During supper one night in mid-October, my wife told me that she couldn't wait until warmer weather to show me the clothes she'd been buying since we returned from Florida, the past August.
"Honey, could you make a nice fire and warm up the living room?" she asked. Laughing, she continued, "The fashion show I'm planning will get our horns up, I guarantee it!"
"Your wish is my command. Desert port, cordials, or wine, with your fire, my lady?" I asked with a chuckle.
"How about wine."
I got a roaring fire going, and opened a French Bordeaux taken from our wine fridge. I placed both glasses of wine on the coffee table and got comfortable on one of our love seats.
Mary walked into the now warm living room wearing the first of her new purchases. The white top had a deep plunging neckline. Three buttons, from her belly button to the bottom of the blouse, kept her gorgeous tits from trying to escape. Her dark nipples showed through the thin material. "I've been buying stuff from the same places Pat buys her outrageous clothes. I can wear this out and not worry about being arrested. It also looks good with the skirt I'm about to show you."
She returned wearing a tight mini skirt with a slit along the left leg and heels. She sat across from me and I could easily see her uncovered vagina playing peek-a-boo, whenever she crossed and uncrossed her legs. I adjusted my dick for the first time. Her fashion show was having an early affect on me.
Her next outfit was equally stunning. She had on a pair of leather high waist pants, that looked like they were spray painted on her. They were paired with an off-the-shoulder top made of lace. Once again she wore heels. The pants were so tight, you could clearly see the shape of her vagina. When she turned around, the back took the shape of her ass cheeks. Her nipples poked through the lacy material of her top. "You look a little uncomfortable. Go ahead and take your jeans off," she said, before she took another sip of wine.
She paraded around next in a mesh camisole and a pair of short-shorts. Both of her tits and her extremely sensitive nipples were clearly visible and her shorts were so tight they formed a camel toe between her legs. My dick started to grow.
The next outfit had my dick standing at full attention. Mary walk over to me wearing a red lace baby-doll number with a tiny red thong, and matching red thigh high stockings. The material was shear and hid none of her amazing body. "I see you really like this," she said with a little giggle. "It will be fun to wear this at some hotel, when room service makes an appearance."
She left the room promising her return, so I refilled our wine glasses. When I looked up, she was back wearing only the thigh high stockings. She at across from me on the other love seat, and tucked her legs under her naked backside. Her nipples were extremely hard. She was clearly aroused, and said, "We never did talk about our last adventure. What gets you worked up about our Florida adventure?"
"I'll be honest with you," I responded. "Thinking about what we did the entire week gives me a quick boner, but what gets me to cum is thinking about your good-bye with Pat. Seeing you two gently kissing, with your tits touching, was an incredible turn on. What I can't figure out was the thank you's tossed back and forth when you stopped kissing."
"Oh, that's easy," she replied, sipping her wine. "I was thanking her for a great evening. She was thanking me for helping her cum on the golf course. When you guys were fucking us, I slid my hand under her left tit and gently squeezed it. Then I opened my palm and made contact with her nipple. With every thrust from Paul, her tit moved and my palm stimulated her nipple. When she was saying not to stop, she was talking to me - not Paul!"