After a honeymoon that would make Lady Chatterley blush, we resumed our more or less normal lives. Steve suggested that, now that we were married and I no longer needed the money, I could quit dancing all together. But I liked it. The girls, the dancing, the hungry eyes of the patrons; it was fun. And even if I wasn't making a ton of money, it paid pretty well.
It had become harder though. Steve worked late most nights, and the weekends were the only time we had together for more than an hour or two. So, reluctantly, I only danced a couple nights a week. Paula and I both missed being on stage together, but we were still besties and spent time together offstage.
I knew the day was coming when Steve would have his boss, Larry over at his place in the Hamptons. Compared to Larry's place, it was a garage, but I loved it. Great views, a nice little pool and hot tub, and a mostly private back patio where I could sunbathe in the nude, weather permitting. We were approaching winter on Long Island, so the bikini was relegated to hot tub duty only.
My love came home one night, said Larry would be joining us for dinner that Friday, and that I should clear my schedule. I felt guilty that I still hadn't told him what Larry did to me in his hot tub at that pool party we attended. I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't done my wriggling about on his lap, Larry's erect cock would have found a way inside me. Steve arrived just in time to stop it before he shifted me over that last inch to penetrate me.
Steve sent me shopping for a new dress to wear when Larry visited us and told me to make it sexy as hell. Oh boy. Well, sexy I can do, but Steve likes insanely sexy. His choice of bikinis for me confirmed that. But I confess, I love when Steve plays dress up with me. I like to tease him that he plays with his Barbie Doll more than most girls play with theirs, but he agrees... proudly!
We spent most weeknights in his Manhattan apartment because it was a short commute for him. So, when I rolled out of bed that Wednesday morning, I found that he'd gone to work but left me a little love note on the dining table, along with the one-hundred dollar gift card Roger gave me at the adult fashion store.
Take a cab and save the receipt. Let Roger help you find something. Have fun! Love you!
Let Roger help me? The one who felt me up and practically finger fucked me right there in the store with Steve helping? Oh, Steve honey. You are so damned naughty. Well, I did love most everything in that store. Really hot outfits and accessories. I suppose letting Roger grope me a little would be alright. Oh, who was I kidding. It would be hot! He was rather cute, and Steve told me to have fun. I was blushing already.
I got a cab and as the place was just outside the city, it wasn't terribly expensive. I saved the receipt as requested (Steve actually expensed it) and found the store mostly empty. Roger saw me from behind the register, and his face lit up. Two other customers were over in the lingerie section oo'ing and ah'ing over their sexy selection.
I made my way to the micro dress section and started going through the racks to find something cute. Well, cute like a hooker based on my choices. I was pretty sure Steve would approve.
I had picked out five in my size, or close to it, when Roger finally finished with the other couple, and joined me.
"Hello again, miss." He grinned, obviously recognizing me.
"Misses." I said and wiggled my wedding band on my finger.
"Really! Congratulations." He said, though I could see his smile falter a bit. Oh, damn it. Before I walked into the place, I was determined to just find something sexy, maybe flirt a little, even allow a little groping, and just leave. I wasn't going to tease Roger or let him try anything with me. Just bag it and drag it, as Steve says. Now that I saw his hesitance, I wanted him to hit on me.
What the hell, Barbie?!
"I see you've got a few to try on." He smiled. "You know where the dressing rooms are." He nodded in that direction.
"Would you come with me?" I asked, and I felt the color fill my cheeks. "I umm... might need some help with zippers and things."
His grin widened, and I could tell he was hopeful again.
Oh, Barbie! Don't do anything stupid!
I went into the dressing room with my selection and looked over the first one. I had chosen styles that would leave most of me exposed. I knew that's what Steve would want. But based on what I was seeing, I would be without a bra for every one of them. I took it off and tucked it into my bag.
The first was a stretchy red number with a built in bustier that lifted my breasts and created a nice bit of cleavage. I fit like a glove... in that it took a lot of wriggling and tugging to make it cover where it was supposed to.
I stepped out of the dressing room to find Roger waiting. The way his jaw hung open reminded me of the first time I shopped here with Steve. He had the same stunned expression when I came out in bikinis. He came over and seemed much more at ease and comfortable with me this time. His hands turned me around slowly and took advantage of the tight dress to let his fingers graze over my breast and ass as he checked me out from every angle.
"That looks great." He gawked. "Very sexy."
"Thanks." I cooed, "but how's the dress?"
We shared a laugh, and he nodded. "The dress ain't bad either."
I posed for the mirror a bit, taking note of what I liked and what I didn't, then went back into the dressing room for the next. More wiggling and tugging and I came out in a little pink dress that hugged my hips and ass tightly, had crisscross straps around my otherwise bare back, and a looser top. I let Roger have a look, but I already knew this wasn't the one. It was hot, but I didn't much like the color or the top which covered too much.
The third was a blue and white one, supper snug and stretchy, but with a zipper up the back. I slid into it, pulled the zip up enough to keep it from falling off, then stepped out again. Roger looked curiously at the poorly fitting dress, until I turned to show my bare back. The snug sides had unseemly bumps with my panties, so I had put them in my bag with my bra. The zipper was so low, you could see the top of the cleft of my rear.
"Would you help me with the zipper?" I said and moved my hair out of the way.
I felt his hand fumble with the zip a moment, then he grabbed the bottom hem of the skirt in the back and tugged to make the rest lay flat. His hand was right up against my bare ass, and I shivered from the unexpected contact. He pressed the back of his hand more firmly against me and ever so slowly started to zip me up.
I could help it. Teasing sort of comes naturally to me. Especially when who I'm teasing is so darned cute! Even before I realized I was doing it, I had leaned forward a bit and arched back, lifting my ass under his hand. He took that for encouragement, which I guess it was in a way, and switched hands... now cupping his fingers under my rear as he held the dress and resumed zipping me. His middle finger felt like it was lass than an inch from my hairless pussy.
Shit, Barbie! Stop being so fucking obvious!
The zip reached the top, and I looked back at him over my shoulder. "Thanks." I sighed and turned away from his hands slowly. Once again, I checked out my reflection, tugging and wiggling to make it lay properly over my curves.
The next was a cute little thing in yellow knit that was snug around the hips and waist but had a short fairing skirt and a plunging neckline, and all of it had the lace mesh that showed off a bit of what was underneath. I was definitely getting that one, but I wanted to try the others.
The last one was another of those that required assistance, and just looking at it in the dressing room made me horny. Tight fitting, stretchy, and semi-transparent! In the right lighting, I could just make out the darker rings of areola around my nipples, and that wasn't the best part. The top was a tease in and of itself. Low cut, shelf style top with adjustable straps that could open more or less of the front, like two cutouts for my generous breasts.
Again, I stepped out to find Roger waiting, his eyes drinking in the sight of me in the dress that wasn't quite covering everything. "Zip me again?" I asked in my shy voice.
He came over and was much bolder this time. Standing behind me, his hands smoothed over my back in pretense of aligning the shoulder straps, then slid around to the front where he slipped his hands under the shelf top and lifted my tits to settle them in the cups. He slid his palms along my sides, down to my hips, and tugged the bottom of the skirt down to cover my ass. Then, as before, he started to very slowly zip me up, one hand on the zipper, the other cupping my ass and holding the hem with his thumb. He was getting more forceful every time the zip supposedly got stuck, tugging harder on the hem which made his hand slide closer to my pussy.
When that was done, he moved up close behind me again, and reached around to my breasts, carefully tightening the adjustable straps that lifted my tits and pulled the sides over.
"Too tight." I cooed, my voice just a hush. "I umm... want to show a little more cleavage."
"Hmm... good idea." Roger agreed eagerly, and his hands went to work again. He came around in front of me, took hold of the scooping neckline with the back of his hand down my top and brushing firmly against my breast. I was so turned on, my nipples felt stiff as bullets. He tugged and rubbed and teased until the top just barely covered my hard tip. Then he switched hands and did the same to the other side.
"There." He grinned down at me. "Showing enough?"
I nodded, feeling like my voice had gone.
"And this?" he reached around and cupped his hand under my ass again. In this position it was like we were holding one another. "Not too short?" His hand gripped one firm cheek and gave a nice squeeze.
"It is a little short." I admitted. "But it stretches. Can you... tug it down a little more?"
We spent about five minutes with him 'adjusting' my dress as he played with me. His fingers found their way to my bald sex to give me a little rub, and he tugged the top down too far, letting my breasts pop out a few times. We kept up the game until the bell at the door rang, and he had to stop.
"I'll umm... get dressed." I giggled. "I mean, in my other clothes."
He playfully gave my ass a little pat on my way and went to greet the new customers.
I chose the little yellow knit dress and the black one we were playing with. Either would make Steve happy, though I was pretty sure they'd been too revealing to wear for dinner with Larry. So, before I left the dressing rooms, I tried on a short cocktail dress that looked a bit less risqué, and matching shoes.
By the time Roger met me at the resister, the other customers were busy shopping and all the way on the other side of the store with the accessories.
"These three, and the shoes." I told him, and he rang them up. "Will you need any adjusting?" he asked hopefully. "I could give you a fitting and have them tailored."
"Mmm, tempting." I purred. "Maybe next time."
He finished bagging everything, then dropped another one-hundred-dollar gift card in and flashed me a smile. "I hope you come back... very soon."
"Oh, I'll be back." I nodded. "Your lingerie section looks amazing. Maybe you can help me pick out something for my husband to enjoy."
