"Honey can you come in and let me know how you think this looks on me?"
My wife's request shook me out of my half sleep state. I realized that I was resting in a plush chair outside the fitting room of her favourite lingerie shop, which happened to be managed by a friend of hers.
"Don't they have rules against that?"
"You must have been dozing while I locked the doors. You two are the last people here." It was Eva, my wife's friend, her voice coming from the fitting room. "So you're welcome to come back here. Paige would come out and show you, but I haven't lowered the blinds yet, and we don't want her arrested for public indecency."
A gale of girlish giggles came out of the dressing room at that remark. Only then did I recall that Eva had opened a bottle of white wine while she and Paige had browsed the new arrivals which Eva had taken from the stock room and laying them out on a table at the back of the store. I had one glass, but the gals had taken the bottle along with Paige's selections into the fitting room. Since none of us had eaten all day, the alcohol hit me hard, so it must have affected the two women as well - Paige was tall and slender, with nice high firm boobs she always thought were a bit tiny but which I considered perfect. Her waist was slim, and her hips boyish. Her butt was in my mind her sole flaw - a bit TOO boyish, or nonexistent. Eva made up for Paige in the booty department, sporting a bubble butt with a delectable curve and shelf-like upper definition. This supported well-rounded hips. Eva further contrasted with Paige by being short, with a chest that suited displaying the support afforded by her high ended brassieres. The height differential meant they both likely weighed about the same, just packaged differently. A couple of glasses of wine on an empty stomach always made Paige frisky, so I imagined Eva was similarly loosened up.
I put aside the decorating magazine Eva had supplied in the waiting area, and stepped through the curtain, feeling just a little like Dorothy waking up in Oz - ladies change rooms seemed the ultimate private sanctum, and of course my fascination with busting taboos had always made me crave entry. Now I was there.
Paige was standing in a booth, the door open, Eva standing in the walkway, arms loaded with lingerie. My wife's back was turned toward me and she was bent slightly at the waist, just tugging into place a gauzy lime green thong. I was treated to the sight of the almost impossibly thin lace string disappearing between her buttocks.
Eva noticed where I was staring.
"Do you like the style, the colour or the fabric? I have different versions featuring whatever you like. Every woman should have lots of sexy panties, particularly when she has a generous giving guy like you around."
"Oh sweetie, I bet what he wants to give me involves removing panties, not buying them."
Both women laughed lustily. My eyes shifted to note that Eva wore a low cut blouse, the upper edge squared off to better display her immense cleavage.
Paige turned, chuckled at my distracted gaze. Once she had my attention again, one hand settled on her out-thrust hip like a fashion model.
"Tell me, does this bra fit right? Eva and I can't agree."
"And we aren't telling you who thinks what," Eva explained, "So you don't answer one way just because you hope to make sexy times with Paige later."
Paige chuckled.
"Maybe he'd rather make sexy times with you, sweetie," she teased Eva.
"Oh, with me it would be fucking, not just sexy times, darling," Eva retorted. I noted that she thrust her ample bosoms upward just a touch as she spoke. Clearly, she was wearing one of her special uplift numbers, because the display of flesh was amazing. Paige sported her typical all over perma-tan, so Eva's almost porcelain skin, coloured by the pink of a bit of a blush, was a special treat. Ever since puberty, the knowledge that I was seeing beyond tan lines had excited me. The sight of Eva was no exception.
"Oh, look, he likes that idea," Paige laughed, "He's sprouting wood already."
"Maybe he'd rather watch us have sexy times with each other," Eva escalated the conversation, even while my poor brain, blood starved because every ounce was diving to fill my shaft, tried to figure out the significance of Paige saying "already". Just what did she have in mind?
"I'm sure that's what every guy imagines happens in your fitting rooms, sweetie. Too bad you're so totally hetero." Paige replied. My head was still spinning. I had not even looked at the bra she wanted my opinion on.
"Just hetro enough to bet he'd prefer sexy times with both of us - that's what I think is really every man's fantasy..." she swivelled to look me in the eye, except my eyes were locked on her tits. Was I just imagining that her hard nipples were poking almost through the fabric of her bra and top? "... isn't that right?"
"I refuse to answer on the grounds that..."
"It might incriminate you?" Eva suggested, and whooped, laughing so lustily that she rubbed her curvy belly with one hand. In my brain, I pictured those fingers curling down to her mound, as her other hand caressed her tits, inviting me to help.
I shook my head, as much to gather thoughts as to negate Eva's suggestion.
"...on the grounds that I'm just here to see how Paige's bra fits."
"Nice recovery," Paige giggled. That drew my eyes to her chest, where her tits were elevated and squeezed into a green bra that matched the gauzy thong. Her erect nipples threatened to burst the sheer cups. Somewhere, the device must contain amazing engineered lifting elements, but I quickly assessed that what made it so special and expensive was that those helpers were invisible, and it looked like all I was admiring was pure Paige. My swollen cock lurched in my pants as it went from thick to stiff.
"Ohhh, sweetie, I see that at least part of him really likes it," Paige pointed out to Eva, increasing my confusion and discomfort.
"A pretty BIG part too," Eva guffawed, her shoulders and chest shaking. I wondered how her tits didn't just pop out of that blouse, but I guess that's again an advantage of well fitted lingerie.
"I am a lucky girl," Paige agreed.
About then I noticed the familiar scent of Paige's sexual musk starting to force itself past the wall of floral air scent that permeated the shop. That made my cock strain against my zipper.
"Well, if he's really going to judge the fit," Eva changed the topic again, "I better adjust it properly."
She stepped into the tiny booth, largely blocking my view as the space was so narrow it barely could contain the two women. Eva's expert fingers lifted upward, causing her hem to rise, drawing my eyes to the bubble butt I had admired for so long. I could not see her underwear, but guessed she must dress in nothing but the best her shop offered, and Paige had bought enough over the years that I knew how sexy they could be.
Paige leaned forward a bit and whispered into Eva's ear, first delicately brushing Eva's hair clear. Did I just imagine that my wife's tongue teased her best friend's earlobe?
I could not hear the words, but as Eva shifted and twisted so the gals were more side on to me, I surmised that Paige had instructed Eva to give me a bit of a show. At least, that was what followed. Eva cupped each of my wife's boobs in her palms and hefted them microscopically, and then paused, the flesh still in her grasp, as if admiring her handiwork. She then released the mounds, only to delicately run a single finger along the lacy top of each bra cup, the tips reaching under the edge to rub Paige's bare flesh. Eva might claim to be hetero, but I noticed that she shivered as much as Paige did at that moment. I realized I had shuddered as well.
Until that point, Eva's actions might legitimately be justified as adjusting Paige's bra, but surely there was no need for Eva to grasp my wife's engorged nipples through the fabric and gently tug them away from Paige's body.
'Is she going to kiss them next?' a tiny evil voice asked in my brain. A voice that sounded like twelve year old me, mixed with twenty year old hormones.
"Well, what do you think?" Paige's question shook me back to reality. Eva had stepped aside, her shoulder still brushing Paige's arm, her hand still on my wife's hip. Paige was turned so I had a good view of her tan flesh threatening to erupt out of the cups, and her nipples continued to strain the gauzy fabric.
"Ummm...it does look a bit tight," I stammered, not really looking. Most of my blood was still far from my brain.
Paige reached up and back for the clasp, but struggled with the grip.
"Could you be a dear and help me with this honey?" she asked.
I paused, unsure whether she meant me or Eva.
