My First Bra - Part 3 free porn video

In the first two parts of this story I told about what happened when we got home from buying my first bra, and how I was mesmerized by the sight of breasts on my chest under my shirt. My wife played with my breasts for the first time and it felt amazing. She convinced me to shave my chest, which made my breasts more apparent with my shirt off. And during sex my wife has been talking about her having sex with others guys. Now it's Friday evening and we are on our way to a surprise. We were ready to leave at 8:15, just as my wife wanted. My wife said she would drive since she knew where we were going. When we first got married I always drove when we went somewhere, but lately she has been driving most of the time. She said she knew that I would like it better if she drove. I asked her where we were going and she said she didn't want to ruin the surprise, but it would take about 20 minutes to get there. As we drove we had normal conversations and didn't talk about what had happened earlier that evening or over the last few days. As we drove I was getting both excited and apprehensive about what my surprise might be. My wife had been full of surprises lately and wasn't sure I liked all of them. After about 20 minutes we reached a shopping area. My wife pulled into the center and parked near a women's clothing store. I knew that this was a ladies clothing store for larger women. "Here we are sweetie!" said my wife with excitement. "I know you're really going to enjoy this!" "Um, I don't know," I said slowly. "If we are going to be looking for something for me, I don't know. It was very embarrassing when we went to that other store. I was lucky it was a small store and there were no other customers. This place looks huge!" It did look like it was a fairly large store. I found out later that my wife picked it because it was the largest store of this chain in the area. "Oh don't be silly!" my wife replied. I called ahead and found out the Friday evenings are usually very slow at this store. That's why I asked you to mow the lawn tonight. I wanted you to go take a shower and shave that nasty hair off your chest. So you'd be all ready for your surprise." "Well ok then," I responded. My wife was obviously very excited about this surprise. I wasn't so sure about it, but I wanted to do what would make her happy, and this sure seemed like it was making her happy. I didn't know why it was important for me to shave my chest, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know. We got out of the car and entered the store. As I entered I tried to see what I was getting myself into. The store was very large. In the front of the store there were all kinds of ladies clothes; blouses, pants, capris, sweaters, just about anything a woman could need except shoes. Toward the rear was a huge lingerie area that had bras, panties, camisoles and nighties. My wife was right, there were no customers, just two sales people. As we walked toward the rear of the store one of the clerks approached us and smiled. She was an attractive woman approximately 40 years old with a very professional manner. "May I help you find something?" she asked in a very friendly tone. "I'm looking for Adrienne, the store manager," my wife replied. "I'm Adrienne," she replied. "I called and spoke to you earlier this week,and you suggested we come in after 8:30 on Friday night," said my wife. "Oh, yes I remember. And this must be your husband. Hello," she responded giving me a warm smile and reaching out her hand to take mine. My heart was racing as I had no idea what to expect. "Say hello, dear," said my wife. "Oh, I'm very sorry. Hello, ma'am," I said hesitantly. "Oh, so polite," responded Adrienne still with a warm smile. "I like a man who has nice manners." "Oh, he's always very polite to ladies. I've trained him very well," she laughed. She was only partially kidding. I have always been a very polite person, whether to men or women, but the few times I had been less than polite to a lady my wife definitely scolded me and told me it was inappropriate behavior. "So as I told you on the phone," my wife continued, "my husband has decided that he needs to wear a bra because his little boobies have grown to be too big, isn't that right honey?" "Uh... well... uh... not exactly. I mean... well I guess so," I replied haltingly. I could tell my face was bright red in embarrassment. "It's ok honey," replied Adrienne, still smiling warmly. "There are lots of men who buy women's clothing for themselves. Many of them don't say so because they are too embarrassed, but I can almost always tell from the way they act and the way they handle the clothes. You see them feeling the softness and the texture of the material, which you won't find in regular men. They spend a lot of time looking at all the merchandise. A typical man just rushes through and buys one of the first things he sees. And I can tell from the way they look at the clothing. They are looking at the cut and the style much more closely than the typical male. Sometimes when they think no one is looking they hold things up as if they are imagining what they would look like in the outfit. And of course some of them ask to try things on in the store." "They do? And you let them?" I asked incredulously. "Of course we do," she replied. "They are customers too. Our clothes are made to look great on larger girls, and many men find they fit them much better than clothes sold elsewhere, including some men's clothing. If they let us help them they can make better decisions and find things that may be appropriate fit and style for their particular age and body shape. Nothing worse than 50 year old trying to dress like a teenager. And I've found that if you provide them with good service they will buy much more than the typical female shopper and be very loyal customers. In fact a few of my favorite customers are men buying for themselves." "I could never do that!" I blurted out, interrupting Adrienne. "That's very impolite to interrupt!" said my wife with a frown. "I'm very sorry. Please accept my apology ma'am," I responded very meekly. "That's ok dear. I understand some men find it rather stressful to admit they like to wear girl's clothes," responded Adrienne. "In this store where each dressing room has a door to the main sales area it's no problem. In other stores where the dressing rooms are in a separate area in the back we usually tell any female customers in the dressing room area that a man is going to be in one of the other dressing rooms. Just so they don't come out half dressed and get embarrassed. Some of our male customers try to come at times when we are less busy so they are less concerned about the other customers. And if the male shopper promises to spend over $200 and pay a 20% surcharge to cover our staff's overtime cost we will even stay open a little later than normal so they can try things on in more privacy, like we agreed to do for you." "What????" I was dumbfounded. "Yes dear. Surprise!!" shouted my wife as she gave me a big hug. "I know you are just going to love this! It's just exactly what you wanted, isn't it dear?" "uh... well... I don't... well... sure... I guess," I replied reluctantly, not knowing what to think. My wife had obviously gone to a lot of trouble to arrange this and I wanted to do what would make her happy. And the clerk sure seemed ok with it. In fact she even seemed to be enjoying it. "Oh, good. I just know you so well, don't I honey?" said my wife. I nodded yes. Turning toward Adrienne she continued, "As I told you on the phone we went to another shop and the sales person took measurements of my husband and sold us some bras and panties, but the bras were just too big. I had to return the ones he hadn't worn." Well that may explain why I haven't seen the bras, I thought. "That's unfortunate they didn't do a proper fitting," replied Adrienne. "There is so much variation depending on the style of bra and the manufacturer you can't just go by a couple of measurements. All of our clerks are specially trained to help ladies find the a proper sized bra. I believe it's an important part of making a girl feel good about her body and helping your clothes fit correctly." She turned and looked at me. Don't worry, we'll make sure your new bras fit correctly and provide you proper support." I'm sure I turned even redder at the thought of me needing support. "So are we ready to get started?" asked Adrienne. I nodded meekly. "Good. Please follow me." We moved back into the lingerie area. I was surrounede by hundreds of bras in different styles and colors. I had never known there were so many choices. "If you would please just stand still and raise your arms." I did as I was told. She measured across my chest, just below my breasts. Then she moved the tape measure upward and measured again, across my breasts. "Are you wearing breast forms, dear, or is that all you?" she asked. "It's all him," my wife replied, smiling as my face reddened even more. "Good for you!" replied Adrienne, smiling at me with an extremely supportive look in her eyes. "Are you going to be getting any bigger?" she asked politely. "What?" I asked very confused. "From hormones," she replied. "Some men I deal with are taking hormones to increase their breast size and otherwise feminize their body. Narrow their waist and increase their hips and their bottom. It helps improve their skin as well, and would probably help eliminate some of this hair on your arms. Have you started them yet?" "Uh... well... no. I'm not going to take hormones. Of course not," I replied abruptly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," continued Adrienne. "I just want to make sure you are properly fitted for your bra." "I'm very sorry ma'am. I didn't mean to seem unappreciative," I responded. "I've just never done this before. Except for that other time... last week, I mean, and I'm very nervous." "That's all right," Adrienne replied. "It's unfortunate that people seem to be so concerned about what people wear. I think that people should wear whatever they want. If a man wants to wear a bra and panties, or dresses or whatever, I think that is just fine. I remember a few years ago a neighbor boy of mine that was in college, Louis, came to me wanting to buy a bra. I was glad to help him with that because it made him so happy to buy that bra and to have someone tell him it was ok. It was such a pleasure to help him get started on a life of lingerie. He came back and bought many other items from me." She was making me feel much more comfortable about being there and buying a bra. "So is he still a customer?" I asked. "Well yes, I guess so," she replied. "He started to take hormones and transitioned to living as a woman full time. Then he decided that wasn't enough and had the operation. He is Louise now. She is married to a wonderful man and so happy in her new life. I don't know if it ever would have happened if I hadn't helped him buy that bra." My jaw dropped. I didn't know what to say. Adrienne could tell from my reaction that I was shocked. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to imply that buying a bra would make you end up as a woman. Even some of my customers that take hormones don't have the operation. They just live their lives as a woman. Some of them find men who love them as they are and have very wonderful lives. Others find women who love them as a femininized male, or as the woman they are in ther heart." She could tell I was still shocked. "Of course dear some of my customers live very happy lives with wives or girlfriends as men who just love feminine clothes and dress up occassionally." She looked at my wife. "You are lucky to have such a supportive wife that is willing to help you get what you want." "Uh... well... I guess I am. Yes... yes I am," I stammered. I looked at my wife and she was beaming with happiness. Adrienne continued. "Well the difference between the two measurements was 2 inches. That means you will probably take a B cup. And the measurement under your breasts was about 42. So you would probably wear a 42 B, maybe a 40 or 44 in some styles. What size did you buy at the oher shop?" "46D," my wife replied. "Oh my, responded Adrienne. "I bet that would have been quite large." "Well actually I asked them to increase the cup size and we bought one of those water-filled pads to make up the difference," my wife replied. "Well those pads can give a girl a little more size, perhaps about one cup size. But if you really want to be a D cup dear you really should use silicone breast forms. Is that what you want, dear? I'm afraid we don't sell breast forms." She was asking me. "Uh... uh... no. I don't think so," I was still stammering. The memory of standing in front of that mirror transfixed by the sight of breasts on my chest passed through my mind. I looked over at my wife. "What do you think dear?" "I think you might like something that fits better," she replied. "I agree with Adrienne about a girl feeling better about her appearance with a bra that fits well." "Well then, you are fortunate that you came to this store. We have the largest stock of bras of any of our stores in the area. A B cup in the 40 to 44 range can be a bit difficult to find at most stores. Most women with a band size that large need a larger cup size." Adrienne was looking at me as she spoke. Do you know what style you would like? We have balconette, full coverage, plunge, demi or strapless. And we offer both underwire and non-underwire styles." I was totally perplexed. "I'm sorry dear," she continued. "I know how confusing it can be. But I assure you that before you know it you'll know exactly what styles you like and which styles work best for your various outfits. For example the plunge style is best for a very low cut blouse. Let me show you some examples to help you decide." As she explained the various styles she showed me examples. "Here's a balconette style. It's our most popular style. It's a bit lower cut and can help enhance your cleavage. It works very well for dresses with a square neckline and with somewhat low cut blouses." I nodded as I listened. "The full coverage style works well for full breasted girls. Some of them have molded cups that provides better shape and support for those full breasts. Most of them have an underwire, which also helps with proper support. Others have lining that cteates a smooth silouette and reduces show through. They work well for tight tee-shirts or sweaters." "What is show through," I asked. "Well dear, show through is when a girl's nipples show through their blouse, like yours are doing now," she replied. I got more red in the face again as I looked down and saw that sure enough, my nipples were poking up and visible under my shirt. "It's ok, dear," Adrienne continued. "It's not at all unusual for a man to be excited as he is buying his lingerie, especially pretty bras and panties," and she looked down toward the front of my shorts. There was a large wet spot. I was so involved in what was going on I hadn't even noticed how aroused my cock had become. Fortunately the shorts were loose-fitting so the erection wasn't too noticeable, but the wet spot definitely was. "The plunge bra, like this one, creates additional cleavage and seems to add volume to smaller breasts. Many of them also have removable air pads for some additional lift. I think this type might look good on you." I blushed again as she moved on to another bra style. "The demi bra is more revealing than the full coverage style, but still provides good support. It works nicely on lower cut blouses and dresses." "The strapless style is primarily for wearing with strapless dresses. So if you were going to wear an evening gown that would be the correct style. Some of our bras are primarily nylon and others are primarily cotton. Nearly all of them contain some amount of lycra spandex, which allows them to stretch, which can provide a better fit. And most of these styles come in either underwire or non-underwire styles. Some women find underwires uncomfortable, but I find that a properly fitted bra will be quite comfortable with an underwire. I find many of my male clients prefer the underwire style. And of course most of our bras have available matching or coorditaing panties. So which types do you think you might prefer?" she asked. My head was spinning. I couldn't really remember all the things she had told me or what they were all called. I slowly walked around the bra section looking at the various bras of different glorious colors, in nylon or cotton, in solids and patterns. Some with lots of lace. Some with little bows in the front. I didn't know what to say. "I think he's speechless," said my wife and she was exactly right. Speechless with excitement and with apprehension. "What do you think I should buy," I asked Adrienne and my wife meekly. "I think your little boobies would look nice in the plunge bras, or maybe a demi bra," my wife replied. Adrienne smiled as she replied. "NIce choices. Let me see what we have in your size, dear. Gretchen, would you please help me find the plunge and demi bras we have in size 42B? Here is one we can start with if you would like." She held up a lavender and black bra made of a very satiny material, with a beautiful black bow in front. I just stared at it and my mouth dropped open a bit. "You like that don't you dear," said my wife with a big smile on her face. I just slowly nodded my head yes. "Well dear, then take this one in the dressing room and put it on," offered Adrienne. "I'll come in and check the fit in a moment. Perhaps you should go with him ma'am to help him fasten the hooks." My wife gave another huge smile and we followed Adrienne as she opened a dressing room for us. As she closed the door my wife gave me a huge hug and said, "oh honey I am so happy for you. I know how much you've wanted to wear a bra and I'm so happy to help you get started down this path to feminity." I was rather shocked by what my wife just said but she looked so happy I didn't want to disagree with her. She had gone to so much trouble that to disagree would just be so ungrateful and impolite. And I guess maybe she was right. I had wondered for quite some time what it was like for a girl to be able to wear a lovely bra, pretty panties and all the other beautiful sexy things only women get to wear. It really wasn't fair that only women get to wear those beautiful things. And like Adrienne said, why shouldn't a man be able to wear whatever they wanted. I was more bothered by my wife's reference about a 'path to feminity'. I wasn't going to become feminine just because I wanted to wear a bra in the privacy of my own home once in a while. I was sure she was just trying to tease me a bit and add to her fun. "Take your shirt off honey," my wife's words interrupted my thoughts. The dressing room had a mirror on one wall. I looked in the mirror as I removed my shirt and there they were again; those breasts. My wife helped me get my arms through the straps, reached around from behind me, pulled the beautiful bra around my chest and fastened it in the back. It fit much better than the first bra we had bought. I just stared at me chest. "What do you think honey?" asked my wife very sweetly. "Wow!" is what I thought. "I... I... I... I... love it," I finally got the words out. She hugged me again with another beaming smile and I smiled back. Just then we heard a knock on the door. "May I come in," asked Adrienne and we told her she could. "Oh, my doesn't that look pretty!" she exclaimed sincerely. "I just love that little bow in the front. From your smile I think you must like it, too." I smiled some more and said yes. "Let me see if we need to adjust the straps." She moved behind me and I felt her adjusting the straps in back, then she moved around to my front and looked at the fit. "May I adjust it just a bit?" she asked as she reached for my breasts. "uh... uh... I guess," I responded softly. "Of course you can," added my wife. "We want to get the very best fit that we can. And I'm certain Adrienne ends up touching many women's breasts as you help them find the right bra, don't you Adrienne." "Yes you are correct." Adrienne touched my breasts and slightly adjusted the bra. I flushed red and I could feel my cock growing even more. "Yes that fits you very well. See how you fill out the cups nicely." She cupped my breasts lightly as she spoke. "Also, you can see that this bra has a lining in it that eliminates most show through. You can hardly see your nipples through this bra. With a blouse on over it they wouldn't show at all." "Well... no... I'm... I'm not planning to wear a blouse with it," I stammered. "Well it is very lovely and it does make your breasts look very nice honey, but you can't just walk around in a bra and panties," responded my wife with another smile. "Oh, you know what I mean," I replied, slightly irritated by my wife's humor. "Yes we do honey," she replied with a warm smile. With that loving look I couldn't be upset at her. "Would you like to look at the others we have in your size, dear?" asked Adrienne. "uh huh," I replied eagerly. "Then if you could step out here for a moment." We moved out of the dressing rom into the edge of the sales area, Adrienne's co-worker was holding a number of different bras which she handed to Adrienne as Adrienne spoke. As she described each one she lay them on a table. "We have these plunge styles with some lovely lace on them. We have them in this hot pink and orange. There is this one with the lovely paisley embroidery in this beautiful reddish berry color. We also have these cotton demi bras that can convert to a racerback style which is very nice to wear under a sleeveless top. We have them in these lovely patterns in blue or lavender and this interesting zebra pattern. Do you see anything that you like?" Adrienne asked. There was a very long pause as I stared at the various bras. "Uh... uh... yes ma'am," I finally stuttered out. "Which one, dear?" asked Adrienne. "That one," I pointed to the paisley embroidered bra. "And that one," as I pointed at the hot pink. "And that one," I pointed as the zebra stripe and then paused. "Actually I really like them all, ma'am." "You don't have to buy out the entire store honey," laughed my wife. "We need to leave something for the next shopping trip." "Next trip???" I asked in amazement. "Well I certainly hope we've provided a high quality of service so you will return," responded Adrienne. "Oh, I'm very sorry ma'am," I replied. "I didn't mean to imply that. You have been absolutely wonderful. I just never thought that I could go shopping in a women's clothing store and actually try something on. And I never imagined that the clerk would be so helpful and understanding. And I never dreamed it might be something I could actually do more than once." "Oh course, dear," responded Adrienne. "You are welcome to shop here at any time. I personally enjoy helping male customers. And many of my male customers end up with many more bras and panties than my typical female customers. Of course, most of my male customers come here by themselves. They don't have a supportive wife helping them make good selections like you do." I looked over at my wife who was beaming with joy. "Oh, we'll be back," she said. "I never had a daughter to shop with and help learn about becomimg a woman, so I'm looking forward to helping my little girl." She emphasized 'my little girl' in a way that made it clear she was just teasing me. Or at least I thought so at the time. I just smiled meekly at her little joke. But she was right. I would love for her to bring me back here again someday. "Let's take the three you picked out and try them, honey," said my wife. We headed back to the dressing romm and closed the door. As my wife helped me remove the lavender and black bra and try on the hot pink one, my head was spinning. I honestly couldn't ever remember being happier. Well, I probably was on my wedding day... and the day my wife agreed to marry me. But this was different. This seemed to be something that had been building inside me for years, Something I didn't even know I wanted until my beautiful wife helped me find out. I wondered what else she knew I wanted that I didn't even realize yet. Adrrienne knocked and entered again. "Oh this is very lovely too," she cooed with a wondeful compassionate smile. She really seemed to be happy too. These two women seemed to be enjoying this almost as much as I was. They made this seem like it was almost a normal thing, for a man to be trying on a bra in a clothing store. Adrienne adjusted the straps on this bra just as she had done the first. "I think the hot pink is a fantastic color," she continued as she moved around to check the fit in front. "And the lace is so feminine." She was right. I loved this one too. This time as she touched my breasts to see how the cups fit is seemed less sexually arousing and a little more normal. I was getting more comfortable with the whole process. "I think this one fits well also. You seem to like this one also. Am I correct?" "Yes ma'am, you are," I replied. We continued with the same process on the other two bras I had selected. They fit pretty well too. "May we get all four of them?" I asked my wife with a bit of a pleading sound in my voice. "Yes of course we can," she replied. "As long as you promise to wear them when I ask you to." "Of course I will dear," I replied. "Thank you so very much." "You're welcome, honey," she responded. I was so appreciative of her letting me get all four of these beautiful bras. And every time she had asked me to dress in nighties we had always had terrific sex. Maybe this meant we would have me wear a bra instead and we would do that more often. I never even thought of the possibility that she would ask me to wear them in other situations. That failure to think would have a major impact on the rest of my life. "You said you had purchased some panties," said Adrienne. "Would you like to see the panties that match these bras?" I looked at my wife with a 'please, please, please' look on my face. "Can we look at them please?" I asked. "Of course, honey," she replied. "I know that often a girl feels more pretty and sexy when she has on matching bras and panties. I know I always liked to do that when I went on dates before we were married. And the guys always seemed to like the look of the matching bra and panty. Of course, most men just want to get into your panties, regardless of what they look like." She laughed as she said the last sentence. Adrienne laughed too and shook her head in agreement. "Let's find you some pretty panties, then," she said and led us back into the lingerie area. I was still wearing the zebra stripe bra. It felt wonderful. My breasts actually seemed to stretch the cups just a tiny bit. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part. "I'm afraid I'm not allowed to let you try on panties," she said. "Especially when you seem to be so ... so..." she hesitated and then said "excited." "Oh that's ok," responded my wife. I'm sure we can find the correct size in panties without trying them on. He wears a size 38 pants. I don't know size he will wear in women's pants." The words 'will wear' slipped past me without me noticing, since I was so excited about finding the matching panties. "Well our panties are sized the same as our other clothes. We have a size 14/16 or a size 18/20. The 14/16 would be a bit tighter and the 18/20 would fit more loosely. Do you have a preference about fit?" Adrienne asked. "I find that most of my male customers prefer the tighter fit because they don't have as much 'bottom' as women and it helps keep their 'equipment' in place, especially under a skirt." "Oh, then I think we should definitely get the tighter fit to keep your little.... 'equipment' in place, don't you honey?" responded my wife. I was embarrassed that my wife was telling this stranger that my cock was 'little'. It wasn't little, it was really average size. She just liked the really big ones, like our sex toys. But I knew better than to disagree. "Yes... I guess you are right," I replied. "Yes, I think the 14/16 would probably fit," said Adrienne. If you want to, you can try it on here and see if it fits, then pick out some others the same size. However, you will have to agree to buy them regardless." "Let's try these," said my wife, picking up a pair of black silky looking panties. "I know you like wearing black panties, don't you dear?" I blushed some more and nodded yes as we headed back into the dressing room. My wife entered the dressing room with me and closed the door behind us. "Take off your shorts and underwear honey." I slid down my shorts and you could see my cock at attention under my underwear. The shorts had a large wet spot, but the underwear was even wetter, and some cum stains were evident. "Oh, my," exclaimed my wife with a big grin. "You HAVE been enjoying this haven't you." She laid the panties on the bench in the dressing room, bent down and and slid my underwear down my legs, while I stepped out of it. She was right in front of my cock. I had been so aroused for so long that it seemed almost worn out. It was no longer fully enlarged and was smeared with pre-cum that had been leaking from my cock from the moment we walked into this store. "Oh, my," she exclaimed with a mischievious grin. "You have really been enjoying this, haven't you. Look at this yummy cum that has been leaking from your cock. We shouldn't waste this." She rubbed her finger along my cock and gathered up some of it. She stood back up as she said "Doesn't this look tasty, dear?" She waved her finger in front of my face. "Open wide honey." I reluctantly opened my mouth a bit she and slowly slipped her finger into my mouth, then reached up with the other hand to gently close it. "It's ok dear. You can lick that yummy cum from my finger. I know you want to." I kept my mouth closed over her finger as she slipped it out of my mouth. "That's it, dear. Now swallow every drop. I know how you like that yummy cum." She paused, gave me a big loving kiss and picked up the black panties. She bent back down and held them as I stepped into them, then slowly slid them up my legs. "I love you, honey," she said as she pulled them to my waist. "I love you too dear," I replied. "These panties fit well," said my wife with another grin. "Very sexy. Looks nice with the zebra stripe bra as well. Do you like them?" "Yes I do," I replied. As I looked in the mirror I saw that although they did stretch some, they did restrain my cock quite a bit. It was no longer sticking straight out, but was held close to my body, pointing down. It didn't look quite so imposing in that position. Then she suddenly opened the dressing room door and said "Adrienne, would you please come and tell us what you think?" Adrienne came to the entry of the dressing room. I was embarrassed to have her come look at me standing in a bra and panties, so I turned facing away from her. "Oh, those fit nicely!" she exclaimed enthusiastically. "It fits very snugly and emphasizes your bottom. Most men have a much flatter bottom, not as nice and full as yours, almost like a girl's bottom. Would you turn around so I can see the front?" I did as I was told. She looked surprised. "Oh, I see what you meant," she blurted out, looked embarrassed and then quickly recovered her composure. "I'm sorry. Yes, They are very nice. You can see how it holds your 'equipment' in place? I think these definitely fit nicely." "Why don't you get dressed honey, while Adrienne and I look for some other panties in your size?" said my wife. "Uh... should I change out of these panties?" I asked hesitantly. "Whatever you want, dear," she replied. "They are your panties now." She walked out and closed the dressing room door. I didn't know what to do. My underwear was all wet and the new panties felt so nice. I decided to go ahead and wear them home. As I was dressing I heard my wife and Adrienne talking out in the store. "I'm so sorry ma'am. I hope I didn't upset him him with my little comment when I saw how big his cock was. It's just that I saw how large the wet spot was on his shorts and I expected to see a larger than normal cock when I looked down there." "It's OK," my wife replied. "It's actually a little bit bigger than it appeared. I've tried very hard to make him feel good about the size and he works very hard to bring me to orgasms. He's really a wonderful husband and I love him dearly. I've taught him to be a very attentive lover. My first husband had a huge cock but wasn't really a good lover. I've learned to cope with it by using toys much larger than him and he seems to enjoy bringing me off that way. He's fantastic orally." "That's great," responded Adrienne. "I can tell how much you love him. You two are fortunate to have found each other." "Yes we are," my wife responded. They didn't know that I could hear them so I just got dressed. I tried to reach around and undo the bra hooks but I couldn't, so I pulled it off over my head. I opened the door with the bra in one hand and my underwear in the other. My wife had taken the tags off the panties before I put them on, so I took them too. "Oh, good you're wearing your new panties," said my wife. "I was hoping you would. Come see the other panties I picked out." I came over to the checkout area where my wife and Adrienne has a number of pretty panties. They were all so beautiful. "We picked two or three to go with each of your new bras. Do you like them?" "Yes," I replied. "They are all very pretty." "We'll take them all then," said my wife. "Here give me the bra you are holding and the tags honey." She took them from me and laid them on the counter. Then she saw me still holding my wet, cum stained underwear. She took them from my hand. "Is there somewhere we can dispose of these?" "Would you like me to put them in a separate bag?" asked Adrienne. "No, you can just throw them in the trash," replied my wife. "Are you sure we should do that?" I asked with some shock. "I was already needing some new underwear." "Oh, silly, we're buying your new panties right now," she replied. "Why would you ever want to wear those boring old 'tighty whities' when you could wear beautiful panties like these?" "Uh... I guess you are right," I replied meekly. Adrienne dropped them into a trash can. "Of course I am," she responded. "You know I always know what you'll want and what is best for you, don't you honey?" "Yes, dear, I'm sorry" I replied, hanging my head in shame. I knew that she always had my best interests at heart, and I was embarrassed to doubt her. "That's ok honey. I guess you still need some more training," she responded with another big smile that made me feel better that she wasn't upset with me. Adrienne rang up the four bras and ten pairs of panties. The total came to $265, including the extra charge for them to stay open late. I gave her my credit card and then signed the receipts. She came around the counter and gave me a hug. "Thank you so much. I've enjoyed assisting you," said Adrienne. "I hope to see you again soon." "We thank you Adrienne. This was everything I hoped it would be for you honey," my wife replied. "It was wonderful," I responded. "Thank you ma'am." "We'll definitely be back, Adrienne," my wife said with a huge smile. "Won't we honey?" "I would like to, if it's ok," I replied. We both said thanks again and left the store. I had no idea how this would change my life.