This makes references to characters and events in the private game. It can be viewed as a parallel track to 'Wife and the Businessman.'
This takes place in the era before cell phones, the internet, etc.
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Sunday afternoon Lynn was in her bedroom sorting out her clothes. She was getting ready to start a new job and needed to refresh her wardrobe. It had just been a day since she cuckolded her husband Mike with an out-of-town businessman. The excitement still ran high.
There were outfits scattered all over on the bed.
Her husband entered the room, "What are you doing?"
"I'm just going through my clothes. I didn't realize they were so dated. They won't do it for client meetings. I bought those two new outfits I showed you, but it looks like I am going to need some more."
"You look very professional in the new ones. Why don't you go do more shopping?"
"I think I will. Macy's is still having a sale. I'll go tomorrow. In the meantime, some of these are alright for around the office, the rest for Goodwill."
Monday morning, she and Mike had breakfast before he left for work. She changed into a light blouse and skirt ending right above her knee. She picked out a pair of low heel shoes suitable for business to try with her new outfits.
She ran by Goodwill to donate the clothes she didn't need then headed for Macy's. Monday morning looked like the day to shop. Just like last week, Macy's wasn't crowded so she took her time browsing for a couple of more outfits. While walking around she noticed a man also looking at women's outfits. He appeared to be having trouble picking something out. She caught his eye and smiled. He was dressed casually in a knit shirt and khakis. He looked to be a little older. About six feet with blonde hair, and a nice physique.
She saw a couple of outfits that seemed promising and strolled over to the lingerie section to pick out a couple of new bra and panty ensembles. Holding a front clasp C cup bra against her chest, she noticed the man surreptitiously checking her out. She picked out a couple of other bras, catching more furtive glances, each time taking her time holding them to her breasts. She decided on two white ones and two black ones. She also held up the matching panties. The man was still looking.
She took the lingerie and outfits and went to the changing room. The salesclerk asked her if she needed any assistance and Lynn told her no.
She changed into a pants suit ensemble with slacks, matching jacket, emerald blouse and black lingerie. In the area outside the changing booths, she stood on a pedestal looking at her reflection in the mirror. Very business looking. Thank god, they've done away with those awful, padded shoulders.
The attractive man was close by on the other side of a clothes rack. She spoke in his direction, "Excuse me."
"Yes?"
"I wonder if you can help me?"
He walked around the rack and answered, "I'd be glad to. What can I do?"
He was close enough for her to check him out. She glanced at his crotch. Very nice. Very nice indeed. That's one of the advantages of khakis. They show a nice cock outline. No wedding ring.
She looked him in the eye and said, "I'm picking out some new outfits for work and would like a man's opinion. Most of the time my husband helps me."
"Sure. I don't mind standing in for your husband."
Lynn turned around with her back to him, glanced over her shoulder and asked, "How does this look?"
He scoped the attractive blonde's body. There was a wedding ring, but that didn't stop him from looking. What an ass. He blatantly scanned the wife's shapely posterior and answered, "It looks great. I like it."
"You don't think the slacks are too tight do you? They're for business. Take your time looking. I want to make sure they fit properly."
"They're not too tight. I would say just right. Turn around. Let me see the front."
She followed his direction and turned around. Looking over her shoulder at her reflection she said, "I think you're right. I don't want the slacks to be too tight. You're really helping me out." She placed both hands on her ass cheeks. "Is there a panty line?"
He bent over taking a closer look at her rear. "There's no panty line."
"Good. That's the problem with slacks, it's hard to match the slacks with the panties. What about the front?" She shifted her feet slightly parting her legs.
His eyes were drawn to the juncture of her thighs. There was a nice hint of a mound. He looked her in the eye and said, "They're not too tight either."
She further shifted position and felt the fabric tightening over her mound. "Are you sure? Take another look."
She was becoming aroused telling another man to look at her pubic region. She opened her jacket, and putting a hand on her waist, asked, "What about this?"
The top two buttons were unfastened, offering a view of her rounded tops. He wasn't shy about looking at her breasts. He looked her in the eye, "The front looks good also."
"I'm glad you like it. Give me a sec. I want to make some adjustments." She adjusted the slacks and tucked in the blouse tightening the fabric over her breasts. "There, that feels better. How's this?"
"That's much better. Turn around so I get the full view."
She complied. She was getting turned putting herself on display for a stranger.
He took another appreciative look at her chest. "You look good from any angle. Let me help you down."
She offered her hand and stepped down from the pedestal. They were now standing closer together. With their height differential he had a better view of her cleavage. What nice tits.
"Thank you. I told you a man's opinion would help. Oh. I didn't mean to be rude. I'm Lynn."
"You're not being rude. I'm pleased to meet you, Lynn. My name is Chris."
"And I'm please to meet you Chris. I don't mean to impose, but I have a couple of other outfits I'd like to try out. I'm not sure which ones would be best. Can you give some more help? Am I keeping you from anything?"
"You're not imposing. It's the summer slowdown, so I'm taking the opportunity to get out of the office for a couple of hours. I was looking for some outfits for my fiancée, but I don't mind like helping you out instead."
"As long as I'm not keeping you from anything. I really appreciate it. Stay right there. I'll be right back."
She was careless about closing the curtains when she entered the dressing room. There was a gap of five or six inches. She undressed with her back was to the curtain. When she unfastened her bra, Chris was standing off to the side, getting a good view. She changed into one of the white bras and matching panties. Chris got a good shot of her bare ass when she removed the black panties. What an ass. Turning around she adjusted the cups over her breasts.
She finished putting on the skirt, matching jacket, cream color blouse, and rejoined Chris. He helped her back on the pedestal. In the close confines one of her breasts brushed his arm. Back on the pedestal she repeated the process. She turned around facing the mirrors.
She smoothed the fabric over her hips and asked, "What do you think about this one?"
"I like it. But it may be a little tight. And I think there is a little of a panty line."
"You think? Let me see."
She turned around. She looked at the reflection of her ass in the mirror, and said, "You may be right. It does feel a little tight. I think I do see a panty line. I'll try another pair. See, that's why I need a man's opinion. I might not have noticed that on my own."
He replied in a lighthearted voice, "I guess we men just notice those things."
