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“Oh, I think I should get a pair of those,” my wife said with a laugh as she pointed to the handcuffs in the shop window.
“Only if you want me to use them on you,” I said.
We had just finished eating at an Italian restaurant in Soho, where we had consumed a bottle each of their house red. As we left Lynn had suggested we have a look around in the sex shops in the area. She had been saying for a while that we should do something to spice up our sex lives a little, and maybe we could find something here to give us some ideas.
I had been a little worried when she began to voice concerns over what we did in bed together. We had been married now for six years and I still desired her as much as I did on the first day we met. We still made love two or three times a week, as we always had, and I couldn’t see the problem. Lynn had told me that she was bored with doing it the same way all the time, always in bed, always as a prelude to going to sleep. She told me that we ought to try to broaden our horizons, be more open-minded about things. If this just meant buying a few gadgets or sexy clothes in a shop then I wasn’t bothered at all. In fact I wished that I had thought of it myself earlier.
“Do you want to have a look inside?” I asked.
“Yeah. Let’s go in,” Lynn replied, opening the door as I followed behind her.
The shop was filled on one side with accessories such as handcuffs, dildos, vibrators and whips, while the other side featured an array of clothing. There were all sorts of different costumes; French maid outfits, nurses’ uniforms, leather and PVC gear. Lynn immediately went over to this section and began to browse through the racks, which didn’t surprise me, as I knew she always loved to dress up.
There were three other customers in the shop. They were all male and all looked furtively at us when we walked in the door. I supposed that they were fearful that someone they knew might catch them in here. As soon as they had seen that we were strangers, they went back to browsing through the goods, although I noticed that two of them kept making surreptitious glances at my wife, especially whenever she bent over slightly to check the price labels on the outfits. Lynn was wearing a short dress that rode high up her thighs as she leaned forward, exposing the tops of her fully fashioned seamed nylon stockings.
The man who ignored her was fairly old and content to flick through some pornographic magazines near the door. The other two men were both between about thirty and forty years old. One was stocky and muscular with a shaven head, while the other was thin with long hair and a goatee. They were both far more interested in my wife than in what the store had to offer. I began to wonder whether many women came into shops like this, whether it was unusual enough that the men stared. I was about to tell Lynn that they were trying to peek up her dress when she suddenly turned towards me holding an outfit attached to a clothes hangar. I couldn’t really tell what kind of outfit it was, only that it was black and seemed to be made of satin.
“I’m going to try it on,” she said.
“What, here?”
“Why not? There must be a changing room somewhere,” Lynn walked over towards the pay desk before I could reply.
“Excuse me,” she said to the man behind the counter. “Is it okay if I try this on?”
The assistant was in his late twenties, unshaven and rough looking. He looked her up and down for a moment then told her she could use the stockroom round the back.
“You don’t have a changing room then?” she asked.
“No. Normally we just get husbands in here buying stuff for their wives, or their girlfriends, or whatever. We don’t sell clothes much in here anyway. People tend to get them from catalogues these days.”
I almost laughed when I heard this. He wasn’t much of a salesman. But then I suppose he wasn’t the owner of the place and he was probably only getting minimum wage anyway. I was about to tell Lynn that we could buy something like that from the Internet, when she suddenly walked around the counter and asked the guy to show him where the stockroom was. Before I could stop her, the assistant had opened the gate at the counter and ushered her to the stockroom. Then he opened the door for her and let her through to a dimly lit room stacked with shelves. He then closed the door behind her and sat back down on his chair.
I stood next to the counter, making sure that he didn’t try to follow her in there while she was getting changed. A couple of minutes later Lynn popped her head around from behind the door and looked over to the assistant.
“There’s no mirror in here. How am I supposed to see what it looks like?” she asked.
“Over there. See? By the magazine section,” he replied pointing to a full-length mirror at the other end of the shop.
Lynn looked over at me for a moment then opened the door, revealing that she was dressed in a French maid’s outfit. It was incredibly short, leaving a gap of at least three inches from the hem of the dress to the tops of her stockings. It was also very low cut, the tops of her firm breasts jutting out, while her cleavage was visible beneath the ties at the front. I found it hard to believe that she would buy something like this, let alone try it on in a shop like this. I looked into her eyes and I could tell she was aroused. She gave me a quick glance then let out a deep breath and headed past the counter and down to the other end of the shop.
I walked a few steps behind her, looking at the reaction on the faces of the three men. Even the old man had dragged his eyes away from his magazines to look at her. The other two were no longer taking sly glances. They were staring at her brazenly, drooling almost. I couldn’t blame them really. I had never seen her look so hot and sexy. The outfit really suited her, the shiny black material matching her brunette hair. I felt my cock begin to stir as I followed behind her.
When she reached the mirror, she looked herself up and down then turned around to look at the back of the outfit and check the seams of her stocking were straight. As soon as I reached her she grabbed my arm.
“What do you think?” she whispered to me.
“You look amazing.”
“I know. God. I can’t believe I’m wearing it in front of all these people. As soon as I saw them all looking at me I got really wet. They must think I’m some kind of slut.”
“Are you going to buy it?” I asked, hoping she would say yes.
“Yeah, I think so. But I might…”
“What?”
“I thought I might try some other things on in here first.”
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” I said. “Those guys look like they’re about ready to ravish you.”
Lynn looked over her shoulder to see them all staring in her direction, lust in their eyes. Suddenly she bent over, running her hand along her calf to smooth her stockings. I couldn’t see her backside but I could tell by the men’s reactions that they had caught a good look at her. When she straightened up, she whispered to me, “Did they like what they just saw, do you reckon?”
“Jesus. What do you think? One of them was rubbing his cock through his pocket. What kind of underwear are you wearing?”
“Just a thong,” she replied, smiling at me.
“Oh my God,” I said. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “I think we’d better go.”
“Just one more. I Promise.”
“No, no. It’s too…”
“Oh come on,” my wife interrupted. “Remember what I said about spicing up our love life. Relax; it’s just a bit of fun.”
Before I could reply, Lynn headed back over to the clothes rack, leaving me standing by the mirror. A few seconds later she had picked out a shiny black latex outfit and was striding over to the counter.
“I want to buy the maid’s outfit, but can I try this on as well?”
“Sure,” the assistant replied with a leer. “Try on as much as you like.”
He let her through the gate and gazed at her ass as she walked into the stockroom. I figured this had to be the highlight of his week, if not his year. I didn’t think many women came in here at all, let alone parade themselves around in these sluttish outfits. For a moment I wondered if there might be a security camera in the stockroom. He could be filming her changing clothes in there. Maybe he would watch it later and masturbate. Maybe he would sell the video to some voyeuristic type perverts. To my surprise, I found myself really turned on at the idea of some guy jerking off while he watched my sexy wife taking her clothes off.
Lynn was in the stockroom for a few minutes this time, and when she came out I understood why she had taken so long. She was wearing the tightest dress I had ever seen. It fit her like a second skin, showing off the curves and contours of her body to its fullest effect. It was so tight that her breasts were pushed high up and threatened to spill out over the top. Her nipples were only just covered by the material. There were gaps in the material down the sides of the dress, from the hip to the very short hem. It was clear that she had taken off her bra and panties and was completely naked underneath, but kept on her seamed nylons and heels.
Lynn strode purposefully towards the mirror, her high heels accentuating the curves of her body as she walked. All the customers had by now given up all pretence of being interested in what the shop had to offer. They were only interested in my wife. At the mirror she put her hands on her hips and swayed her shoulders from side to side, the movement causing her the tops of her breasts to jiggle about. The three men and I were all standing together a few feet behind her. It was as if I wasn’t her husband at all, but merely another member of her captive audience. The old man had his hands in the pockets of his overcoat and it was obvious that he was rubbing his cock.
“Well, what do you think, guys?” she asked, turning towards the group of us. It wasn’t my opinion alone that she sought this time.
“Very sexy,” the stocky one spoke up. “Very fucking sexy.”
“Yeah,” the younger one said. “You look gorgeous.”
Lynn smiled at them then faced the old man. “And you? Do you think I look sexy in this?”
The man merely made grunting noises as he stared at her, the hand motions in his pockets speeding up, until he groaned suddenly and shuffled off to the exit.
“Oh my,” Lynn said. “It looks like it had the desired effect on him anyway.”
The two other men laughed while I looked at her in disbelief. She was acting like such a slut. She faced the three of us and began touching her dress, smoothing her hands up and down the material.
“Ooh, it feels really nice, this latex stuff. Rick, come here and feel it.”
I walked over to her and ran my hand along her hips. “Don’t you think this has gone far enough?” I whispered to her.
“Let me be the judge of that,” she whispered back, then raised her voice. “How about you guys. Do you know what latex feels like?”
The invitation was clear and the two men wasted no time approaching her. One of them placed his hands on her ass and began rubbing it, then down her nylon covered legs, while the other one laid his palm on her stomach, rising up until he cupped one of her breasts. They both made comments about how great it felt, how smooth and sexy the material was, but I’m sure we all knew that it was Lynn’s body that they were really talking about. I looked into her eyes. They were glazed with lust. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Here was my usually very prim and proper wife asking complete strangers to feel her up while she wore a latex outfit in a sex shop. Was this what she meant by spicing up our sex life? It was like some kind of dream, and I didn’t know whether I wanted to wake up from it or not.
“So?” Lynn stepped back from their groping hands. “What’s the verdict?”
“I don’t know,” said the one who had been touching her ass. “Maybe you should try on another outfit.”
“Yeah. They got plenty of other outfits you can try on,” the other one chipped in eagerly.
They were being pretty smart about it. They just wanted her to put on something even raunchier, hoping that they’d get to feel her up again.
“Well I like it. What do you think, Rick? Shall we buy this one, or shall I try some others on?”
“That one’s fine,” I said. “Let’s go.”
“Oh well, sorry guys. But he’s the one paying the bill,” Lynn laughed and walked back to the counter with me, the other two following close behind.
“Your taking that one as well?” the assistant asked. He looked a little aggrieved that he hadn’t been able to join in with the others groping my wife.
Lynn nodded and asked him to open the counter gate so she could take it off in the stockroom.
“Not going to wear it home then, huh?”
“That’s not a bad idea actually. What do you reckon, Rick?”
I shook my head in exasperation to which Lynn laughed out loud as she waited for the assistant to let her through. As soon as she was inside the stockroom I stood waiting by the counter until a minute or so later Lynn opened the door and peered round it.
“Uhm, I’ve got a bit of a problem,” she said with a hint of embarrassment. “I can’t undo the zipper. It’s stuck.”
“You need a hand?” the assistant asked.
“Please,” my wife said.
“Hey, wait,” I called out. “I’ll do it.”
“Sorry man,” the guy behind the counter said. “I can’t let customers round here.”
I expected Lynn to turn her back on the man so he could reach the zip through the door as she held it ajar, but she actually held the door wide open for him so he could step into the stockroom with her. Then she closed the door behind them, leaving me and the other two customers waiting for him to come out. The seconds passed slowly and after two minutes he was still inside with her. I couldn’t help but imagine what might be going on inside there and I wasn’t the only one.
“Perks of the job, huh?” the stocky customer said to the other guy.
“Yeah man,” he replied. “I wish I worked here.”
By now I was frantic to find out what was happening. I tried to force open the gate to get round the counter, but it wouldn’t budge. I was just about to kick it down when the door suddenly opened and the assistant came out, grinning from ear to ear, as he carried the latex outfit my wife had been wearing. When he saw the look on my face he quickly stopped smiling and bagged up the two items Lynn had worn. Seconds later she came out of the stockroom wearing her old dress and walked round the counter to stand beside me.
“You took it off right in front of him, didn’t you? You let him see you completely naked,” I whispered to her.
Lynn gave me a teasing smile but made no reply.
“Did he touch you?”
Her face flushed slightly as she gave an almost imperceptible nod. The thought of him in there with her, groping her naked body, caused my erection to strain against my jeans.
“What did he do to you?” I asked, but before she could reply, the assistant placed a bag on the counter and asked if I was paying by cash or credit card.
“Credit card,” I replied. How much is it?”
“One hundred and ninety five pounds,” he said.
I thought the price was a bit steep, and thought about arguing about it, but I wanted to get out of there quickly and find somewhere to be alone with my wife. I desperately wanted to fuck her as soon as possible.
The assistant must have sensed my misgivings about the cost of the two outfits so he suddenly said, “We got a special offer though. Spend over £150 and you get a free vibrator. Any of these ones here.” He pointed to a selection in the window frame under the counter.
I was going to tell him to forget about it but Lynn instantly began looking them over. After a while she pointed at a couple of them and asked the assistant if she could have a proper look at them. He leaned down, pulled two boxes from the shelf and then placed the vibrators onto the counter. One was very large, about 12 inches, and had a section at the bottom in the shape of a pair of balls where the battery was kept. The other was smaller but thicker and had ridges all the way around.
“Mmm, I like the look of that one,” my wife said. “How do you turn it on?”
“Here,” the guy pressed a button and it began to whirr into life, vibrating on the counter. He then did the same with the other one.
“I can’t decide which one to go for. I like the long one but I think it might be too much for me. I’ve never had anything that big inside me.”
The men all looked hungrily at her and I knew they wanted to fuck her as badly as I did.
“Why don’t you try it out?” the assistant suggested. “See which one you like best.”
“Can I? That’d be great.”
“Sure,” he said as he opened the counter gate to let her through once more.
As she picked up the vibrator and headed for the stockroom the assistant tried to close the counter gate, but I stopped him before he could do so.
“Uh-uh,” I said. “I’m not letting you join her in there again.”
“Don’t you want me to go in there and try it out then Rick?”
“No,” I said. “I don’t.”
“Okay. I’ll just try it out here then,” she said and suddenly sat on a desk behind the counter, raising her knees up so that her dress fell back around her waist, leaving her black seamed stockings suspenders and panties on show to all of us. Before I could say another word she had pulled her panties down around her ankles leaving her pussy open and bare before the four of us. Within seconds she had placed the tip of the vibrator at her entrance and then quickly plunged it inside her.
The assistant stood holding the counter gate beside me while we all watched avidly from the counter, as she lay sprawled out on the table, legs akimbo, with her hand pushing the vibrator in and out of her pussy. She began moving it back and forth, slowly at first, then with greater speed until she had all twelve inches inside her.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “It feels incredible. Oooh. I’ve definitely got to have more of this.”
I looked over and noticed the other two men behind the counter. Both of them had taken out their cocks and were now fisting themselves as they watched my wife acting the slut in front of them. I began to wonder what it would be like to watch these men actually do it to Lynn. I was sure by now that that was what she wanted. She couldn’t have done more to offer her body up for their pleasure.
“Rick, you don’t mind do you?” Lynn looked at me as she moved the vibrator in and out of her pussy. “Me doing it here, I mean, in front of all these horny men. They must think I’m an awful slut. I bet they…I bet they wish it were their cocks inside my pussy instead. I bet they all want to fuck me. What do you think?”
I had never seen my wife in such a horny state before. I knew she was about to come.
“Yes,” I said. “They all want to fuck you. They all know you’re a dirty slut who loves cocks.”
Lynn looked at the two men who were jerking off as they looked at her. She couldn’t see their cocks behind the counter but she must have been able to tell what they were doing.
“Oh God. I’m such a dirty slut,” she moaned then looked at me again. “Do you know what happened in the stockroom, Rick? He touched me. I was naked and I let him touch me. His hands were all over me. All over my ass, my tits. Show him. Show him what you did.”
The assistant didn’t need asking twice. He left the counter gate open and quickly walked over to the desk. He grabbed her tits with both his hands and began mauling them.
“Go on. Rip it off,” Lynn ordered.
He grabbed her dress at the front and pulled down sharply, ripping it from her body. Then he did the same with her bra, leaving her tits naked and ready for his hands while she fucked herself with the vibrator. He groped her firm tits, squeezing her nipples, and then leaned down to take one in his mouth.
“Yes! Do it. Suck my tits. Go on. Treat me like a filthy whore. Please.”
I stood by the counter and watched in disbelief as my wife lay naked on the table, having her tits sucked by a complete stranger as she used a twelve inch vibrator on herself. The other two men at the counter suddenly passed by me and walked through the counter gate to get closer to the action. They were still holding their cocks in their hands and when Lynn saw them approach she began to cum loudly, screaming in ecstasy.
When she had finished she pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and said, “I want a real one now. I want a real cock inside me. Go on, fuck me. I want you all to fuck me.”
The stocky man walked around to the front of the desk between her black nylon clad legs and aimed his cock at the entrance of her cunt. Then he plunged it deeply inside in and began thrusting in and out. The assistant had by now taken his own cock out and he shoved it against her face until she opened up her mouth and began to suck on it while the third man played with her tits.
I stepped closer towards them. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. My wife writhing naked on a desk as three men used her body for their private pleasures. I took out my cock and began jerking off as the stocky man suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy and pumped a load of cum all over Lynn’s legs and stockings. She looked down at his cock as he dribbled come all over her while she sucked greedily at the assistant’s cock. Within seconds the other customer was in front of her, gripping her by the hips as he entered her.
Her body began to buck wildly and I knew she was about to have another orgasm. I quickly reached over and began squeezing her tits as she gripped my shaft and ran her fist up and down it.
“You’re good at sucking cock, you know that?” the assistant said as he began thrusting his hips at her face.
A low moaning sound came from Lynn’s throat and I saw her eyes bulge as he groaned loudly. Suddenly she pulled her head back and moaned as his cum dribbled from her mouth onto her chest. She began licking her lips frantically, tasting all that she hadn’t been able to swallow. The sight of it made the man who was fucking her instantly come inside her, triggering another orgasm, as her body shook against his.
“Do it to me, Rick. I want you to fuck me too. Come on.”
The three men stood back watching as I leaned over my slut wife got between her black seamed stockinged legs and stuck my cock deep inside her. I looked at the come stains on her chest and nylons and thrust into her with all my might, grabbing her ass cheeks to raise her body closer to mine.
“Mmm, yes… Come on baby… Harder…I’m your little slut… I told you I was going to spice up our sex life. Did I do okay?”
“Yes, you sexy bitch. You did good,” I said as I pummelled into her.
Her chest heaved dramatically as she looked deep into my eyes, imploring me to come.
“I wonder what would happen if I used that vibrator in a bar or a club or somewhere,” she spoke breathlessly. “Do you think a lot of men would want to fuck me?”
I imagined a queue of men all waiting to take their turn with my sexy wife and I came loudly, bucking against her as she reached her hands round my ass and drew me deeper inside her, until I had drained my balls completely.
I helped Lynn up from the table then picked up her discarded dress. It was torn heavily at the front and when she put it on you could see most of one of her breasts, down past the nipple. The shop assistant said she could take one of the other uniforms on the house, and she chose a sexy schoolgirl outfit. I suggested that we go to another shop to buy something she could wear on the train home, but she insisted that she wear her torn dress. She said she wanted men to look at her and know she was a slut.
After I had paid for the other two outfits and we were heading for the exit, the assistant asked Lynn if she would like to model their clothing. He was thinking of one evening a week where he would invite a few select customers and she could model the outfits they had in the store.
“Just modelling? Nothing else?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
“I don’t know about that. What do you think, Rick?”
“I don’t think it would be just modelling do you?”
“No, I doubt it. Okay then,” she smiled at the assistant. “I’ll do it.”
“Only if you want me to use them on you,” I said.
We had just finished eating at an Italian restaurant in Soho, where we had consumed a bottle each of their house red. As we left Lynn had suggested we have a look around in the sex shops in the area. She had been saying for a while that we should do something to spice up our sex lives a little, and maybe we could find something here to give us some ideas.
I had been a little worried when she began to voice concerns over what we did in bed together. We had been married now for six years and I still desired her as much as I did on the first day we met. We still made love two or three times a week, as we always had, and I couldn’t see the problem. Lynn had told me that she was bored with doing it the same way all the time, always in bed, always as a prelude to going to sleep. She told me that we ought to try to broaden our horizons, be more open-minded about things. If this just meant buying a few gadgets or sexy clothes in a shop then I wasn’t bothered at all. In fact I wished that I had thought of it myself earlier.
“Do you want to have a look inside?” I asked.
“Yeah. Let’s go in,” Lynn replied, opening the door as I followed behind her.
The shop was filled on one side with accessories such as handcuffs, dildos, vibrators and whips, while the other side featured an array of clothing. There were all sorts of different costumes; French maid outfits, nurses’ uniforms, leather and PVC gear. Lynn immediately went over to this section and began to browse through the racks, which didn’t surprise me, as I knew she always loved to dress up.
There were three other customers in the shop. They were all male and all looked furtively at us when we walked in the door. I supposed that they were fearful that someone they knew might catch them in here. As soon as they had seen that we were strangers, they went back to browsing through the goods, although I noticed that two of them kept making surreptitious glances at my wife, especially whenever she bent over slightly to check the price labels on the outfits. Lynn was wearing a short dress that rode high up her thighs as she leaned forward, exposing the tops of her fully fashioned seamed nylon stockings.
The man who ignored her was fairly old and content to flick through some pornographic magazines near the door. The other two men were both between about thirty and forty years old. One was stocky and muscular with a shaven head, while the other was thin with long hair and a goatee. They were both far more interested in my wife than in what the store had to offer. I began to wonder whether many women came into shops like this, whether it was unusual enough that the men stared. I was about to tell Lynn that they were trying to peek up her dress when she suddenly turned towards me holding an outfit attached to a clothes hangar. I couldn’t really tell what kind of outfit it was, only that it was black and seemed to be made of satin.
“I’m going to try it on,” she said.
“What, here?”
“Why not? There must be a changing room somewhere,” Lynn walked over towards the pay desk before I could reply.
“Excuse me,” she said to the man behind the counter. “Is it okay if I try this on?”
The assistant was in his late twenties, unshaven and rough looking. He looked her up and down for a moment then told her she could use the stockroom round the back.
“You don’t have a changing room then?” she asked.
“No. Normally we just get husbands in here buying stuff for their wives, or their girlfriends, or whatever. We don’t sell clothes much in here anyway. People tend to get them from catalogues these days.”
I almost laughed when I heard this. He wasn’t much of a salesman. But then I suppose he wasn’t the owner of the place and he was probably only getting minimum wage anyway. I was about to tell Lynn that we could buy something like that from the Internet, when she suddenly walked around the counter and asked the guy to show him where the stockroom was. Before I could stop her, the assistant had opened the gate at the counter and ushered her to the stockroom. Then he opened the door for her and let her through to a dimly lit room stacked with shelves. He then closed the door behind her and sat back down on his chair.
I stood next to the counter, making sure that he didn’t try to follow her in there while she was getting changed. A couple of minutes later Lynn popped her head around from behind the door and looked over to the assistant.
“There’s no mirror in here. How am I supposed to see what it looks like?” she asked.
“Over there. See? By the magazine section,” he replied pointing to a full-length mirror at the other end of the shop.
Lynn looked over at me for a moment then opened the door, revealing that she was dressed in a French maid’s outfit. It was incredibly short, leaving a gap of at least three inches from the hem of the dress to the tops of her stockings. It was also very low cut, the tops of her firm breasts jutting out, while her cleavage was visible beneath the ties at the front. I found it hard to believe that she would buy something like this, let alone try it on in a shop like this. I looked into her eyes and I could tell she was aroused. She gave me a quick glance then let out a deep breath and headed past the counter and down to the other end of the shop.
I walked a few steps behind her, looking at the reaction on the faces of the three men. Even the old man had dragged his eyes away from his magazines to look at her. The other two were no longer taking sly glances. They were staring at her brazenly, drooling almost. I couldn’t blame them really. I had never seen her look so hot and sexy. The outfit really suited her, the shiny black material matching her brunette hair. I felt my cock begin to stir as I followed behind her.
When she reached the mirror, she looked herself up and down then turned around to look at the back of the outfit and check the seams of her stocking were straight. As soon as I reached her she grabbed my arm.
“What do you think?” she whispered to me.
“You look amazing.”
“I know. God. I can’t believe I’m wearing it in front of all these people. As soon as I saw them all looking at me I got really wet. They must think I’m some kind of slut.”
“Are you going to buy it?” I asked, hoping she would say yes.
“Yeah, I think so. But I might…”
“What?”
“I thought I might try some other things on in here first.”
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” I said. “Those guys look like they’re about ready to ravish you.”
Lynn looked over her shoulder to see them all staring in her direction, lust in their eyes. Suddenly she bent over, running her hand along her calf to smooth her stockings. I couldn’t see her backside but I could tell by the men’s reactions that they had caught a good look at her. When she straightened up, she whispered to me, “Did they like what they just saw, do you reckon?”
“Jesus. What do you think? One of them was rubbing his cock through his pocket. What kind of underwear are you wearing?”
“Just a thong,” she replied, smiling at me.
“Oh my God,” I said. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “I think we’d better go.”
“Just one more. I Promise.”
“No, no. It’s too…”
“Oh come on,” my wife interrupted. “Remember what I said about spicing up our love life. Relax; it’s just a bit of fun.”
Before I could reply, Lynn headed back over to the clothes rack, leaving me standing by the mirror. A few seconds later she had picked out a shiny black latex outfit and was striding over to the counter.
“I want to buy the maid’s outfit, but can I try this on as well?”
“Sure,” the assistant replied with a leer. “Try on as much as you like.”
He let her through the gate and gazed at her ass as she walked into the stockroom. I figured this had to be the highlight of his week, if not his year. I didn’t think many women came in here at all, let alone parade themselves around in these sluttish outfits. For a moment I wondered if there might be a security camera in the stockroom. He could be filming her changing clothes in there. Maybe he would watch it later and masturbate. Maybe he would sell the video to some voyeuristic type perverts. To my surprise, I found myself really turned on at the idea of some guy jerking off while he watched my sexy wife taking her clothes off.
Lynn was in the stockroom for a few minutes this time, and when she came out I understood why she had taken so long. She was wearing the tightest dress I had ever seen. It fit her like a second skin, showing off the curves and contours of her body to its fullest effect. It was so tight that her breasts were pushed high up and threatened to spill out over the top. Her nipples were only just covered by the material. There were gaps in the material down the sides of the dress, from the hip to the very short hem. It was clear that she had taken off her bra and panties and was completely naked underneath, but kept on her seamed nylons and heels.
Lynn strode purposefully towards the mirror, her high heels accentuating the curves of her body as she walked. All the customers had by now given up all pretence of being interested in what the shop had to offer. They were only interested in my wife. At the mirror she put her hands on her hips and swayed her shoulders from side to side, the movement causing her the tops of her breasts to jiggle about. The three men and I were all standing together a few feet behind her. It was as if I wasn’t her husband at all, but merely another member of her captive audience. The old man had his hands in the pockets of his overcoat and it was obvious that he was rubbing his cock.
“Well, what do you think, guys?” she asked, turning towards the group of us. It wasn’t my opinion alone that she sought this time.
“Very sexy,” the stocky one spoke up. “Very fucking sexy.”
“Yeah,” the younger one said. “You look gorgeous.”
Lynn smiled at them then faced the old man. “And you? Do you think I look sexy in this?”
The man merely made grunting noises as he stared at her, the hand motions in his pockets speeding up, until he groaned suddenly and shuffled off to the exit.
“Oh my,” Lynn said. “It looks like it had the desired effect on him anyway.”
The two other men laughed while I looked at her in disbelief. She was acting like such a slut. She faced the three of us and began touching her dress, smoothing her hands up and down the material.
“Ooh, it feels really nice, this latex stuff. Rick, come here and feel it.”
I walked over to her and ran my hand along her hips. “Don’t you think this has gone far enough?” I whispered to her.
“Let me be the judge of that,” she whispered back, then raised her voice. “How about you guys. Do you know what latex feels like?”
The invitation was clear and the two men wasted no time approaching her. One of them placed his hands on her ass and began rubbing it, then down her nylon covered legs, while the other one laid his palm on her stomach, rising up until he cupped one of her breasts. They both made comments about how great it felt, how smooth and sexy the material was, but I’m sure we all knew that it was Lynn’s body that they were really talking about. I looked into her eyes. They were glazed with lust. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Here was my usually very prim and proper wife asking complete strangers to feel her up while she wore a latex outfit in a sex shop. Was this what she meant by spicing up our sex life? It was like some kind of dream, and I didn’t know whether I wanted to wake up from it or not.
“So?” Lynn stepped back from their groping hands. “What’s the verdict?”
“I don’t know,” said the one who had been touching her ass. “Maybe you should try on another outfit.”
“Yeah. They got plenty of other outfits you can try on,” the other one chipped in eagerly.
They were being pretty smart about it. They just wanted her to put on something even raunchier, hoping that they’d get to feel her up again.
“Well I like it. What do you think, Rick? Shall we buy this one, or shall I try some others on?”
“That one’s fine,” I said. “Let’s go.”
“Oh well, sorry guys. But he’s the one paying the bill,” Lynn laughed and walked back to the counter with me, the other two following close behind.
“Your taking that one as well?” the assistant asked. He looked a little aggrieved that he hadn’t been able to join in with the others groping my wife.
Lynn nodded and asked him to open the counter gate so she could take it off in the stockroom.
“Not going to wear it home then, huh?”
“That’s not a bad idea actually. What do you reckon, Rick?”
I shook my head in exasperation to which Lynn laughed out loud as she waited for the assistant to let her through. As soon as she was inside the stockroom I stood waiting by the counter until a minute or so later Lynn opened the door and peered round it.
“Uhm, I’ve got a bit of a problem,” she said with a hint of embarrassment. “I can’t undo the zipper. It’s stuck.”
“You need a hand?” the assistant asked.
“Please,” my wife said.
“Hey, wait,” I called out. “I’ll do it.”
“Sorry man,” the guy behind the counter said. “I can’t let customers round here.”
I expected Lynn to turn her back on the man so he could reach the zip through the door as she held it ajar, but she actually held the door wide open for him so he could step into the stockroom with her. Then she closed the door behind them, leaving me and the other two customers waiting for him to come out. The seconds passed slowly and after two minutes he was still inside with her. I couldn’t help but imagine what might be going on inside there and I wasn’t the only one.
“Perks of the job, huh?” the stocky customer said to the other guy.
“Yeah man,” he replied. “I wish I worked here.”
By now I was frantic to find out what was happening. I tried to force open the gate to get round the counter, but it wouldn’t budge. I was just about to kick it down when the door suddenly opened and the assistant came out, grinning from ear to ear, as he carried the latex outfit my wife had been wearing. When he saw the look on my face he quickly stopped smiling and bagged up the two items Lynn had worn. Seconds later she came out of the stockroom wearing her old dress and walked round the counter to stand beside me.
“You took it off right in front of him, didn’t you? You let him see you completely naked,” I whispered to her.
Lynn gave me a teasing smile but made no reply.
“Did he touch you?”
Her face flushed slightly as she gave an almost imperceptible nod. The thought of him in there with her, groping her naked body, caused my erection to strain against my jeans.
“What did he do to you?” I asked, but before she could reply, the assistant placed a bag on the counter and asked if I was paying by cash or credit card.
“Credit card,” I replied. How much is it?”
“One hundred and ninety five pounds,” he said.
I thought the price was a bit steep, and thought about arguing about it, but I wanted to get out of there quickly and find somewhere to be alone with my wife. I desperately wanted to fuck her as soon as possible.
The assistant must have sensed my misgivings about the cost of the two outfits so he suddenly said, “We got a special offer though. Spend over £150 and you get a free vibrator. Any of these ones here.” He pointed to a selection in the window frame under the counter.
I was going to tell him to forget about it but Lynn instantly began looking them over. After a while she pointed at a couple of them and asked the assistant if she could have a proper look at them. He leaned down, pulled two boxes from the shelf and then placed the vibrators onto the counter. One was very large, about 12 inches, and had a section at the bottom in the shape of a pair of balls where the battery was kept. The other was smaller but thicker and had ridges all the way around.
“Mmm, I like the look of that one,” my wife said. “How do you turn it on?”
“Here,” the guy pressed a button and it began to whirr into life, vibrating on the counter. He then did the same with the other one.
“I can’t decide which one to go for. I like the long one but I think it might be too much for me. I’ve never had anything that big inside me.”
The men all looked hungrily at her and I knew they wanted to fuck her as badly as I did.
“Why don’t you try it out?” the assistant suggested. “See which one you like best.”
“Can I? That’d be great.”
“Sure,” he said as he opened the counter gate to let her through once more.
As she picked up the vibrator and headed for the stockroom the assistant tried to close the counter gate, but I stopped him before he could do so.
“Uh-uh,” I said. “I’m not letting you join her in there again.”
“Don’t you want me to go in there and try it out then Rick?”
“No,” I said. “I don’t.”
“Okay. I’ll just try it out here then,” she said and suddenly sat on a desk behind the counter, raising her knees up so that her dress fell back around her waist, leaving her black seamed stockings suspenders and panties on show to all of us. Before I could say another word she had pulled her panties down around her ankles leaving her pussy open and bare before the four of us. Within seconds she had placed the tip of the vibrator at her entrance and then quickly plunged it inside her.
The assistant stood holding the counter gate beside me while we all watched avidly from the counter, as she lay sprawled out on the table, legs akimbo, with her hand pushing the vibrator in and out of her pussy. She began moving it back and forth, slowly at first, then with greater speed until she had all twelve inches inside her.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “It feels incredible. Oooh. I’ve definitely got to have more of this.”
I looked over and noticed the other two men behind the counter. Both of them had taken out their cocks and were now fisting themselves as they watched my wife acting the slut in front of them. I began to wonder what it would be like to watch these men actually do it to Lynn. I was sure by now that that was what she wanted. She couldn’t have done more to offer her body up for their pleasure.
“Rick, you don’t mind do you?” Lynn looked at me as she moved the vibrator in and out of her pussy. “Me doing it here, I mean, in front of all these horny men. They must think I’m an awful slut. I bet they…I bet they wish it were their cocks inside my pussy instead. I bet they all want to fuck me. What do you think?”
I had never seen my wife in such a horny state before. I knew she was about to come.
“Yes,” I said. “They all want to fuck you. They all know you’re a dirty slut who loves cocks.”
Lynn looked at the two men who were jerking off as they looked at her. She couldn’t see their cocks behind the counter but she must have been able to tell what they were doing.
“Oh God. I’m such a dirty slut,” she moaned then looked at me again. “Do you know what happened in the stockroom, Rick? He touched me. I was naked and I let him touch me. His hands were all over me. All over my ass, my tits. Show him. Show him what you did.”
The assistant didn’t need asking twice. He left the counter gate open and quickly walked over to the desk. He grabbed her tits with both his hands and began mauling them.
“Go on. Rip it off,” Lynn ordered.
He grabbed her dress at the front and pulled down sharply, ripping it from her body. Then he did the same with her bra, leaving her tits naked and ready for his hands while she fucked herself with the vibrator. He groped her firm tits, squeezing her nipples, and then leaned down to take one in his mouth.
“Yes! Do it. Suck my tits. Go on. Treat me like a filthy whore. Please.”
I stood by the counter and watched in disbelief as my wife lay naked on the table, having her tits sucked by a complete stranger as she used a twelve inch vibrator on herself. The other two men at the counter suddenly passed by me and walked through the counter gate to get closer to the action. They were still holding their cocks in their hands and when Lynn saw them approach she began to cum loudly, screaming in ecstasy.
When she had finished she pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and said, “I want a real one now. I want a real cock inside me. Go on, fuck me. I want you all to fuck me.”
The stocky man walked around to the front of the desk between her black nylon clad legs and aimed his cock at the entrance of her cunt. Then he plunged it deeply inside in and began thrusting in and out. The assistant had by now taken his own cock out and he shoved it against her face until she opened up her mouth and began to suck on it while the third man played with her tits.
I stepped closer towards them. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. My wife writhing naked on a desk as three men used her body for their private pleasures. I took out my cock and began jerking off as the stocky man suddenly pulled his cock out of her pussy and pumped a load of cum all over Lynn’s legs and stockings. She looked down at his cock as he dribbled come all over her while she sucked greedily at the assistant’s cock. Within seconds the other customer was in front of her, gripping her by the hips as he entered her.
Her body began to buck wildly and I knew she was about to have another orgasm. I quickly reached over and began squeezing her tits as she gripped my shaft and ran her fist up and down it.
“You’re good at sucking cock, you know that?” the assistant said as he began thrusting his hips at her face.
A low moaning sound came from Lynn’s throat and I saw her eyes bulge as he groaned loudly. Suddenly she pulled her head back and moaned as his cum dribbled from her mouth onto her chest. She began licking her lips frantically, tasting all that she hadn’t been able to swallow. The sight of it made the man who was fucking her instantly come inside her, triggering another orgasm, as her body shook against his.
“Do it to me, Rick. I want you to fuck me too. Come on.”
The three men stood back watching as I leaned over my slut wife got between her black seamed stockinged legs and stuck my cock deep inside her. I looked at the come stains on her chest and nylons and thrust into her with all my might, grabbing her ass cheeks to raise her body closer to mine.
“Mmm, yes… Come on baby… Harder…I’m your little slut… I told you I was going to spice up our sex life. Did I do okay?”
“Yes, you sexy bitch. You did good,” I said as I pummelled into her.
Her chest heaved dramatically as she looked deep into my eyes, imploring me to come.
“I wonder what would happen if I used that vibrator in a bar or a club or somewhere,” she spoke breathlessly. “Do you think a lot of men would want to fuck me?”
I imagined a queue of men all waiting to take their turn with my sexy wife and I came loudly, bucking against her as she reached her hands round my ass and drew me deeper inside her, until I had drained my balls completely.
I helped Lynn up from the table then picked up her discarded dress. It was torn heavily at the front and when she put it on you could see most of one of her breasts, down past the nipple. The shop assistant said she could take one of the other uniforms on the house, and she chose a sexy schoolgirl outfit. I suggested that we go to another shop to buy something she could wear on the train home, but she insisted that she wear her torn dress. She said she wanted men to look at her and know she was a slut.
After I had paid for the other two outfits and we were heading for the exit, the assistant asked Lynn if she would like to model their clothing. He was thinking of one evening a week where he would invite a few select customers and she could model the outfits they had in the store.
“Just modelling? Nothing else?” she asked.
“Yeah, sure.”
“I don’t know about that. What do you think, Rick?”
“I don’t think it would be just modelling do you?”
“No, I doubt it. Okay then,” she smiled at the assistant. “I’ll do it.”
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