This story involves wife sharing if you're not into that particular genre please feel free to check the archives for something more your speed.
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I'll never understand how department stores or online fashion retailers can operate the way they do and still make a profit. My wife Nikki loves ordering clothes and then changing her mind and returning them. Some of these higher end department stores will even let you return things a year or so later! Online retailers spring for the return shipping without hesitation. I'd imagine they have to mark up their products an insane amount to compensate for all the flighty women who carelessly buy and return items.
Either way this story is about my Nikki's pile of returns to Nordstrom's. Nikki likes to buy things online from Nordstrom's and then misplace the free return shipping label. So then she lets these items pile up on a loveseat in our house until she can make a trip to the nearest branch to return it all. For us that's about an hour trip so Nikki doesn't go very often. When she does go it's a huge amount of stuff and she usually gets a couple grand back in refunds. The whole process drives me absolutely nuts but it's "just shopping" to her.
I'd already settled on my own plans for the day when Nikki said she wanted to go take care of her returns so she'd be going solo. She looked pretty goddamn sexy in her pleated skirt, heels and a black top that made no efforts to cloak the cleavage created by her big tits. She'd done up her hair and makeup and looked as stunning as she would have on our date nights. I groped her a bit and kissed her before she left.
When Nikki got there, the female clerk at the returns desk had a bit of an attitude about some of the returns. (Apparently she shared my aforementioned concerns on the matter.)
Right off the bat the clerk started setting aside a bunch of high-dollar items that were from the last fashion season.
"All of these items are on clearance now so we can only refund the clearance prices." She told Nikki. That would be about 40% the original price!
Nikki went from zero to bitch quicker than you could snap your fingers. "No, I'm sorry but that won't work. I have all my receipts here and I paid full price for all these items."
Nikki said this was the first time she's ever met any resistance on any of her returns before. Overhearing the exchange an attractive younger man in a suit stepped up to the counter on Nikki's side and asked if he could be of assistance. Nikki caught him briefly running his gaze across her cleavage. He was a manager and as the clerk informed him of the situation his face turned to a bit of a grimace.
"I've returned things like this before without this trouble...?" Nikki pled her case.
"Yes, unfortunately mam, some of our return policies have had to change..." He trailed off.
"I'm sorry that just won't do..." Nikki said as his gaze lingered on her tits again. He looked away guiltily she caught him staring.
"Andrea, do you want to clear this stuff out and I'll take a look at what we can do here." He gestured to the part of the pile not in question and walked around to the clerk's side of the desk.
The clerk loaded the stuff up into a cart and disappeared to the back carrying a handful of hangers.
If you haven't read my other stories like "Sextortion" or "Buying a New RV" it's important to note here that my Nikki has open permission to fuck whoever she wants as long as she comes back home to me and tells me about it. She does so often and usually gets some kind of benefit out of it besides the obvious sexual one.
Nikki eyed him up and down and decided what the outcome would be right then and there. She popped open one more button on her top and leaned forward resting her big tits on the high counter between them.
He tapped away at the keyboard of the computer a bit before she asked his name. Nikki adopted a more sultry tone and demeanor. His name was Michael and he was the Floor Manager. The question had the desired effect of drawing his attention yet again up to her tits. This time Nikki smiled encouragingly when he looked up from them sheepishly.
"So...there's six of these items that just went on clearance this week and I can go ahead and refund those but some of this other stuff is pretty old now." He kept tapping at his screen and keyboard before listing the new total to be returned to her.
Nikki frowned playfully at the number.
"Are you sure there's nothing more you can do for me Michael?" She ran the tip of her middle finger up and back down the exposed skin of her right breast. Her voice dripped with sensuality. The way Nikki said his name sounded more like she was begging him to let her cum.
"I'm sorry...I...uh..." He trailed off again as the sound of it hit him.
"Is there a Mrs. Floor Manager Michael?" She asked brightly.
"Uh..." He stammered and she interrupted.
"Because if you're good to me on this little favor I could be very grateful to you too." She held eye contact as she ran her fingertip up and down her exposed cleavage again before putting one of her long fingernails in her mouth.
Michael looked flustered so Nikki cut in again, being even more blatant. She reached over and picked up his hand taking it between hers.
"Do me the favor of making these returns...at full price...and I'll do you a favor in that dressing room." She gestured toward the nearby door.
His face turned from a look of confusion to a half smile.
