As we drove towards town, the sun was shining blissfully. Despite the fact that it was only 10am, it was already hot and the day promised to be a scorcher. My wife, Helen, had persuaded me to give up my Saturday off and take her shopping. I moaned, but knew that when Helen had set her mind on something, there was little that was going to stop her doing what she wanted. I had disappointed her last night, I knew.
Another fourteen hour day at the office had left me exhausted and when I eventually returned home to find Helen in a romantic mood, I was way too tired to do anything about it. That was a shame because my wife is an extremely attractive woman. At 39 years old she stands nearly 5ft 10 in her stockinged feet and still retains a great body. She works out regularly at our local gym, and that keeps her 38 24 36 figure in wonderful shape. Her legs are long and smooth and the whole thing is set off by a warm, friendly face, framed by short black hair and cut into a bob. I had wanted to take advantage of her charms this morning, but by the time I awoke, she was already up and dressed.
I tried to encourage her back to bed with stories of my solid erection needing her expert attention, but despite grinning at me wickedly and giving me a quick flash of her boobs as she brushed her hair, she was not going to indulge me. In fact she had been in a strange mood all morning. She seemed excited and horny and I couldn't understand why she was unwilling to fool around with me. Usually, Helen was very adventurous and up for virtually anything at the drop of a hat (or panties!), but despite dressing in a very short skirt and thin blouse, it was obvious that I was not going to be able to get my hands on her just yet.
The covered shopping centre was refreshingly cool when we entered. Morning shoppers were wandering about and the crowds were steadily building. As we walked from shop to shop, I became aware of the glances that Helen was attracting. This was nothing new to me. Helen has always been a flirty bitch and I know she loves to show off. Fortunately, I have never been the jealous type and get a lot of sexual satisfaction from just watching other men (and some women) watching my wife. I glanced quickly at her large tits as they bounced while she walked and the image of her flashing them at me this morning came flooding back to me. I could feel my cock begin to harden once again as I recalled the large pink nipples poking out towards me as I lay in bed, almost begging to be kissed and sucked.
We traipsed around shop after shop as Helen tried on different skirts and dresses, occasionally opening the changing room door and asking me for my opinion on how well they fit and how good she looked in them. The more shops we went to, the sexier the outfits seem to become. After a few hours I found myself looking at Helen as she emerged from a changing room in a figure hugging, red dress. My eyes almost bulged out of my head when I saw her. The dress was cut very low in the front and barely concealed the large swell of her breasts. My eyes traveled downwards and I was treated to a glimpse of her shapely, tanned thigh through a split in the side of the material that reached almost up to her hip.
"Wow," I gasped. "You just gotta buy that one!"
"It's a bit expensive," she replied.
"I don't care," I continued, and then in a whisper, "You're making me hard just looking at you in that!"
Helen giggled at my comment and turned back towards the cubicle to change back.
"No. Don't change," I said. "Keep it on and I'll go pay for it. I'm sure they won't mind bagging up your other clothes so you can wear the new dress now."
Helen seemed happy to comply, and after I'd arranged the second mortgage to pay for it, we both headed for a restaurant for some much needed refreshment. If she had been attracting glances before, then it was blatant stares that were directed at her now. All eyes seemed to be on us as we entered the restaurant on the top level of the shopping centre. We sat at a corner table and the waitress took our order for coffee. I looked around me and could see a younger guy sitting to our left by himself. He was blatantly ogling my wife's body and as she sat down, the split in the side of the dress opened to reveal a large proportion of her leg. The stranger seemed unable to tear his eyes away from the view that was now before him. I leaned over the table and whispered to Helen.
"Looks like you have an interested audience." I said
"I know. I've seen him, he's nice. Young and very good looking!"
"Why not let him see a little more?" I continued with a wicked grin.
I could see that the idea appealed to her. Her faced was a little flushed as her excitement was obviously increasing. She turned and smiled towards the guy who was still staring at her. Adjusting her position slightly, the split opened a little more and revealed more of her leg. Her actions seemed to be having the desired effect on him because I could see him shift uncomfortably in his seat and try to hide an obvious erection. I was getting incredibly turned on by all this, and it was having an effect on Helen too. Her face was flushed an even deeper red now and her breathing was becoming shorter and shorter as she opened her legs slightly to allow the guy a glimpse of her lacy, black panties.
"Oh god! This is turning me on so much," gasped Helen, quietly "I've really got to do something about it!"
Adjusting my growing erection, I moved closer to her and whispered again. "Well, I think that with only a little encouragement this guy would just LOVE to fuck your brains out!"
"You think?" Helen replied. "That would be so cool! And even better if you could watch us!"
