Being a busy sort of guy, I don't often get a lot of time to spend with my wife. It's something that pains me because I love my wife to the point of infatuation and I adore spending time with her. But I also love providing for her, and in order to provide I have to work.
It's a vicious circle.
So on a random Tuesday when my wife, Jess, popped her head into my home office to say she was going shopping for some new clothes I volunteered to come with. Not because I wasn't busy, but because I could bring my laptop and and smart phone along and work while she tried on her outfits. Just another example of technology making our lives better.
My wife is a real cutey. She's about 5'6" with ash blond hair, pert D-cup breasts and the sort of curvey curves that makes a man want to grab a hold and take a ride. When she smiles she beams with her whole face and seems even younger than her 27 years. Watching her happily trying on new outfits is a real treat.
Just getting to be the man who makes her happy is a treat.
We arrived at my wife's favorite store - an upscale sort of establishment with helpful attendants who spend a lot of time with the customers. Jess caught the eye of one of the clerks - a hot nerdy little thing with long, long brown hair in pig tails, horn rim glasses and a name tag saying her name was Tyler - and they quickly began to amass a mountain of clothes to try on.
I retreated to a comfortable looking couch with my bag of gadgets and set up shop to get some work done until it was my time to do my best Richard Gere/Pretty Woman impression and play judge. Not that it mattered. My wife has excellent taste in clothes, but she doesn't really need it. She could make a potato sack and clogs look positively fetching.
The large store wasn't very busy, so we had a secluded corner of it to ourselves.
I'd been working for a bit, and had judged a few outfits (I said yes to whatever seemed to make her happy, one benefit of my working is getting to buy my lady what she wants), when I noticed that I hadn't seen Jess or Tyler for a while. I stood up from my couch, stretched out some neck kinks, and sidled over to the changing area.
I could hear Tyler and Jess, who had been getting along famously, talking and laughing in one of the curtained booths in the middle of the row of changing areas. I was about to return to my perch on the couch when I heard my wife's giggle turn into a "mmmmmm" of the sort that is unmistakable.
Something, or someone, was turning her on.
I quietly slipped into the booth next to the one Jess and Tyler were occupying, stepped on the provided bench, and slowly peeked over the wall into the next booth. I didn't want to be caught. After all, a moan is no smoking gun and if all was innocent I didn't want to look like an ass or a peeping tom. Though, of course, this was my wife in the booth.
Lucky for me (in more ways than one it would turn out) things were far from innocent.
Tyler was standing behind my wife ostensibly helping her adjust the upper part of slinky little gown, but on closer inspection I noticed a couple of fingers on her right hand slowly circling the tip of Jess breast which was exposed just above the top of the dress. Both were frozen still, staring at one another in the mirror, then Tyler moved her head in closer and began to kiss the edge of my wife's ear lobe.
This got a hooded-eye smile and another of those adorable giggles out of my wife who leaned back a bit to facilitate Tyler's ministrations. Given this tacit sign of approval, Tyler moved her hand down under the top of the gown Jess was half wearing and cupped her heavy breast while moving from kisses to licks long the edge of her ear and down to her neck.
Turning around, Jess shrugged off the top of the dress leaving it pooled around her slender waist - just above the sexy flair of her hips - then pulled Tyler in to her for a full-on, mouth-to-mouth, tongue-twisting kiss. The sexy girls began running their hands up and down each other's backs and cupping each other's asses while making muted kissing and moaning sounds.
The ardent make-out continued as Tyler slipped her thigh in between Jess' legs, hiking up her skirt with the move, and both commenced grinding - Tyler on my wife's bare thigh and Jess on Tyler's jean-clad leg.
It was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen. Two beautiful women humping at each other, kissing and running their hands all over each other and I had the best seat in the house...but I wondered if it could get better. Could I inject myself into this situation without dispelling the magical aura of lust which some how seemed to have cropped up between them in this strange setting, or should I settle for the front-row seat I already had?
As Tyler pushed my wife into the corner where she slid down and exposed the fact that she was already, somehow, without her panties I made up my mind. Tyler went to her knees clearly intent on licking my wife's pussy, and I came down off my bench and walked around the corner to the curtain closing off their booth.
I whisked the curtain aside, stepped in quickly, and shut it again behind me. The store was mostly deserted, but not exactly empty, and whatever was about to happen I didn't want an audience.
My wife looked up at me, her hooded eyes widening in alarm. She may have thought some store manager had caught them, and she seemed relieved to see it was her husband, though she was still more than a little apprehensive at being caught with a strange woman's head between her shapely thighs.
Tyler, for her part, had a look of abject terror behind her cute eyeglasses at the sight of her customer-turned-tryst-partner's husband, and I sought to set them both at ease with a grin.
"We may not have a choice but to buy that gown now honey," I said in a bemused way. "It's going to look used."
