topless, and still as nonchalant about her semi nudity as if we'd all been life long friends. Figuring that turn about was fair play, I then allowed the dress I'd been holding up in front of me to fall down across my arm and reached out with my hand to take and shake Kevin's.
As Mike had done, It was now Kevin's turn to stare at my bare breasts, which he did. And once again I heard Cindy softly laughing behind me.
"Men...can't live with em, can't live without em." She said.
I joined her in my own laugh as well then as Mike and Kevin finally shook hands in greeting.
"Listen, rather that stand here inside the dressing room and try to explain why we're all standing here like this anyway, I was thinking that since Mike and I were going to grab a bite to eat after we were finished here, that maybe you two should join us!"
"That sounds like a wonderful idea!" Cindy enthusiastically responded. "We were thinking the same thing ourselves!"
"Good!" I said turning to her, and then shooing both of the "boys" out of the dressing room. "As soon as we're finished here, we'll go eat!"
As Cindy finished pulling up the half-worn dress she'd been wearing, I then slipped into mine as well. It also gave us the moment to chat, and allowed me to quickly explain to her in a little clearer detail what really had been going on when Mike mistakenly entered her dressing room.
"Oh...I do that to Kevin myself." Cindy added after I had told her of my intentions of teasing Mike with a little bit of a flash in the dressing room for him. "They really do hate shopping don't they?" She stated then as though reading my mind. And again I had to laugh at that.
When I had first walked into the dressing room, Cindy was standing only in a near floor length light green cotton skirt that buttoned all the way up in front. She'd been about to put on a nice contrasting blouse (no bra) to go along with it when Mike had suddenly barged in.
"As a matter of fact, I was just seconds from stepping out of the room here and finding Kev who was wandering around looking at all the sexy underwear so I could give him a nice little surprise flash of my own."
Surprisingly, Cindy then showed me what she meant as she opened her skirt and revealed that she had nothing on except a sexy pair of black lace stockings, garters, and an extremely seductive looking pussy peeking out from beneath the skirt.
"Oh yes "Sin"-dy, I said, emphasizing the "Sinful" sexiness of her idea in the way I pronounced her name. "I was thinking very similar thoughts, waiting for Mike to come into the room so I could give him a nice erotic little tease myself."
Cindy now laughed once again. "I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were my sister. But even she and I don't ever talk about things like this...and I'm rather enjoying it."
"All the more reason we all go to lunch and get better acquainted then." I said. "And maybe, we'll still manage to find a way to give the boys a reward for being so patient with us. Now...as I see we're about the same size, let me try that skirt on kiddo...and you try on this one. I think you'd look slutty in black...just like I do. It'll look good on ya."
For several more minutes, "Sindy"...as I now called her...and I, stood trying on clothes and chatting about various things we enjoyed doing. Number one on the list being sex of course, and how we might find a way to tease them both over lunch. Talking to Cindy the way we were after just having met might have seemed strange to some people, but to us, it was as though we'd been friends, if not near sisters all our lives.
We discussed where we'd like to go eat, and I remembered a little Italian sidewalk café' nearby. Though it was still early afternoon, I felt like having a glass of "vino" and a nice light salad and some pasta. My new friend "Sindy" whole- heartedly agreed with me, and so it was we emerged, made our purchases, and walked out of the store in our sexy new clothing walking arm in arm together.
Mike and Kevin seemed to hit it off fairly well too, and I was happy to see that as already the "naughty" side of me was suddenly beginning to think of all kinds of possibilities. And though Cindy and I seemed to be getting along fairly well, It was one thing to do a little teasing with our husbands, and something else entirely to so pointedly suggest, or even imagine doing anything else.
