On the way to the mall I asked if she knew what she was going to get.
"I have some ideas. What do you think about role playing tonight?"
"Did you have something in particular in mind?"
"What do think of this? Since we are kind of stating over, you know, changing our relationship, what if we acted out a wedding scene where I'm vowing to be a good slut wife and you're vowing to be a faithful, slut loving husband? It's our wedding night and Tom's there to ensure that the first time you fuck your new wife her pussy is stretched out and sloppy with another man's jizz."
"That would be really hot," I told her, "and what a great way to add an official touch to you being a slut."
"We could even use Tom as the preacher," I said, While you get ready this evening I could write our vows."
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. We arrived at the mall minutes later. "In spite of white being the official color for virgins," she said, "I want to dress in white, so for starters I'll need some white high heels."
This was a big mall and there were several shoe stores. We started at one end and entered the first one we came to. Nicole glanced around and said it wasn't right without any explanation. "I want to go in first and you can watch through the window. If I like the feel I'll motion you to come in, but don't act like you know me." I wondered what she was up to, but thought it might have something to do with the fact that she was wearing a very short mini. I'd never seen it before and wondered if Tom had taken her shopping.
The next shoe store was also a no-go, but when I watched her in the third one I saw her up close to a cute sales guy, telling him something and then sitting in one of the chairs there for fitting. He appeared to be the only employee in the small store. She signaled me and I entered. The guy said he would be with me in a minute. I replied I was just browsing and he could take his time. I watched peripherally as he measured her foot. Nicole made no effort at being ladylike. With the shortness of her dress it was obvious he was seeing her panty clad beaver. She flashed her "I'm a slut" smile every time he made eye contact. I felt like an intruder. When he went in the back to find pairs for her to try on she looked and gave me a hand gesture shoeing me out (pun intended).
I found a bench to sit on that gave me a partial view of her. He went back and forth getting more pairs for her to try on. They laughed together and I could only imagine the conversation. "What a nice beaver you have there." "Oh do you think so; would you like to pet it."
Whatever was being said, it worked, because I saw the guy come to the front door and hang a "Back in a Minute" sign. Then I watched the two of them head to a back room." They were gone for a good half an hour, and when she finally emerged from the store with a bag full of shoe boxes, she announced that the shoes were free. She had that smile women have after getting good cock.
When I looked her in the eye she said, "Let's go to the food court so you can cop a feel of my panties while we sit and eat."
As we sat with our plates of Chinese food, she told me about how easy it was to get the guy to fuck her, spreading wider with each try on until he commented that the view was spectacular and how he had a feeling the shoes she wanted would be on sale. "I ended up getting two pairs, one for each load," she said, as she guided my hand between her legs, to the soppy mess. I brought my wet fingers to my nose for a sniff and marveled at good they smelled. "I need to head to the restroom and clean up a little when we're done eating. We have more shopping to do."
I panicked when she pulled me into the bridal shop. She saw my look and said, "Don't worry, I only want a cheap veil. I'll buy a white mini at Walmart or something and I've already got white stockings and garter that Tom bought me. With the shoes being free, you're getting off easy." I was frugal, still having a truck to pay off.
We finished shopping and went home. Nicole's first order of business was to call Tom. She let me listen to her end of the conversation.
"Yes, he's fine with it. He can't wait. I told him everything, including how I'm your whore now. He loves the idea."
"Don't worry about it; he knows your cock does things his cock never will."
"Yes, I told him you're very dominant and that he's to do what he's told. Trust me. He wants this as bad as we do. His little weenie gets rock hard when I tell him this stuff. He's like some of the other husbands you've told me about, very submissive and agreeable."
"That's why I'm calling. I came up with an idea for our first encounter. We want to roll play a wedding scene with really kinky vows. We were thinking you could play the preacher."
"Ooh, I like that even better. Definitely bring him, then you can play the best man, since you obviously are."
"Great. See you about eight"
She hung up and looked at me grinning. "Well, fill me in," I said, excitedly, impatience dripping from my words.
"He's bringing a friend."
"Oh. That's weird."
"Not really. I told you he plans on turning me out. It's just starting sooner than we thought. But how hot, right. And he said his friend will take care of the vows. That way it'll be a nice surprise for us."
"I feel a little entrapped," I told her.
She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes and said, "You are Baby, but I guarantee when you see me in action it's going to make you so hot you may never have a soft cock again. Now, you need to finish cleaning up the shoe guy's mess and then I need to start getting ready. You still have the tux your father bought you, right."
I did, though I always thought it was a ridiculous purchase and that I may never wear it after my wedding.
Over the next couple of hours we readied ourselves for the evening ahead.
When we came together for a view of our "costumes" I was astonished at Nicole's appearance. She was right about only needing a veil from the bridal shop. Under that was her spaghetti strap, white, super short, satin mini dress, and under that her white stockings, garter and white high-heals. The whiteness was like a parody on purity, which was now in her rear view mirror. She looked like a slut who was ready to get married, but not ready to stop being a slut.
"I don't remember if I've said this to you before, but my secret fantasy has always been to be married to a woman who can't say no to a handsome man wanting some pussy."
"In that case, with Tom's help I'm going to make you a very happy husband. And, now that I know what I like, I'm going to be the happiest wife around. I love you and I'll love being a good slut for you."
We dined on soup and sandwiches, neither of us having much of an appetite with our lustful anticipation of the evening to come. We talked about our chosen role-play for the evening.
"What do you think the vows will be like," I asked.
"If I know Tom, and I kind of do now, at least his kinky side, the vows will be all about you accepting that I'm a slut now. He might even throw in something about him having a controlling interest in my pussy. Remember, it's all just a role play."
"It is, but isn't it also kind of an outline for moving forward?"
"I think it is. By the way, you look great in your tux, but I have a suggestion.
