A Weaness for Shoes

This story features wife sharing/cuckoldry/slut wife so please don't read it if that bothers you.

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After they've been married a few years many couples get into a routine as far as sex goes. One view would be that they fall into a rut, but in the case of Kim and I it was just a comfortable routine that suited us both reasonably well.

We tended to have sex once a week and it was usually on a Saturday night. Sure there'd been lots of exceptions, but we'd been married for fourteen years and a pattern was pretty well established.

In truth I would have liked to do it more often and incorporate more variety into our lovemaking, but Kim wasn't really up for that and we were happy in other ways so I could live with a minor case of sexual frustration. I had a pretty good idea that I wasn't the only husband who felt like that.

I had cautiously raised the possibility of swapping with another couple, but Kim had said no. Still my initial worry that she would be deeply offended had been groundless. She'd certainly been surprised, but to my relief it hadn't actually upset her.

I had pointed out that I was the only man she had ever slept with and she might want to broaden her experience - "life isn't a dress rehearsal, sometimes you have to take a risk and give things a try" was how I'd attempted to persuade her. Kim had said she wasn't curious about what it would feel like to have another prick inside her; as far as she was concerned they probably all felt very similar.

There had been a chink of light for me when she did concede that perhaps one day if everything fell neatly into place she would consider it, but, seeing my eyes light up, she had warned me that was pretty unlikely.

That conversation had taken place three years ago and nothing had changed in the meantime. I was now just ten days short of my fortieth birthday and Kim is six years younger. It's possible that nothing would ever have happened if it hadn't been for Kim's weakness - a liking for fashionable shoes.

She came back from a Saturday afternoon shopping flushed and excited. Dropping her bags on the kitchen table she had to show me the shoes she'd bought.

"Look at the colour, feel the quality of the leather and the workmanship," she enthused.

"Look at the price!" I exclaimed. "Two hundred and fifty pounds - we can't afford that."

"That's just it - I got them in the sale for fifty pounds."

"That's a good price," I conceded, suitably mollified.

Later that night we were making love in the dark. I was moving above her, thrusting in and out and wondering how it was that I never became bored with the silken feel of her lush pussy.

"Can I tell you one thing about those shoes," said Kim.

"What?" I said, slightly puzzled. Shoes aren't exactly my idea of pillow talk.

"I did get them in the sale, but the sale price was one hundred pounds. Promise you won't get angry."

"Then why tell me fifty pounds?"

"I did pay fifty pounds, but this is it, don't get angry, I had to flirt with the assistant to get that price."

That made me pause because if there's one thing Kim isn't it's a flirt. She's just the opposite, rather reserved, and I've often wished she would lighten up a bit. My heart started beating faster and my cock stiffened further. I guessed, or rather hoped, that there was a story to this.

"Go on," I said. "Tell me more."

"Well I've been in that shop several times. It's a bit expensive, but it is the nicest one. The assistants know I'm not a big spender, but they're always helpful and don't mind me trying different pairs on."

Kim paused, her mouth seemed dry, as though she was nervous.

"Go on," I said.

"I've chatted to one of them more than the other and he served me today. He brought these shoes out, I told him they were too expensive, but he insisted I try them on. They're just beautiful and so stylish. He said they looked perfect and he would knock the price down to ninety pounds, just for me. That's when I started getting flirty with him. He's in his twenties, I'm in my thirties, so I can't imagine he really fancies me - it was just a bit of fun. I asked him to help me take them off and he did, but he took his time about it and touched my legs more than was necessary. So I asked him if he could do me a special price and he slipped them back on and kept on touching my legs. He was saying how beautiful they looked, but the way he was looking I think he meant my legs. He said he'd do seventy pounds. I parted my legs a little and asked him what was the very best price he could do. He looked hard at me and that's when I did it."

"Did what?" I asked gently.

"I parted my legs and raised one knee so that he could see my knickers," Kim said quietly. "He gasped and said fifty pounds, then I couldn't help it, I blushed and became all embarrassed, and he did the same. Then he boxed the shoes and I paid and left as quickly as I could."

What Kim couldn't hide and I couldn't miss was the unmistakeable message her body was sending me - her love juices were in full flow. I'd slowed to a few gentle thrusts so I could concentrate on what Kim was saying, but even so her slick wetness was oozing out and soaking my balls in a way that I hadn't felt for years. I already knew the answer to the next question, but I wanted to get it right out in the open.

"Did it turn you on, flashing at him?"

"Yes," she said simply.

"Did you get wet?"

"Yes, very. When I was walking away from the shop I felt very uncomfortable because my knickers were wet and the air felt so cold."

I had to smile at that, but I returned to the questions.

"Did you want him to touch you?"

"No, no," said Kim. "It was just that...well it did give me a thrill."

"In what way?"

"I don't know. I'm not a tease really; it was just the thought that he was looking at me, lusting after me. He's a good looking young man and I'm in my thirties, but I could tell I excited him."

"How do you know?" I asked with a smile.

"The look on his face, the bulge in his trousers."

"He had a hard-on did he?"

"Yes," said Kim, warming at the memory. "And I was tempted to touch it, to reach out and feel how hard it was. He's young, I bet he was like a iron bar."

"Will you go back?"

"Not for a long time. I couldn't look him in the eye, I'd be too embarrassed."

"No, what I mean is I want you to go back, and more specifically I want you to go back on the 17th."

"The 17th...but that's your birthday!"

"I know. Your fortieth birthday present to me is to go back to that shop and flash at that assistant again."

"I can't do that, letting him see my knickers again. No. I can't do it."

I thrust hard into her, pinning her down on the bed with a desire and urgency that penetrated her core.

"He won't see your knickers because I want you to take them off beforehand. I want you to flash your pussy at him."

Kim's head jerked back.

"Paul, no."

In reply I thrust again and again, driving into her with a lust that sparked a reaction.

"Do it. You've done it once. Go back, but this time show him your pussy, give him something to get really hard about. Will you do it?" I kept pounding into her and felt the shuddering waves of an orgasm sweeping through her.

"I...I don't know. Oh God. Fuck. Oh fuck. Yes, yes I'll do it."

"What will you do?"

"I'll show him my pussy."

I gave an almighty groan and my prick pulsed, firing burst after burst of cum into her. We gripped each other fiercely as the sensations slowly subsided.

I felt my prick shrinking. I wanted to seal the agreement and make Kim realise that this wasn't some wild fantasy that had been played out and would now be discarded.

"What will you do on the 17th?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go back to that shop with no knickers on, make sure you're served by the same assistant and flash your pussy at him."

To my surprise even saying those few words had its effect and I felt a pleasurable stiffening of my penis. I began to thrust very gently into Kim. It's years since I've come twice in one session, in fact it's something that was pretty much restricted to the first few years of our marriage. It was an unmistakeable sign of how much this had aroused me and I knew that Kim would understand it and realise how turned on I was.

"Will you do it?" I asked, my heart beating fast as I continued to thrust into her. To my delight Kim started to push back against me, grinding her hips in an obvious sign that this had turned her on as well.

"Do you really want me to?"

"Yes I do."

"Alright I'll do it."

"Say it, say what you'll do," I said thrusting excitedly.

"I'll flash my pussy at him," Kim gasped.

"Say you'll show him your sweet married cunt."

"Oh God...yes. I'll show him my cunt, my sweet married cunt," said Kim and shuddered as the first waves of a massive orgasm surged through her body. I groaned, thrust into her very depths and pumped sperm into her sweet married cunt.

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"I must be mad. Not many wives would do this you know?"

"I know," I said manoeveuring the car into a parking space. "But not many wives are as gorgeous as you."

"And I'm to take my knickers off now am I? Why now? Why didn't you just let me leave the house with no knickers on?"

"I don't know," I said with a smile and a shrug. "I just thought it added to the sense of occasion if you took them off in a public place."

Kim looked round. We were on the third floor of multi-storey car park. It was Tuesday morning, relatively quiet and there are lots of free spaces and no one around. She raised her bottom off the car seat, reached under her skirt, hitched her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down and off. I held out my hand out and she passed me a pair of lacy red knickers, which I pocketed.

"Come on then, let's go shopping for shoes," I said with a grin.

It was a relatively short walk to the street with the shoe shop. Kim said she felt exposed, semi-naked with no knickers on. I had picked her clothes and at first she had objected, thinking I was going to expect her to wear some outfit that had Fuck Me written all over it, but that wasn't the case.

The clothes I had picked were smart and not even remotely sluttish. So Kim was wearing a white blouse, a black skirt which went to just below her knee, black lace-topped hold-ups and a pair of black shoes with moderately high heels. The one item she'd baulked at was wearing a red bra with a white blouse; normally she would have said no to that, but I had persuaded her that it hardly showed through and anyway I thought a hint of it was quite sexy.

For my part I was thinking how attractive Kim looked. She had long dark brown hair, brown eyes and thanks to her regular visits to the gym she had a lovely figure, topped off with a gorgeous 36D bust. It amused me that she seemed surprised that a man ten years younger than her would find her attractive. I knew that any red-blooded male would find her attractive, no matter what age they were.

My prick was already semi-erect as we approached the shop and I could feel my heart beating faster than normal. Yes I wanted Kim to flash to the shop assistant, but what I hadn't dared to say for fear of scaring her off was that it was alright with me if the assistant wasn't happy with just looking and wanted to touch as well. If it came right down to it I had a vivid mental picture of Kim gasping and groaning as a young man thrust excitedly between her thighs.

Kim slowed down as we neared the shop. We'd agreed that she would go in the shop and I would loiter outside as inconspicuously as I could. We stopped in a position where you could just see into the shop. It was empty apart from the two assistants who'd been there on that afternoon when she had picked up her bargain. She turned to me.

"Alright I'm going to go in, but if I can't go through with it, then I'm coming out and you're not to get annoyed with me."

"Yes of course. We agreed that and I'll definitely keep to it." I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Thanks for this, I really do appreciate it."

"Yes, well, you owe me big time." She said this with a wry smile as if acknowledging that she was only doing if for my sake. Now she was about to go back into that shop, but there was one final question.

"What if he tries to touch me?

I looked her in the eye.

"That's up to you. Whatever you decide it's fine by me."

She made no reply, but thought for a moment, then turned and headed towards the shop. She was clearly nervous, that much was obvious, but I wondered if she was also excited. The impression she gave was that she was only doing it to please me, but I doubted if that was 100% true. I suspected that flashing her knickers at that young man had aroused her far more than she had expected.

Perhaps that was because her sexual experience was so limited. She'd been a virgin when we met and prior to me there had been a couple of boys (you couldn't call them men) who she'd allowed to have a brief fumble inside her knickers, but nothing more.

Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part but I was hoping that a sexier side to my wife's personality was about to be revealed. Even so I was expecting this morning to be a failure. If that turned out to be the case well at least we had tried something different.

I had a newspaper with me and I sat down at the nearby bench and unfolded it as though I was reading. Kim was inside the shop and speaking to one of the assistants.

She tried on one pair of shoes, then another. It was very difficult for me to judge how things were going, but I would have said the body language was neutral - neither encouraging, nor discouraging.

A third, red pair of shoes were brought out and even watching from a distance I could tell that Kim liked them. There were smiles, her stance was more open, less defensive and the assistant's hands were straying up her calves. It was starting to get interesting!

I concentrated intensely now, all pretence of reading my newspaper abandoned. They were talking, the assistant crouching at Kim's feet, then I clearly saw Kim part her legs. This I had to see, so I stood up and moved closer to the shop.

Kim had her eyes closed and the assistant was feeling between her legs. I was almost in a daze - this was my wife - my shy, reserved wife. I had hoped she would go through with it, but part of me was sure she wouldn't. But the evidence was there in front of me - Kim leaning back in the chair, her eyes shut and her lips slightly parted, the assistant's eyes locked on her while his hand moved between her thighs.

Then the assistant said something and Kim's eyes snapped open. Words were exchanged, I hadn't a clue what was said, but Kim nodded as though agreeing to something, then they both stood up and headed towards the back of the shop, through a doorway and out of sight.

I stared at the doorway - I could only think of one explanation - Kim was going to let the assistant fuck her. I stood irresolutely, suddenly aware of the surroundings, after all it's not as if I was somewhere private. I snatched a look up and down the street, but of course no one was paying any attention to me.

I looked back at the shop and thought about the options. I could wait outside for Kim to reappear and get all the details from her or I could go into the shop and become a participant. I took a few steps and headed for the shop, but three young women beat me to it and pushed the door open.

That stopped me in my tracks and I watched as the remaining assistant reluctantly turned his attention away from the door my wife disappeared through. He started talking to the customers and I debated slipping into the shop now. Another woman stopped to look in the shop window, moved towards the door, then paused as if she was undecided. Suddenly, just when I wanted it to be quiet, it was busy.

Again I wondered about going in, but what could I say to the assistant in the shop - "Is it OK if I go through into the rear room because I think my wife is being fucked in there?"

It doesn't exactly trip off the tongue does it? But in the end it was decided for me. Kim came out of the rear door and walked out through the shop and into the street. She kept her head down and I noticed that was wearing the red shoes and carrying a bag which presumably contained the shoes she went in with.

She gave me a nervous smile and asked if we could go straight back to the car. We hurried along the shopping precinct. I asked her if she was OK and she just nodded in reply. We soon reached the car and I turned to her.

"Do you...."

Kim cut across me.

"Just take me home please...quickly."

Traffic was light and in a short time we were speeding along the dual carriageway and leaving the city centre behind. I kept glancing at Kim, I wasn't sure what she was thinking or how she was feeling. Several times I almost said something, but couldn't find the right words and in the end the journey passed in silence.

A few minutes later we pulled up onto our driveway. It was nearly midday and the suburban street was quiet. I unlocked the front door, let Kim in first and then shut the door behind us.

As soon as we were inside Kim surprised me by kissing me fiercely, pressing her lips against mine with a force and a passion that she hadn't shown for a while. At the same time her hands were scrabbling with my trousers, pulling them down and grabbing hold of my prick and balls with an urgency that excited me intensely. I thought of unzipping her skirt, but caught up in the heat of the moment I simply pulled it up round her waist.

We staggered and fell back against the stairs and in one swift, fluid movement Kim parted her legs and guided me into her love hole.

"I did it you know. I showed him my pussy. I was so nervous I was trembling, but I was aching to expose myself to him. I wanted him to see my sex and then when he asked to touch me I couldn't stop him. Do you think I'm a slut?"

"No, no. Of course not."

"And he fucked me. He fucked my cunt - what did you call it - my sweet married cunt. He took his prick out, gave me a good fucking and then filled my sweet married cunt with his sperm."

"Tell me what happened - all of it."

"It was the red pair of shoes that did it. I'd already tried on two pairs and didn't like them, but the red ones were lovely. As soon as I tried them on I knew they were right and everything fell into place. His hands were straying higher up my calves and he kept paying me little compliments, so I did it. I parted my legs and you should have seen his eyes - they were like saucers. And he had a hard-on, I could see the bulge in his trousers."

"Did that turn you on?"

"Oh God yes I was wet through, I was worried I was going to leave a stain on the chair. Then he asked if he could touch me."

"Did you say yes?"

"I didn't say anything. I just shut my eyes and he took that as a yes and put his hand between my legs. He ran a finger along my pussy and then he slid his finger into me. That was nice, very nice, and I knew then that I wanted his prick inside me. He asked me to go into the back room. I didn't say yes, I just stood up and, well, you must have seen us go through. Once we were in there he took my skirt off, then he asked me to bend over the table and I did that even though I felt embarrassed because I was putting everything on display. He took me from behind - you know how I like that position - and he was so big and hard, and he rammed it in to me."

"Did he make you come?"

"Yes."

"And did you let him come inside you?"

"Yes. He asked if he could and I told him I was safe. I didn't want him to pull out, I wanted him to fuck me properly, so that's exactly what I told him."

I almost stopped when she said this. Partly because I was surprised that Kim was so bold, but mainly because I didn't want to spoil the moment by coming too soon and I could feel a familiar tightening in my balls.