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My First Bra - Part 11 free porn video
In Part 10 I thought back on my disastrous first marriage and my life
leading up to meeting my wife. We went out to breakfast and a man at
the next table called me a sissy, causing me to break down in tears and
leading to me deciding to go ahead and accept my femininity.
We left the restaurant and my wife drove us to the mall. There were
lots of cars and we had to look for a while to find a place to park.
"What are we doing here?" I asked. "This place will be swamped with
people."
"You said you wanted some more bras and I told you we'd go to
Victoria's Secret," she said.
"I didn't think you were serious," I said.
"Of course I'm serious, dear," she replied. "You said you were ready
to accept who you really are. You need to get more comfortable being
out in public as your true self, and there's no place better than doing
that at the mall. Come on, let's go."
I reluctantly got out of the car and walked with her to the mall
entrance. The place was very crowded. I saw a sign that said
"Sidewalk Sale Ends Sunday." Oh great, I thought. A big sale. No
wonder it's so busy. I'm thinking, "Here I am in my girlie hairdo and
my bra under my polo shirt. I hope people don't all stare at me, call
me a sissy." We head down the main corridor and I notice that most of
the people we go past pay no attention to me. They seem to be paying
attention to the people they are with, or the store they are looking
for, or just about anything but me. I began to relax just a bit. I
could see Victoria's Secret ahead on the right.
Then I heard some girls giggling behind me. I glanced over my shoulder
and saw some teenage girls that appeared to be following us. As we
walked along the hallway they continued to walk behind us and continued
to giggle. I was afraid they were giggling at me. I tried to walk
faster but my wife slowed down to look at something in a store window.
I stopped along with her and we looked into the window. I noticed the
girls were still moving and they walked on past us. "Nice bra mister,"
one of them said as they walked past me and the others laughed
uproariously.
I noticed there were some other people in the area and they laughed too
when they heard what the girl said. I choked back tears as I asked my
wife "how did they know I was wearing a bra? They hardly even saw the
front of my shirt."
"Oh, honey," she responded. "I thought you knew that your bra straps
are very noticeable from the back. The waitress at the restaurant
noticed it, and I'm sure any customers in the restaurant that looked
closely also saw them."
I started to cry. "But how did they know I was a guy from behind?" I
asked.
"Oh honey," my wife replied. "It's obvious from your walk that you are
a guy. You kind of lumber along sometimes, and don't move gracefully
like most women. It's another thing we'll need to work on. Besides
that teenage girls are often so self-conscious about how they look that
they examine the look of any other women very closely. Now quit crying
and we'll go find you a pretty new bra."
I turned to see a couple of young guys who had apparently overheard our
conversation. They were both smirking and shaking their heads from
side to side. "What a sissy" one said to the other and they both
laughed.
I hung my head as I meekly followed my wife down the hallway toward
Victoria's Secret and into the store. I had been in there before; my
wife bought some of her lingerie there and I had been with her. She
had always taken me with her when she was shopping for lingerie, always
asked my opinion about the colors and the fabric and explaining why one
style was better than another for her figure. It was often
embarrassing to be standing in a lingerie store while my wife and the
sales clerk discussed bras, panties, stockings or garters. My wife
often asked the clerk to explain to me how to select the proper
products; saying this was something I needed to know. Sometimes the
clerk seemed to think it was a bit odd, but they just assumed it was a
wife wanting to make sure her husband bought her appropriate gifts. It
was embarrassing, but I usually found it very exciting too. I guess
she'd been getting me ready for the day we'd be shopping for me.
The store was very crowded. They were having a sale and there were
probably more than 20 customers in the store and only two other guys,
who both seemed less than thrilled to be there. A clerk in her mid-
thirties approached us, speaking to my wife, but glancing at me out of
the corner of her eye. "Can I help you find something ma'am." she
asked.
"Yes thank you," my wife replied as she gestured toward me. "My
husband here needs to get some more bras. He doesn't think the ones he
has are appropriate for work."
The clerk looked a bit surprised, but responded professionally. I
blushed noticeably as the clerk asked "what about his current bras
makes them inappropriate for work?"
"Well they tend to be a bit bright colored," my wife replied. "He has
a zebra print and a hot pink one. And of course the berry colored one
he has on now. And... honey, what is the color of your other bra? I
can't recall."
"Uh... it's purple," I replied, still very embarrassed by the
situation.
"It's really lavender, dear," my wife replied with a smile. "Lavender
and black, with the cutest little bow in front."
"I see," the clerk replied. "He does like colorful lingerie. What
were you looking for?"
"Well he seems to think he wants white," my wife replied. "To wear
under a white dress shirt for work. But I don't think that's a very
good choice."
"I don't either', replied the clerk as she turned to me. "Are you sure
you want a white bra? It will show through your white shirt."
"No that's what I want," I replied meekly. "I don't think it will
show."
"If that's what he wants then let him get white," my wife replied.
I got the sense that she thought I'd regret that choice but I was sure
that was what I wanted. After all, how could a white garment show
through a white shirt?
"Do you know what size you need?" the clerk asked.
"He's wearing a 42B but I know your sizes aren't necessarily the same
as other stores so you better measure," my wife suggested.
"Good idea," replied the clerk. "Please follow me."
We headed toward the dressing rooms; the clerk, followed by my wife,
with me meekly trailing behind. With all the customers there was a
line of women waiting to get into the dressing rooms. There were two
women in front of us, each holding a couple of bras to try on. They
appeared to know one another. "It should be just a couple of minutes
until a fitting room opens up so I can measure your husband for his
bra," said the clerk. The women in front of us turned to see if they
had heard correctly. They looked back, saw the guy in the girl's
haircut, shook their heads and smiled.
"So which of his bras has your husband been wearing to work?" asked the
clerk.
"Oh, he's just starting," replied my wife. "Tomorrow will be the first
day he wears one to work, and it's very important to him that he looks
nice and professional for the big event."
"My husband should wear a bra," joked one of the ladies in line; a
slender woman who was small breasted. "His boobs are bigger than mine.
Of course, it's not very noticeable with the gut he has." The ladies
all laughed.
"How did your husband start wearing wear a bra anyway?" asked the other
lady.
"Oh he wanted to," my wife replied. "Practically begged me to. He
wore one when we were having sex one time and he was hooked. It made
him so excited."
My face was bright red, but I was excited by the discussion as well.
"Oooo," said the slender lady. "Wasn't that a terrible turnoff to have
your husband wearing a bra?"
"Oh no," replied my wife. "It made him more submissive in bed and
willing to do whatever I wanted him to do. He'll suck on my pussy for
hours if I want him to."
"Oh that would be wonderful," said the clerk. "No wham, bam, thank you
ma'am," and the ladies all laughed.
"Oh I know what you mean," my wife replied. "My first husband was hung
like a horse, but it was all about him. He'd want me to suck that huge
cock, but then he'd just throw me back and slam his cock into me, fill
me with cum, then roll over and go to sleep. I could never get him to
suck my pussy."
"But he's not like that?" asked the second lady, gesturing toward me.
"Oh, he never was," my wife responded. "He's always been a caring and
gentle lover. He loves to suck my pussy, especially when it's full of
cum. He likes that almost as much as I do."
"Oh really? Who's cum?" asked the second lady.
"Just his so far," my wife said with a smile toward me. "But he's
always telling me he'd love to suck it when another guy was fucking me,
aren't you honey?"
They all laughed and wished I could find a place to hide. "Uh, uh ..
well I guess ... well not really," I responded reluctantly.
"Oh, we understand dear," my wife continued with a bit of a smirk. "He
doesn't really have the equipment to fill me like my first husband did,
so he likes to suck me while he uses one of our toys to fuck me. I'm
so fortunate that he loves to do that, or I might never have an orgasm.
It's a wonderful sensation. That's when he tells me he'd like to suck
me while a guy with a big cock was fucking me."
The women all looked at me with pity. How pathetic! was what they
seemed to be thinking.
"But he's a wonderful husband," she continued. "He does most of the
cooking and cleaning even though he works full time. He changed jobs
to one that doesn't require long hours or travel so I can concentrate
on my career."
"Sounds like a wife to me," said a voice from behind us. Another woman
had joined the waiting line and decided to chime in. How long had she
been listening?
"Kind of looks like one too," said the slender lady, looking at my
hair. They all laughed again.
"Yes he just got his new hairstyle yesterday," my wife responded. "I
think it really suits him."
"Yes, very feminine, with the bangs and the blonde highlights" said the
second woman. "Did you do it yourself?"
"Oh heavens no," replied my wife. "He goes to Brianne at Feminine
Mystique. He's been going there for years."
The ladies laughed again at the idea of a guy going to a place called
Feminine Mystique. "That's where I go," said the third lady. "I don't
remember ever seeing a guy in there."
"You wouldn't if you saw him in there either," said the slender lady
and they all laughed some more.
I struggled to hold back tears. I was so humiliated.
"He had his eyebrows waxed there yesterday also," replied my wife. "I
think Kristi did a nice job. She gave them a nice feminine arch."
"Yes she did," said the third lady. "I go to Angela to have my legs
waxed. She does great work."
"Oh, Angela did his arms and legs too," responded my wife. "See how
nice and smooth his legs are," and the women all looked down at my
legs.
"They'll look so much nicer under his pantyhose," said the slender
lady, with another laugh.
"Ladies, two dressing rooms are open," said another clerk.
"Enjoy your shopping!" said the slender lady with a smile as she headed
toward one room.
"And enjoy wearing your bras to work!" said her friend as she moved
towrd the other empty room.
"He's going to wear a bra to work?" asked the third lady with
amazement. Apparently she arrived after that part of the conversation.
"Yes his little boobies really need some support," said my wife. "And
he liked it so much when he wore one during sex that we finally decided
he should wear one full time.
"Where does he work?" asked another woman from behind us. It was nice
we were giving the ladies something to do while they were waiting.
"He works in an office," my wife replied. "They do accounting and
billing for medical offices. It's an all-girl office.... except for
him of course."
"Looks like an all-girl office if you include him, if you ask me," said
the fourth woman with disgust in her voice. Tears started to roll down
my cheeks.
Fortunately, just then another lady left a dressing room and the clerk
gestured to my wife and I to follow her into the dressing room. We
entered the room with me sniffling from my tears. "Stop crying dear,"
said my wife as she gently kissed my forehead. She turned to the
clerk. "You'll have to excuse my husband. He's just so emotional
these days. I think it's probably hormonal. Did you take your
medicine today dear?"
"Yes I did," I replied. I had been concerned about gaining some weight
and our doctor had given me some new medication a few weeks ago. She
told me that it might make me a bit more emotional at first, but that
with exercise and the medication eventually I'd be much happier with my
body.
"Don't worry sir. You're not the first man I measured for a bra. Now,
if you would please remove your shirt, I'll measure your breasts," said
the clerk. I did as she asked and removed my shirt by pulling it over
my head.
"Very cute," said the clerk.
"The bra or his little boobies?" asked my wife.
The clerk laughed. "I meant the bra, but his breasts are cute too. Are
you wearing forms?" she asked.
"No that's all him," replied my wife with a big smile. She seemed very
proud of that fact.
The clerk took a tape measure out of her pocket and pulled it around my
chest just below my bra. "Hmm ... 42. That may be a bit of a
problem." She raised the tape measure and measured again, around my
breasts. "Nearly 44. Yes I think a 42B would probably be about the
right size. Unfortunately our bras only go up to size 40, and that is
a C cup. We don't carry 40B's because most women with that band size
have larger breasts."
"Oh, my. I was afraid of that," responded my wife.
"Well one possibility would be to use a bra extender," said the clerk.
"I've helped some customers who used a bra extender to accommodate a
larger band size. We can try that if you'd like. They say that the
cup size of a 40B is approximately the same as a 42B, but I expect the
cup could possibly be a bit too large for him."
"Well he's still developing," responded my wife. "I think he may very
well grow into it soon if it's not too large."
I assumed she was just teasing me about my breasts. They had seemed to
be getting larger, but I was confident that if I just lost a few pounds
my chest would get smaller too.
"Very well," replied the clerk. "We'll try that. What type of bra are
you looking for? Something that minimizes the projection I assume."
"Oh, no!" responded my wife. "We were just talking about the idea of
'if you've got it, flaunt it'. You'd really prefer something that
enhances your 'girls', like a push-up bra wouldn't you dear? Something
very sexy right?" She turned and looked at me with a smile. "When he's
wearing a bra, he'd stand and stare at himself in the mirror for hours
if I let him," she said to the clerk.
I didn't know what to say. "Well, yes... I guess... whatever you say,
dear," I finally replied.
"Very good then, said the clerk. "Let me go see what we have in that
size, in white."
"If you see something else that's pretty we might want to try that
too," my wife replied as the clerk left the dressing room.
As the door closed I turned to my wife and said, "why did you say those
things to embarrass me?" I asked with more tears in my eyes.
"Honey, I was just being truthful," she replied. "I'm trying to help
you find clothes for you to wear to work because I know it's important
to you to look nice tomorrow. It's important that the clerk understand
what we are looking for so she can help us find what we want. I didn't
say anything just to embarrass you."
"But what about all those other things.. about me wearing a bra during
sex, and about me sucking on your pussy when it's full of cum," I
responded, still crying.
"Well dear I'm sorry, but I was just bragging about what a wonderful
husband you are, so loving and attentive to my needs," she replied.
"Most men wouldn't be willing to do all the things you do to please me
sexually. I consider myself to be very fortunate to be married to
you." With that she moved over and put her arms around me, giving me a
big hug. She kissed me on the forehead and said, "You know I love you.
I know this can be stressful for you dear. But I assure you that when
it's all over we'll both be so very happy."
"I'm sure you're right," I replied. I would be happy when this is over
and we had a new white bra for me to wear to work tomorrow. Then we
could get back to our normal life again.
I stopped crying and my wife handed me a tissue from her purse. "Dry
your eyes, dear," she said.
The clerk returned with a number of bras in her hands. "I found some
that you might like," she said.
"Unfortunately we don't have anything in white in a pushup bra, so I
brought a couple of other colors I thought you might like. I also
brought these two white bras that were quite nice."
I took one of the white bras from her hands. It was a gorgeous demi
bra with lace all over. I loved it!
"That one has a light lining," said the clerk. "I love the velvet trim
on the straps and the little bow in front. I think it's very sexy.
Would you like to try this one?"
I nodded my head vigorously. I wanted that bra. I turned around and
the clerk unhooked the bra I was wearing and removed it. I handed her
the white bra. She reached around and pulled the bra around me to hook
it in the back.
"Yes it is a little small," she said. "I have this bra extender I'll
use. It's just a two inch section of band that attaches to the hooks
and allows the bra to fit a person requiring a larger band size." She
finished hooking the bra, then adjusted the straps. "Turn around and
let me see how the cups fit." I turned to face her and she reached up
and put her hands on my breasts. "Yes the cups are just a bit larger
than we'd like, but you can see the breasts get good support and the
bra does lift them a bit. Take a look in the mirror and tell me what
you think."
I looked in the mirror and was amazed at how beautiful it looked on me.
I smiled as I stared in the mirror. The lace was so beautiful! The
way my breasts were supported in the cups made them look larger. I
turned slightly to see how it looked in profile. Magnificent! I
couldn't imagine that my figure could ever look so great. I still
needed to lose some weight around my middle, but the projection of my
breasts looked terrific.
"So what do you think?" the clerk asked.
"Oh, he loves it, don't you dear," replied my wife. I nodded
aggressively in response. I loved the way this bra looked.
"I think we'll take that one," my wife said.
"Do you care to look at the others?" asked the clerk.
"Oh, definitely," responded my wife with a laugh. "I've always said a
girl can never have too many pretty bras. The boys enjoy seeing pretty
new lingerie when they open your blouse."
"Yes they do!" replied the clerk.
The other white bra was a bit plainer, at least by Victoria's Secret
standards. It was a full coverage bra and didn't have any lace or
other decoration ... definitely not as sexy. The other two were much
sexier. They were much more like pushup bras. One was a black demi
bra. The other was red. Both were very lovely, but didn't have the
lace of the white bra.
"I like the red and the black," said my wife. "I think you should
definitely try them."
The clerk removed the white bra from me and slipped on the black. "We
also have a bra extender in black," she advised, but I don't know if we
have one in red, but I believe you could purchase a white one and dye
it to match.
The black bra also fit nicely, when used with the extender. "I think
you should get this one too dear," my wife said with another big smile.
"A girl can never go wrong with black undies. There is something about
them that drives men wild." The clerk laughed.
Next we tried on the red bra. It was a beautiful color and it fit well
too, with the cups being just a bit too large, just like the others.
"Oh, that color is perfect!" my wife exclaimed. "It will go perfectly
with your red shoes." She turned to the clerk. "He just got the most
gorgeous red pumps. Four inch heels. Very similar to some I had when
I was in college. They were my 'fuck me pumps.' I called them that
because I never failed to get laid whenever I wore them. There was
something about those red shoes that just drove the boys crazy! Yes,
you've got to get that bra honey."
The clerk was obviously enjoying all of this. My face turned as bright
as the bra. Why was my wife saying all these things? "So which of
these would you like to purchase?" asked the clerk as she removed the
red bra.
"You want the black one, the red one and the white lace one, don't you
dear?" responded my wife.
"Uh ... well ... I guess so," I replied.
"I believe they each have matching panties," said the clerk. "Would
you be interested in them?"
"Oh, yes," responded my wife. "I think a girl feels much more 'put
together' when wearing a bra and panties that match. Don't you think
so, dear?"
"Well ... I guess so," I replied.
"Very well," replied the clerk. "Why don't you get dressed and I'll go
see what I can find. I believe some may have matching panties in more
than one style. I'll take these bras with me and put them behind the
counter. Do you know what size you need?"
"He wears a large, don't you dear?" responded my wife. I nodded my
agreement. The clerk turned to exit the dressing room and closed the
door behind her.
"Those bras are beautiful dear," said my wife. "I know you'll love
wearing them."
"I don't know," I replied. "They are gorgeous, but I don't know about
wearing them."
"Oh don't be silly dear," my wife responded with a big smile as she
fastened the bra behind me. "I know that I feel so much better about
myself when I'm wearing sexy undies. I'm sure that soon you won't even
think of ever leaving the house without a sexy bra."
"I can't imagine that," I replied.
"Oh I can," responded my wife with a laugh. "I definitely can. Come
on, let's go find you some sexy panties."
I pulled my shirt back on over my head and we left the dressing room
and went back out into the store. The clerk was waiting for us with
some panties in her hands. As we approached she held them out to me.
"We do have some lovely panties that match each of your bras sir," she
said. "Do you want them in hiphuggers, thongs, briefs, or boyshorts?"
"Oh definitely not boyshorts!" exclaimed my wife rather loudly. "My
husband likes things that are much more girly, don't you dear? And the
briefs remind me too much of his yucky old men's undies that he got rid
of. We'll take the hiphuggers and thongs. Two hiphuggers and one
thong in each color please."
I looked around and saw that some other customers had heard my wife and
were laughing gently to themselves or to people they were shopping
with. I glowed red yet again with embarrassment.
"Anything else today then?" asked the clerk. "We have some lovely
pajamas and sleepshirts."
"Oh no, I think you have plenty of nighties and babydolls to wear don't
you dear?" responded my wife. "And he just got a lovely new corset
yesterday, didn't you dear? But how about a sexy camisole to wear
under your shirt? Maybe something very nice and lacey, like that
lovely white bra you're buying."
The people who had been watching laughed some more. "No ... no. I
don't want anything else," I stammered.
"Okay, whatever you say dear," responded my wife.
"Well then if you'll follow me over here I'll get you checked out,"
said the clerk. We followed her over to a checkout counter and she
went behind to gather the bras. She gently picked them up and folded
them as she rang each item into the register. I handed her my credit
card and she swiped it through the reader. "Would you like to join our
mailing list so you get notified of our specials and sales?"
"Oh yes he would, wouldn't you dear," replied my wife. "I'm sure
you'll need more lingerie as you expand your wardrobe."
"I'm sure you will," said a voice from behind me. It was the slender
woman from the waiting line. I turned and she said "I see you found
some pretty bras. Hope you enjoy wearing them to work this week,? she
laughed.
"If you'll give me your e-mail address I'll add you to our list," said
the clerk. My wife told her my e-mail address, I signed the receipt
and the clerk handed me a bag with my new lingerie inside. "Enjoy your
purchases. Hope we see you again soon."
I exited the store with my head hung low, not wanting to look at
anyone. I felt like everyone in the store was watching me. "Do you
want to do some more shopping?" asked my wife.
"No ... definitely no," I replied.
"Okay. I guess that was enough excitement for one day," responded my
wife. "We'll go home now."
We went back down the hall and left the mall. I was so happy to be out
of there. When we got in the car I broke down crying. Again. I was
just so weepy any more. "Maybe I should quit taking that medicine," I
said. "I'm sorry to be crying all the time."
"Honey, you remember the doctor said it was very important you take
your medicine every day," my wife reminded me. I don't mind the
crying. I know it's all for the better and it will help you become
more happy with the way you look."
"I love you so much," I replied. "Thank you so much for helping me buy
a white bra to wear to work. I'm so lucky to be married to you. I
don't know what I'd have done without you to help me find one." Somehow
I'd forgotten that I wouldn't even be looking for a bra if my wife
hadn't made me.
"Honey, I feel very fortunate to be married to you too," she replied.
"I'm happy to help you find some pretty bras for you to wear. I know
you want to look your best to go to work, and I'm happy to help you
shop so you can learn for yourself what looks right together. I think
if you listen to my advice we'll help you find a very professional
image that you'll love. Now let's go home."
She started the car and we headed for our house. "Thank you dear," I
replied, feeling very fortunate to have a wife that was so dedicated to
making me happy. She had helped me select a white bra that I could
wear under my white shirt to work tomorrow. Now I wouldn't have to
worry about that any longer.
Of course my wife knew very well that a white bra would be very obvious
under a white men's dress shirt unless I wore a tee shirt. She had
tried to tell me that white wasn't a good choice, and I thought I knew
better. She tried to give me a chance to buy a camisole to go over the
bra, but I wouldn't listen. This was going to be another lesson for me
that I should listen to my wife; she knew what was best for me. And
failing to follow her suggestions would lead to embarrassment for me;
even more embarrassment than following her suggestions would create.
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