I'm pretty sure my wife saw her first even though she immediately spun it around on me. It was nothing new, she would do things like that on occasion, tell me the sky was green and one plus one equals three, and I would believe it. I would merely pretend to agree at first of course, but before long whatever she said actually became true. My wife had this power, and I had this weakness and the two complimented each other perfectly.
"It's okay to look, darling," she allowed so I did. The girl was definitely her type, long legs petite, with red hair and sparkling emerald eyes. Her pink skin was sparsely sprinkled with cinnamon freckles. The only thing my wife liked better than a pretty girl was a large good looking guy, and I don't mean large in body stature alone.
We had just cut through the department store to get to our car after having just seen a movie, a chick flick of course. No way were we going to that piece of crap macho man action movie that took up all the parking spaces and made us have to park on the other side of the store parking lot far across the way. We were just supposed to be passing through when she caught my wife's eye in women's apparel. I mean, caught my eye I guess, now that I've been told, though I can't recall ever checking out anyone in my life besides my wife without her having instigated it. I'm that pussy whipped.
The pretty redhead was flipping through the lingerie rack when my wife said, "This is just too perfect." I knew I would be in for a tumultuous ride. That's how it works when you have the weakness and a girl with the power takes control of you. One minute your life can be going along like any average couple, and just like that things can turn on a dime. I'm not complaining mind you, quite the contrary, just explaining how I can tell before it happens.
Pulling me by the hand as if she were excited about some new outfit, a skimpy lingerie piece hanging on the sales rack, she led us over as close to the girl as we could get. She took it from the rack and held it up for us both to examine, and she made certain she asked me about it as loudly as possible so anyone within ear shot would hear.
"Look at this, darling. Wouldn't Tommy just love this on me? I think it would make his cock so big and hard. Come on, darling. Just because you're my husband doesn't mean you don't have an opinion on what I should wear to turn my lovers on. You know how much I respect your opinion on these matters."
The pretty redhead definitely heard. Her eyes got wide and when my eyes met hers she looked away blushing as I felt my face turning as red as her hair. My little erection only confused my shame. My wife pretended to only notice her because she had seen me looking at something. She turned around and covered her mouth as if embarrassed by what she had said.
"I'm so sorry," she told the redhead, and then she turned back at me blaming me for her outburst. "Why didn't you tell me someone was there? Do you want everyone to know you are a virgin cuckold who can't satisfy his own wife? Really, I don't know what to do with you sometimes. I try and try, but one can only do so much."
"That's quit alright," the redhead spoke up as if trying to defend me while being careful not to make eye contact with either my wife or myself, "I didn't hear a thing." You just don't encourage weirdoes or they might never go away.
