We have an afternoon to kill before we meet Thomas for dinner. With dinner followed up by Judith's big load from him for the night. Maybe, if she really wants to fuck as often and hard as she wants like she said we can find someone other than Thomas to give her a pussy full this afternoon. That would throw her off track on seeing Thomas like it is date night tonight and maybe get her interested in some guy with a regular size cock.
This may take some tough management on my part. It is obvious that she has the looks and figure to make this her ballgame, but I need to keep the situation in order. The hardest part was not taking the sloppy seconds this morning. Judith has the perfect pussy with those soft and puffy lips. Nicely adorned with enough hair to make her woman without being one of those that has to shave the edges. Seeing her flaunt the body, and as much as I hate to admit it, with the trickle of Thomas' cum in her pubic hair, just about ruined me this morning. I cannot believe in anyway I was able to keep her in her horny state without my balls and dick exploding.
With lunch behind us in one of those little spots with the table on the sidewalk, we are window shopping. There is much to see, but the best sight is Judith in this little "all-in-one" short/top thing with a zipper down the front. She keeps the zipper lowered to show cleavage and the bottom really lets you know she has a cunt just a couple of inches above the fabric. It's a big hit in this Mormon town where everything gets covered from the neck to the knees. Many wives are giving their mates a glaring look when caught watching Judith. And, she enjoys it, trying to find ways to say hello, or a short sentence. She is in the mood to tease. Just in case they missed giving her a once over.
The first thing you notice about Judith is the sparkle in those blue eyes. Then it the knockers. Okay, maybe it is the knockers. Not one of those gals that the guy writes about saying "her tits looked beautiful when she took off her 44DD bra" Unless you like blood vessels and stretch marks there is nothing attractive about huge tits. These babies that Judith has are a matched set. The nipples are just slightly upturned and somehow they straight point forward when she walks naked towards you. They don't sway, they jiggle ... as the nipples just seem to get harder the closer she gets.
"Honey, let's shop around it here," as Judith stop in front of a LDS used clothing store.
Wow, my kind of girl. Of all the places to pick, my wife picks a place that sells everything used.
It didn't take long to learn that Judith was in more of a mocking than shopping mood.
The casual dress is always a tops that buttons to the neck, like a golf shirt, and pants or skirt that hit somewhere between the knee and ankle to cover the religious garments they wear. It looks like the only choice to make is what bland color and then what size and a person would be all set.
"Sweetheart, remember my friend Elizabeth that moved away a couple of years ago? She was Mormon and I learned quite a bit about them from her. I'm going to buy top and skirt and some of these insanely sensible shoes and dress like I am LDS," She explained.
"You mean now? Wear in now?"
"No, what I am wearing is way too much fun for a Saturday. Maybe tomorrow or the next day. Help me pick out something."
"Are you going for the under garments, too? I never understood the Mormon garments."
"No, no garments. They are to keep you chaste and faithful. I don't think that is the theme I am going for here. Way too cumbersome, that is something I learned from Elizabeth. She was a trip. Liz told me she would feel a little rebellious against husband and Church go out in these clothes and be completed naked underneath. She would do that every so often and go shopping or visit friends from the Church and then sit in her car and finger fuck herself to an orgasm. She said she would feel so naughty she could cum several times in a matter of minutes, only to return home and be the mild little housewife for her husband and family."
"Is that your plan? Walk around for a while and go finger fuck yourself?"
"I don't have an exact plan, what I have is an idea."
With that over it was a visit to a popular mall near downtown with some upscale stores. Maybe after $16 for used top, skirt, and shoes this turn of events could be expensive.
"Here's a good spot, grinned Judith as we stopped in front of a well know department store."
"Oh, okay. Good for us."
"Alright, let the color flush back into your cheeks. I'm not here to max out the credit card. I'm going to buy one nice bra and one nice pair of panties. It is a treat for me. You need to quit making your girl wear undies bought in a bag of 6 for $8 at the K-mart back home."
"Sure, that sounds good. Sounds really good," Thinking underwear shopping would be kind of a turn on and figuring really how much could that cost.
"How would you like to see me in these?"
"Oh, Hell yes," was my reply in looking at an ice blue thong and bra set.
"Let me try on several different things, but I promise I'll buy just a bra and panty."
The sales clerk pointed out the dressing rooms and we were on our way. Judith stripped naked and put on the thong and matching panty while I stood peeking in the door. The thong and low cut bra gave the look that when I tried to say how much I liked them only a gurgle came out of my throat.
"I guess that means yes," she said closing the door.
The next couple of times she stepped out in the the waiting area for me to look at the next selection. Not a busy day in the store. It didn't seem to bother her that a gentlemen in his sixties was waiting with me. The first time out he got flustered and started to say something. Judith put her finger to her lips and hushed him and winked, then looked at the door where his wife was trying on dresses.
The guy sat with his hands in his lap, I sure trying to hide the erection Judith was giving him.
"You wife is quite bold, and very attractive," he whispered to me. "Is she always like this?"
"This is all new to me. Do you want her to stop?"
"Dear Lord, no. This is going to be my best memory ever."
Almost true, dude. Judith came out in just panties. Her tits bare for us both to see. Almost killed off the old guy.
"Sorry," she whispered to him. "I guess I got one more pair of panties than bras to try on in there."
"Quite fine," he stammered. "Thank you, oh my God, thank you."
You could have painted that smile on the old man, because I don't think it is ever going to change or go away. His wife started to step from her changing room and Judith zipped back into hers. The older couple left and Judith came back out wearing what she wore into the store.
"I was going to buy the first thing I tried on, but that was sure fun. Man, am I wet, and did you notice how hard my nipples were?
"Yes, Sweetie. I noticed the nipples. Really, really, really noticed the nipples."
"Look at the young guy over there trying to look at women's underwear hoping no one will notice." She said as she looked over the young, blond haired man.
"Uh, sure thing. Pretty nervous, isn't he?"
"I'll put the rest of my things I got to try on away and go try these on again while you go find out what you can about him. He is rather cute."
"Wait Judith, so now I am your wingman?"
"Sure thing Dear. You are now officially my wingman." she hissed. "If I can get him as excited as the old man, we are going to fuck him. I really need a good fuck right now. A pussy full of cum would be delightful."
Wingman. Damn, what do I know about being her wingman? The goal is to get him to fuck her? This wingman shit is going to be easy. It would take a week to find someone that wouldn't fuck her.
"Hey, I see you are stuck here like I am while your wife tries on women things ," I said quietly while knowing his wife was not in the changing room.
"Oh, hi. Yes, Oh, ummmm ... well she isn't here with me." This is going to be a gift and I don't even know her size."
"Listen, trust me, it is way better to get something to small for a women than something that is to large. Go too small she thinks you see her as petite. Go too big and you'll spend a month giving yourself hand jobs, if you don't mind me be blunt."
"So what's the gift? Birthday? Anniversary? Young guy like you, maybe just something romantic?"
"Romantic, definitely romantic. We've been married three years and have two kids. I'm not so sold on the LDS take on having six or eight kids and sticking my wife into a minivan while motherhood and Church strips away her youth and lust for life. I think she feels the same way. I want to tell her that I love the woman in her and don't want to give up my spot in her life to a bunch of kids and soccer matches."
"Wow, you are a romantic. Probably kind of a horny romantic as I understand it. Let's get this right for you. My wife is more the romantic than me, so let me tell her what is up when she comes back out."
So, we do a little small talk. The nerves calm a bit for the kid. Until Judith comes over to us.
"Hi you two. I see you have a new friend, Dear. I'm Judith, this knucklehead's wife, and I am sure he didn't get your name."
"Steve, I'm Steve. Stephen actually. Friends call me Ham. Ham because my middle name is Brigham and there are a lot of Steves."
Foot shuffling. I'll be damned. The kid is going kind of "aw, shucks lady" and foot shuffling.
And, Judith has that look in her eye. That predator kind of look. Ham's in her crosshairs. Holy Shit!
I related Ham's story to Judith. Damn, I am a wingman. Judith is loving it. Screw the romance part, Judith and I just went into action/adventure mode.
