My wife Sue is 52 and works as a real estate agent for a firm you've probably heard of. It's been the perfect career for her because she loves to be in charge. She plans everything, which is nice because I tend to fly by the seat of my pants.
Sue has short blond hair, is about 5'6", 125 pounds with a nice set of fake tits, 36c. She got the tits because she was working out so much earlier in her life her natural breasts, which were nice and perky, seemed to vanish, replaced by firm muscle. She's not so muscled up you'd call her a bodybuilder, but she could pass for a fitness model. When she wears a skirt, a jacket with the blouse unbuttoned just above the bra clasp and high heels she is stunning. It sells a lot of houses. In a swimsuit, she still has the defined biceps that make her look so sexy she always gets a lot of looks. Plus a nice tan to complete the package.
We had always enjoyed a great sex life. She was adventurous from the get-go, willing to have sex outside when we were younger, not necessarily in public but she was bold that way. In hotels, away from home, she wouldn't mind being nude in front of open windows, knowing that someone may be watching her. In short, she had the confidence that comes with taking care of her body and being successful on the job. But it was always between us, never with outsiders. That was going to change soon enough.
But there was one area where things weren't going as well as she liked. I'm a couple years older than Sue and things gradually stopped working as well as they used to. I tried all the pills but nothing seemed to help. Slowly, I could tell her satisfaction was waning. One night she pulled out a large vibrator I had never seen before and asked if I would use it on her, which of course I did. As I was maneuvering it around I was thinking how hot it was that Sue went to a sex shop on her own and picked it out. I wondered how long she spent there. Did she ask questions of the clerk? We live in a modest sized town where real estate agents are minor celebrities so I wondered if anyone had recognized her. "Oh yes, right there, right there," she moaned as I found the spot and pushed a button to adjust the vibration.
After she came I asked her my questions. She was sincere. "Honey, I don't want to hurt your feelings but there are certain things I need. That's why I got the vibrator. I was going to tell you but I didn't know how it would go over so I just thought to bring it out while we were in bed together."
We discussed my condition and she told me how much she loved me and wanted to be with me forever and this was just a small thing she needed, like I needed to go fishing.
Then the words came that would change our lives.
"Of course, I would never seek out the real thing. Unless you were OK with it."
The room was dark so she couldn't see the expression on my face at those words. Wow. Her with another man? It's not like I hadn't thought of that before, I mean, her standing in those windows showing off her body to strangers (perhaps) was a turn-on for me in a big way. I loved it. But it was fantasy. Until now.
"You haven't been with another man yet, right?" I asked gingerly.
"No, sweetie, of course not. I would never without your full knowledge and agreement. You could even pick him out for us."
I sat up on my elbows and faced her. "Where is this coming from?"
Then she sighed and told me how she was showing a house to one of her clients, a very sexy older woman not unlike herself who came to the showing with a man about 15 years her junior. Sue said she wasn't sure how to broach the subject of who the man was, boyfriend or husband? Eventually the woman noticed Sue's apprehension and took her aside and explained the man was her lover but that she had permission from her husband to play. Sue said her response was to ask if that really happened. The client told her "oh yes, you'd be surprised how much it does. People's needs change as they get older. My husband and I have been married 34 years. I still need certain things. He can't always provide them. So we worked it out like adults who love each other deeply."
Sue said she was shocked but intrigued. Later that day while closing up the house she said she stripped naked and lay on the homeowners' large mahogany dining room table and masturbated herself to a crushing orgasm thinking about the client and her younger lover and what they would do together. Then she got dressed and went to our local sex shop. She said she sat in the parking lot for some time contemplating whether it was safe to go in (for the reasons I mentioned earlier, being recognized the biggie). There were other cars in the lot so she was sure some people were in there. Maybe somebody she had sold a house to, or worse, even worked with. She told me the more she thought about it the hotter it made her. What if someone did recognize her and word spread about where she was? She said she had never thought of herself in that way before, that other men might desire her beyond the mere fact that she was a "woman." She told me she looked in the rearview mirror and fixed her make-up. She looked at her blouse, very white and very professional. It was sheer enough she had to wear a thin tank top underneath. Right then she decided to remove the tank top and her bra. She put the blouse back on and tried to see just how see-through it was, which was difficult in the car. What the hell? She decided not to put the jacket back over it. What they saw, they saw.
Sue told me she grabbed her purse and headed into the sex shop. It was on a busy street near the mall, a strange location, but she said that made it all the more exciting. She walked across the parking lot, her high heels clicking on the asphalt, the cool air of the evening causing her nipples to pop and strain against the thin material of the blouse. As she reached for the door a man came out. He was older, maybe 60 or so.
"Let me get the door for you, Miss," he said and held it for her, eyeing her nipples as she breezed by him.
"Oh my god, that felt so sexy," she told me. "I saw his eyes looking right at my chest. He didn't care that I knew!" I chuckled at that. Yes, that's who we are, isn't it?
Once inside she said the young clerk behind the counter acknowledged her with a "hello" and she said "hi" back and turned down an aisle to start browsing and see what was available. Frankly, she wasn't quite sure why she was there, she told me. Then she said it was for a vibrator. Of which there were many. Not having done any research she was at a loss to know which one to get. Until the young clerk came over.
"Can I help you find something?" he asked her. The clerk was maybe 22 with blondish hair and a slight build, some razor stubble on his still boyish face.
She said she was startled and hemmed and hawed at first but then found her confidence.
"Yes, I'm looking for a vibrator and really don't know what to look for."
The young guy was professional.
"Well, are you looking for size, something to fill you up, or just something to make you feel all warm and satisfied?"
She said his eyes never left hers. Sue was firm in her answer.
"I want something to fill me up."
"In that case, many of my customers like the 'Black Beauty.'" He reached for a 10-inch vibrator from the display that was jet black and veiny. "It has multiple speeds and vibrations. Even an add-on to stimulate the clit. Always a pleaser."
"OK, I'll take," said Sue, starting to get a bit nervous. She said she fought with herself to overcome it, to remember that she was used to being in charge, getting what she wanted, and making others follow her lead. That bucked her up a bit.
"Great, follow me to the register and I'll ring you up."
The clerk walked back to the register holding the big black vibrator for Sue. Just then a man walked up holding a collar and blindfold to purchase. The clerk was polite.
"Let me ring him up first and then I'll take care of you, OK?" he said to my wife. Sue nodded and waited her turn while the clerk set the vibrator on the counter. The other customer looked at it and then turned to Sue.
"Wow, that's the biggest vibe I've ever seen. You must mean business."
Sue smiled at him and nodded at his purchase. "Who's the lucky lady that gets to wear those?"
"My wife. She's very submissive. Does everything I tell her to, no matter what. She used to have so-so orgasms. Now, it's shooting stars every time. Ever thought about submitting?"
Sue was taken aback by the question.
"Um, no. No, I haven't."
"Maybe you should. A hot lady like you would look great in a collar and hand-cuffs."
"Well, thank you. I will take that under advisement."
"Also, those headshots of you in the Sunday paper don't do you justice. You are much sexier than that."
Sue said she was flabbergasted, not knowing what to do. The man said nothing more, taking his purchase and leaving. But the clerk was curious.
"Headshots in the paper? What's he talking about?"
Sue hesitated but felt tingles in her pussy at the thought that someone knew. She wasn't prepared to tell anyone her profession but didn't want to be rude.
"Oh, um, well I sell houses and, you know, they put our picture in the paper with the real estate ads." Sue said her nipples got harder than they've ever been at that revelation to a stranger.
"Cool! I'm going to buy a Sunday paper and tell my friends I sold a 'Black Beauty' to that lady!" The clerk chuckled to himself and then handed Sue her change. "Don't worry, lady. We keep our clients' confidentiality sacred. Your secret is safe with me." Then he looked directly at her nipples, staring. "Too bad it's just a headshot."
Sue glanced down at her own chest and saw her nipples sticking out profusely, their darkness clearly visible. She fought her nervousness. Or was it desire?
"Well, thank you. I appreciate the discretion. I may want to come back."
"If you do, you should try the video booths. Lots of fun happens there."
Sue thanked him for the suggestion.
"Does this come with batteries?" she asked him.
"No, those are separate. But, I'll tell you what. Because you wore that top with no bra and let everyone see your nipples, I'll give them to you for free."
Sue blushed. "I wasn't sure how this top looked without anything underneath."
"Trust me, it's amazing. That top is pretty see-through and you seem to be a little aroused. Maybe a lot aroused."
Sue took the batteries and smiled at the clerk.
"Yes, I am. I've never done something like this before. I like it."
