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This story is about a very loving wife who cuckolds her husband. If you do not enjoy cuckolding stories then you should not read this story. Do not complain later that you dont like the subject matter.
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Finally! Our exit appeared on the side of the road. We drove four hours to get there from our home in San Fransisco. Sara's feet were on the dashboard, her muscular legs displayed. Even after four wonderful years of marriage, I still felt "Wow!" every time I looked at her sexy body. We were still madly in love with each other.
We met through work six years ago. Sara was 21 and I was 29. She was a fashion designer and seamstress at a large formal clothing store near my office. I worked as a consultant at a prestigious site security contractor.
I was well qualified after spending twelve years in the military as a base security specialist. As a captain, I was in charge of a large team of soldiers. About a year ago I got tired of the constant stress, exited the service, and entered the private sector.
Aside from work, I spent a lot of time at the gym. I enjoyed working out with weights. My six foot frame was in good shape with a four or six pack, depending on the season, and not huge, but quite visible muscles. I looked like an in-shape soldier. I also owned a sailboat that I kept in the bay and slept on almost every weekend.
My company decided to purchase new matching suits with logos, to wear to customer sites and conferences. Sara's clothing store was chosen to produce our suits.
I headed over on a Monday after work. When I entered the store, I couldn't believe my eyes. The attendant was stunningly gorgeous.
She called out with a Spanish accent, "Hello. Please have a look around. I'll be with you in a minute." She walked around for about three minutes, organizing a few things near me.
She was short, only five three, but at least five six with her strappy, white high heels. Her dark brown latina hair flowed in loose waves about half-way down her back. She wore a pair of tight, white, pinstriped, business pants that showed off her very full bubble butt. Her pink button up business shirt was knotted over her hourglass waist, just above her belly button.
Her shirt buttons were only closed up to the bottom of her visible lacey bra. Each breast was held up gloriously in the underwire cups. This woman's chest was easily the greatest thing I had ever seen in my whole life. In the opening of her shirt, she had the bounciest cleavage in human history. Yet somehow they retained full firm shape at the same time, if that makes any sense. I would later find out they were 34Ds.
Sara eventually asked me, "How can I help you?" She explained that the tailor who was in charge of the men's half of the store had to leave for a personal emergency, but she would try to help me.
We figured out that I needed measurements for a custom made suit. She said, "I have never measured a man before, but I can try if you want."
Sara had me stand on a small raised platform. In her hand she had one of those soft cloth measuring tapes that tailors use. She held one end by my heel and raised the opposite end with her other hand.
She was raising her hand up my inner leg, but stopped abruptly near my knee. She looked at me and said, "How tight do you want the pants, uh, you know, like, here?" giggling and waving her hand over my crotch. Her innocence was adorable.
I asked, "What do you recommend?"
She said, "Well, I really like the more tight modern european look. It kind of shows off your, well, you know." She laughed.
I said laughing, "Okay, then make it show me off."
She started to measure again, but then stopped for a second time near my knee. She said, "So, uh, to make the pants tighter, I think I have to really measure, get kind of, like, uh, I just don't want you getting offended. I need you to..."
I laughed and said, "It's okay, relax.
I won't get offended. What do you need me to do? Tell you what. You are totally in control. I'll do whatever you say, no questions asked. Do exactly what you want."
Sara looked at me nervously and said, "Okay, I guess there has to be a first time," laughing.
She went back to measuring. My legs were apparently too close together. She assertively said, "Spread 'em!" I moved my legs apart a little bit. She gave a slap on the inside of my knee and repeated, "I said spread 'em."
I moved my legs further apart. She lifted the tape forcefully upwards. My balls got wedged between my body and the back of her hand. She seemed to leave her hand there far longer than necessary. She looked up at me and said with an evil giggle, "Thirty one."
I gasped! I definitely was not expecting that. She said, "Ok, let me measure the other leg, just incase they are different lengths. Are you okay?"
I was more than okay, and she was definitely about to find out. I suddenly had that aroused feeling a man gets right before an erection.
She got the tape measure ready and started to put it to my heel, but then stopped suddenly. She looked straight forward at my tent and smiled. She abruptly switched hands and put one hand with the measuring tape, right up under my crotch. She pushed up quite hard. She moved the other end of the tape to my heel with her other hand. By starting on the crotch end, her hand ended up pressing up against my balls for an extended period.
Next she stood up in front of me and wrapped the tape measure around my back at waist level. Because I was on a six inch platform, my waist was higher than usual. As she reached around me, I watched her boobs almost press against my bulge, but they didn't actually touch. She brought the two ends together in the front, clearly avoiding my now full erection. She said, giggling, "34 inches."
The sound of the bell on the front door jingled. Two college age girls walked in. Sara told me, "Stay right here," and excused herself. "Hi ladies. How can I help you?"
They replied that they were picking up some dresses. Sara showed them to some seats near the platform I was standing on. My boner was utterly on full display.
The girls sat down right in front of me. Sara said, "Don't worry about him. We were just doing some measurements, but he can obviously wait. I'll be right back with your dresses." Sara reminded me not to move as she walked away.
The two girls laughed to each other and blatantly stared at my erection. Knowing they were staring, of course, made me harder. One of my favorite porn categories had always been CFNM. They both took out their phones and, despite trying to act discretely, it was obvious they each took several pictures. A minute later Sara called out, "Tim, come help me carry these please."
I felt humiliated to walk in front of these girls with my big bulge. I went to the back of the store where Sara handed me two long dresses. Sara commented, "Oh, look at that. It's still," she paused, laughing, "Ready!"
I carried the dresses to the front with Sara following. The girls stared as I walked out. Sara told me, "Go stand back on the platform please."
The girls watched as I walked away. One of them commented to Sara, "Wow, he's quite the hot model!" as I stepped up on the platform, facing away. My boner was still causing a giant tent in my pants.
Sara called out sternly, "Hands on your hips. We can't see you. Face this way!" Sara commented to the girls, "Hot and he really does listen well too."
Once of the girls replied, "I need one of those. Where can I get one?" The three of them laughed.
The girls paid and took one more look at me before leaving. They both burst out laughing hysterically as they exited the store. Sara came over and laughingly said, "Well, the girls sure seemed to like you. I guess you weren't kidding that I could be in charge. Ok, where were we? Oh yeah, hands on your head. That makes your stomach a bit thinner for the waist measurement."
I put my hands on my head. Sara stood in front of me and laughed as she wrapped the tape measure around my waist and put the two ends together right above my tent. Her tits lightly brushed against my bulge. She looked at me and smiled knowingly, saying, "Oh, excuse me. There's not much space."
"34," she announced and jotted it down on a paper. She continued to measure my upper body. My cock was hard the entire time. On the platform I had a constant view down her shirt. Her breasts continuously jiggled.
Sara looked into my eyes perplexed and sighed, "Hmmm." She walked a circle around me, eyeing me with fascination. "You work out a lot, dont you?" I started to respond but she cut me off, putting her finger to her mouth, saying, "Shhhh!"
She stood infront of me on the platform and stepped in close, placing one hand on my chest. But then a streak of nervousness hit her as she stepped back.
