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Shop Til You Drop To Your KneesI know my husband doesn't care to go shopping with me, but I wanted to find that special something to liven up our upcoming vacation, and I had just the shop in mind. They call what they sell club wear, but in my book, it's called perfect. Slinky, clingy, and low cut; just right to show off all the assets. His patience in our outing was greatly appreciated and I promised that he'd be rewarded, thoroughly. I'll enjoy looking back on this experience for some time to come.
I could see the aggravation creasing his brow as I asked his opinion on colors and styles, but then the heat came into his gaze with every short skirt I held up. When I finally found a few outfits and dresses that I liked, I headed for the dressing rooms.
There are chairs tailor made for men who accompany shopaholic wives and girlfriends. One chair sat open and waiting for my man. I felt both relief and excitement to see that the other chairs were filled with men, all in similar situations, waiting on wives or girlfriends. I debated his reaction to what I had in mind, but then threw caution to the wind.
The dressing room doors consisted only of fabric, and I didn't bother to close my curtain completely. As I looked out I saw his eyes go wide when my top hit the floor and left me bare from the waist up. I wasn't in full view of anyone except my husband and the sales clerk, but I was still slightly apprehensive. When I glanced in her direction to find her smiling at me it eased my fears. Apparently I wasn't the first to do this. She settled in behind the counter to watch the show. Her reaction made me bolder.
Slowly, I unhooked my slacks and turned to slowly ease them down my thighs, leaving my thonged ass exposed and in the air. I sneaked a peak over my shoulder as I stood to judge his reaction and saw him shift positions to ease the pressure that was building in those tight jeans of his. Taking my time, I slid a dress over my head and shimmied it into place. It was cut almost down to my waist in front, a deep V that exposed the inner sides of my breasts. The skirt was short and slightly flared. It would be a great dress for the dance floor; easy to expose myself a little at a time while in a crowd of people. I slid the curtain aside and walked out to pose in front of my darling, waiting for him to tell me yes or no. When I raised my arms above my head it pulled my skirt up enough to expose the lowest edge of my ass. I felt the stare of the other men as I modeled. When I bent over my husband's chair to whisper in his ear, to ask what he thought, I knew he and several other men could see my breasts. I love having that kind of attention focused on me.
When I received an enthusiastic nod, I blew him a little kiss and turned back to the dressing room. Behind my back I heard someone telling my husband that he was a lucky man. For that, I decided to leave the curtain open a little farther.
The second outfit was a halter top and longer skirt combo that pushed my girls up and left my midriff bare. Actually, you couldn't call it a skirt as it was only a panel of material in the front and back held together by a thin cord looped loosely at the waist. I noticed the clerk's smile again. She gave me a thumbs up and I gathered that she approved of this one. I liked it myself. With every step I'd take the skirt would flare to expose me fully. It was meant to be worn by a seductress, so that's what I would become.
Again, I pulled the curtain aside abruptly, but this time it wasn't necessary to have movement to attract attention. I saw several eager faces turned my way, waiting. I think they were enjoying the show.
I knew the look on my husband's face. I'd seen it several times, just before he lost that perfect control of his and fucked me. The thought of him dragging me back to my dressing room and shoving the skirt and my thong aside, left me very wet and turned on. Hell, the thought of him pulling me onto his lap was driving me nuts too. I couldn't look away from him; from that promised heat.
As I asked his opinion I heard several others voice their approval. Again, he nodded, but this time it was much slower, his gaze sultrier. Why bother to close the curtain this time at all? Everyone had already seen almost everything I had. I strode back to the small cubicle and with my back to everyone, slid the clothing off. The only thing that covered me was the small V at the top of my ass. I was so excited that I couldn't hear anything except my own pulse pounding in my ears. I took my time bending down to slip on some heels and then slipping on the next outfit. Before I could even turn around I heard applause behind me.
When I stepped out I noticed that several women had come from their dressing rooms and joined their men to watch me. None of them looked pissed at me as I had feared. One who stood to the side told me she wished she had the guts to do what I just did. I looked at my husband to see the biggest smile on his face that I'd ever seen. No longer did shopping matter. I'd accomplished what I'd come to do. I asked if he was ready to go and he jumped to his feet, nearly pulling me to the check-out counter. I tugged free and went back to collect my clothing and the new outfits.
The clerk allowed me to wear my new outfit out of the store, which consisted of a wrap-around mini-skirt that left a slit in the thigh and a low-cut, long sleeved blouse. He quickly paid for my purchases and after the clerk removed the tags for me, we headed for the car. Once there, I expected him to immediately head for home but instead, he pulled me across the front seat and into his lap. I was half afraid my ass would start honking the horn, but after his mouth was on mine I couldn't have cared less. I felt his fingers nudging my panties aside as he stroked my wetness. It coated his hand in seconds and I heard him groan deeply. Pushing me back into my seat, he reached across and buckled me in. After telling me to keep my hands to myself he threw the car into gear and we raced for home. I can only thank my lucky stars we didn't pass a cop along the way.
Halfway up the first flight of stairs to our apartment he unfastened my skirt and I let it fall into his hands. Once we made the turn to the next flight he demanded my top. I happily pulled it over my head and tossed it back at him. Now all I wore was my thong and a pair of strappy heels. I felt so sexy and free. The threat of one of our neighbors coming out and catching us on the stairs turned me on even more. Once we got to our door, he pushed me up against it, settling himself between my thighs. I was thrilled as one of his hands pulled my leg up and the other was working on getting the key into the lock. God, how I wanted him to fuck me right then and there.
We barely made it in the door before we stumbled to the floor, a tangle of hands racing and grabbing at his clothes, trying to get him free. Just a second before rolling me beneath him, he tugged my thong off. I didn't need any other foreplay, I didn't need anything but his hard cock buried deep inside of me. I was soon given my desire. He thrust into me hard and fully. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head from the pleasure of it all. I was drunk on lust.
My head eventually rammed into the wall that stood behind the door and he stopped and pulled out of me. I almost protested at the loss, but then he rolled me over and helped me to my knees. I love being fucked from behind, it makes me feel so submissive and feminine. To have his hands digging into my ass cheeks as he thrust into me, thrills me like nothing else can. Feeling him hard and inside of me is so damned good.
I reared back and pulled his head down to my neck. While he grazed his teeth across my skin and held my breasts in his hands, I let my own hands run across all the flesh I could reach. Once his fingers started to work on my clit, I felt my orgasm building. I covered his hand with my own, but he quickly switched that position. He pushed my fingers into my own wetness around his cock and then helped me to rub the swollen flesh between my lips. With each dip we caressed our joined flesh and I swirled to brush across his balls every so often. Oh, so good. Faster and faster, he pushed into me until we both started to come apart.
At the last moment, I felt the bite of his teeth on my neck, sucking and leaving a mark. I was being devoured and I loved it. My brain stopped working right then and there.
Aftershocks racked my body and still our joined hands stroked my clit. At each stroke my pussy clenched tightly on his cock and he thrust again and again. When finally, neither of us could take anymore, we broke apart. Sitting back on his heels, he rubbed the bruised flesh of my ass where he'd grabbed me earlier. It was all I could do to stay on my hands and knees and not collapse.
The satisfaction was such a relief that we both started laughing. I rolled over and sprawled out on the floor and he joined me a second later. I knew we'd end up in bed sooner or later, but that would have to wait until my legs turned back from their jellied state.  This whole experience left me with a new meaning to the phrase, 'shop till you drop'.
I have a feeling that from now on he'll be as eager as I am to hit the stores. I can't wait to see how he likes my next surprise. Until then, I have this wonderful memory to tide me over.
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