Summary:
A groom-to-be acquires a tuxedo jacket that increases his confidence around men and women.
The Tux - the day before
part one of a series
Robert woke up the day before his wedding with a headache.
His wife-to-be, Carmen, had been nagging him all night about their company's finances. He felt they should expand, and she was worried they were stretched too thin. This was to be expected, as it was actually her family's company, and he was about to marry into it. He already held a high-ranking position, but a marriage would change several dynamics. He was afraid the bedroom was one of them.
"Honey," shouted Carmen from downstairs. "Don't forget to pick up your tux and the rings today..." This was her way, almost treating him like a child.
"Yes, dear," was the automatic response. His financial gain from this marriage - her family's idea - was enough to make this exercise tolerable. Sit in the shadows, do his job, collect the dough, deal with the rest. Yet a small part of his brain was consistently nudging him to grow a little backbone, take a risk, rock the boat.
By the time he got downstairs, she was already gone. Wedding prep, he figured. He grabbed a cup of coffee and glanced at her reminder note. Sigh.
He got to the tux shop at 10am on the dot, just as it was opening. The gentleman who fitted him originally wasn't there, but a young brunette was behind the counter, maybe his daughter - similar features, nametag said "Amy".
"Hi, Amy!" he said casually as he approached the counter. "I'm here to pickup my tux."
Amy looked up from her schedule. "Ah, yes. Mr. Davis. Your bride called just moments ago. I believe it's ready. Let's go try it on, shall we?"
Robert followed Amy's shapely rear to the fitting area, a small raised area with 3 mirrors. "Shoes and jacket off please."
As she helped him slide the tux jacket on, he felt a small tingle across his shoulders and down his back. He looked at her reflection in the mirror and he could have swore she glowed for just a second. As she fussed with the fit and sleeves, he felt a surge of confidence - like anything was possible.
"Looks good," reported Amy. "Let's put the pants on. The changing room is right there."
The words were out before he could stop them. "No, I'll just change here." Amy registered no shock or dismay, she simply nodded. Probably seen it all, he thought. As he slid off his slacks, a hint of an erection was visible in his boxers. Amy seemed to be looking right at it. Then she looked up, stepped up onto the platform in front of him, put one hand on his crotch and said "Would you like some help with that?"
His first thought was "on your knees and suck it", but he said nothing - just stared into those hazel eyes.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" she replied.
What? He knew he said it internally, yet she was acting as if he had said it out loud.
"Suck it." It was barely a whisper.
A quick spark flashed in her eye. "Of course."
Without looking down, Amy slowly lowered herself to her knees and fished out his rapidly growing cock. Still looking him in the eyes, she took it in her mouth and began bobbing up and down.
"Hands behind your back." Again not much more than a whisper but stronger and louder than before. Amy linked her hands behind her and continued sucking. His cock was fully hard now. She was still looking at him, and he was tempted to look away, but held her gaze.
It only took a few minutes and he was ready. Without thinking, he put one hand on the back of her head. In a normal voice, he announced "I'm going to cum." She blinked once in acknowledgment. With a slight jerk, and holding her head steady, he came in her mouth. She continued sucking and holding eye contact. After a few more spasms, he saw her swallow. He removed his hand and took a small step back. Amy seemed to just float to a standing position.
"My name is Amitryllis. I am a minor goddess of relationships. I am tasked with presenting this jacket to those I feel need confidence. Anyone who wears it will feel a boost to their energy, hormones, libido, strength and voice. On men, it tends to increase the ability to "handle" women, as you've discovered." She gave a small smile. "It will also enhance your leadership and charisma around men.
I am immune to it's abilities, but I like to demonstrate it's possibilities.
When your bride called, I could sense that there was some tension in your relationship. I hope this jacket helps."
Robert just stood there, half-dressed, stunned, cock limp and dripping and forgotten. Was this a joke? Something she repeated to make her feel better about what she had done? Yet she had read his mind. A lucky guess?
"How do I know this is real?"
"You felt the tingle when you put it on, correct?" she asked simply. "You felt the nudge in your brain, in your heart, in your whole body. I encourage you to wear the jacket at all times, for the rest of the weekend. You will soon feel its full effects. Finish dressing. The rest of your suit will fit you perfectly, I promise." She headed for the front counter.
As if in slow-motion, Robert put his pants and shoes on. He looked at his suit jacket hanging on a hook, then looked at the tux jacket and himself in the mirror. It fit perfectly. He felt another surge of energy and confidence, and noticed his posture was improved. He stepped off the pedestal and headed for the counter.
"Thank you," he said simply. "I'm going to leave my suit jacket here, and retrieve it next week."
"Of course. You're welcome. And good luck tomorrow," she responded with a smile.
Fifteen minutes later, Robert arrived at the jewelry store. It was attached to a shopping mall, but with a separate entrance. A middle-aged blonde in impeccable dress was arranging items in the nearest case. "Good morning. I'm here to pick up some wedding rings." He addressed her directly.
She looked up and saw his confident smile and demeanor. "Hello. I'm Rebecca, the store manager. What name are they under?"
"Robert Davis."
"I'll be right back." She turned and plucked a small box off the nearby workspace, checking the tag. "These should be it." Then she hesitated, and with a small grin, asked "Would you like to examine them in one of our private viewing rooms?"
Robert felt the tingle across his back, and in his fingers. "Of course. Lead the way."
She guided him thru a gap in the display, then thru a partition behind the workspace area. There were three doors marked "Viewing" and Rebecca opened the nearest one, sliding the door marker from "Open" to "Occupied". Inside was a small table, lamp, magnifier and two chairs across from each other.
She took one chair and indicated the other. "Have a seat." As she sat, he noticed her skirt rise up a few inches, exposing the end of thigh-high stockings. As he took the seat across, she already had the rings out and was leaning over the table to show him in the lamplight and under the magnifier. She suddenly seemed to have a generous amount of cleavage.
"As you can see," she began, "her ring is a 10-carat square stone, with two 3-carat stones on either side, on a 24-carat gold band. Your ring is also 24-carat gold, with five 2-carat stones in a line. Here, try it on." She handed it over and sat back in her chair. She had a lovely face and impressive curves.
He liked her confident easy manner and mature figure. His fingers and cock began to tingle. He got an idea. "This fits perfectly. There's something else I want to test the fit for." He stood up, stepped over to her, and unzipped his fly. She watched his hands and crotch carefully. His growing erection pressed against his shorts. "I want to test the fit of my cock in your mouth and pussy."
She sat up, her face level with his bulge. She fished out his hard cock and said, "So do I," and took it all the way in her mouth. It was a perfect fit.
With age comes experience - and Rebecca was experienced. No adolescent fumbling, no embarrassed gestures. She sucked and stroked with one hand while the other disappeared under her skirt. After a couple minutes of well-practiced tongue work, she stood up, lifted her skirt, slid down her panties and leaned against the small table. "Let's see if it fits here as well," she growled. Her pussy was dripping and Robert lined up his cockhead with her wet slit.
"Only use my pussy to get it wet. That's my "husband hole". Handsome strangers get my ass."
Robert tapped his cock on her ass to show he understood, then slid his cockhead up and down her slit.
Once it was slick with her cunt juice, he positioned the head against her tight rosebud.
In one smooth motion he buried himself to the hilt. Rebecca gasped and gripped the table harder. "Oh fuck yes. So deep."
He grabbed her long hair and pulled her head back, while slowly sliding his cock out to the tip.
"Hang on tight," he whispered in her ear, then slammed back into her ass. Another gasp, and before she could catch her breath, he pulled back and slammed in again. Each thrust brought another gasp as he pulled her back onto him. They fell into a hard rhythm of pull-thrust-gasp. The little table rocked under Rebecca's desperate grip. The lamp fell over, creating unreal shadows in the tiny room. After several long minutes, he pulled her back one last time and exploded inside her. She gasped "AAAHHHHH" and came as well, shuddering under him. They held that pose as both orgasms continued. He finally released her hair and pulled out, and she collapsed onto the table. Cum dripped out of her asshole and down her legs and off the tip of his rapidly deflating cock.
He tucked his cock back in his pants, zipped up, took the ring boxes off the floor where they had fallen and said, "thanks for the fitting. I'll leave you to tidy up," and stepped out the tiny door onto the showroom floor. Heads swiveled in his direction, but he appeared as composed as judge.
