Mark granted Sam a sneak peek of the new window just before they opened the store. "I only have one suggestion to make, and that is to add a few props." Is all Sam said, slapping Mark's back in approval as they both stepped back into the store.
It was now much later in the day, time for the 'trench coat lady' to show up.
She was on time still hiding behind sunglasses
, Sam noted to himself, looking up from the register having mentally predicted when she would arrive.
Mark excused himself from Sam and made his way over to the mysterious lady. She followed Mark to the store window, letting him step up onto the platform to close the curtain view from the street. Morgan followed, stepping up through the second set of curtains that hid both of them from the inside of the shop.
"Are you ready?" He made his way over to her as she opened her coat.
"I'm as ready as I am ever going to be and very nervous." She said as she removed her coat and shivered from the cold.
Standing in front of Mark was his almost naked wife wearing a very sheer, nude color nightie that stopped above her waist minus any panties. The only other thing she wore were back heeled slippers, sporting a pompom above the toes. Her nails were painted bright red and so were her lips. Morgan was under a long red wig this time, providing a little warmth, but not much more.
"I placed a number of heat lamps between the spot lights that should help to keep you warm. The cold's effect on your nipples doesn't look bad." Mark let a large smile widen across his face.
"Okay smart-ass, let me sit down and get into my pose." She could see he was enjoying this, maybe too much.
At the back of the stage Mark had positioned a vanity table. On the vanity was a very large mirror and on top of the vanity lay a number of female items: hair brush, nail polish, lipstick. There was also a very large 'rabbit vibrator'.
"What is this doing here?" Morgan asked picking up the vibrator and pointing it in Mark's direction.
"Oh that, Sam wants to sell more items in the store and thought that if we put it in the display that might help to increase some sales."
Morgan smiled as she placed the item back on the table. There was also a DVD titled 'Wife's Secret Life', which she understood why it was there, and chuckled to herself at the irony.
"The wig you are wearing, the negligee, and slippers can also be bought from the store." Mark added. Morgan nodded with understanding.
Mark lifted the female mannequin from the chair and walked it off stage, placing it out of sight. Morgan moved over to the chair and sat down. Her back was facing the window, while the mirror presented her a full view of what was happening on the street. In return, the mirror provided the sidewalk a full view of her breasts as they peaked through the thin material. She sat down on the low stool finding a comfortable position; presenting the street her backside. She rested her arms on the table and looked into the mirror. Without turning to look at Mark she said, "I'm ready."
Mark took one last look, adjusted the growing erection in his pants and moved over to open the curtains. The scene slowly became visible from the street.
From outside, the people walking by were presented a bedroom scene. To the right sat a bed, in the center was the vanity, and to the left was a bedroom window. The stuffed animals on the bed, the lace curtains, and the pictures on the wall give the room a female theme. If you move to the left of the vanity you would be able to see Morgan's red lips and green eyes reflected in the mirror. The door from the previous fantasy had been replaced with a window; its shade left open. Two fake bushes were placed to the left of the window, painting the illusion of outside. Hidden between the bushes was a male mannequin kneeling low. His head was positioned at the lowest point of the window, peering back into the room. But the most prominent feature in the room, sitting on top of the low half chair was Morgan's ass, offered prominently to the voyeur on the street.
Mark had made his way out of the store to the street. He wanted to study the scene from the outside, to make sure nothing was wrong. His eyes moved slowly from right to left over the entire scene, only slowing as his wife came into view came. Unhurriedly he studied her body, enjoying his wife's exhibitionism, only stopping to look a little longer at the tattoo on her ass. He was pleased so far and continued to move his eyes to the left. As his examination moved to the mirror, he found his wife staring back. She allowed a small smirk appear on her lips as they locked eyes. Mark smiled back and then let his eyes drift down where he could see the clear image of her breast and nipples through the thin material reflected in the mirror. At first he was jealous, but then realizing that she was protected by the glass, he became excited. He stopped to savor the view and closed his eyes in thought of what might happen later that evening. They were both excited.
His view moved further to the left, finally coming upon the figure squatted outside. The male dummy was placed low at the window, sneaking a look into the bedroom like a 'Peeping Tom'. Mark shut his eyes and replaced this mental image with himself, as his mind looked in on an intimate moment of a woman that had forgotten to close her shade for the evening. It excited him, knowing it was his wife that was on display.
Opening his eyes and looking away from the window, Mark let the excitement in his pants subside. Once he was under control, he let his glance take one last scan of the entire scene, then moved back towards the front door of the store.
Morgan watched in the mirror as her husband moved out of view.
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For Morgan, this was an exhibitionist's dream. She was on display and she could secretly spy on their reaction using the mirror. She watched each of them stop, stare at her through the store window, and understood that she was becoming the object of their desire's. This thought excited her, not really helping to maintain her pose, causing her to wish for some real stimulation between her legs.
She watched as a young man came up to the window, pressing his face up against the window pain, trying to get a closer look. It energized her knowing she was the focus of his curiosity, trying to figure out if she were real or not. Later, when a couple approached, she fantasized that she was the third in their threesome. Morgan could feel the wetness drip down between her legs as this sexy couple came into view. She wanted to close her eyes and drift into a fantasy, but could only blink, keeping her eyes open, maintaining the illusion she was not real, as she studied the eyes that were now looking back.
Morgan was in need of an orgasm and desired something to be throbbing inside of her. She was getting desperate. She tried to focus on what would happen later. There would be relief for her in their apartment after the store closed, but she was not sure she would be able to wait. She let her eyes shut, only for a moment, taking in the image of being fucked by Mark.
