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“Can you call Tyler and try to talk him out of coming over tonight? We already know each other as well as we need to. We both hate each other. There’s just nothing to be accomplished by him coming over here,” Kim said as I returned from taking Frankie to the bus stop.
“Well, you could suck his cock. That seems to be the theme lately,” I said tongue in cheek. The glare she gave me, however, told me I had stepped on the wrong landmine.
“That’s not even funny. He wouldn’t even be on the list if he wasn’t the only viable member of your family. I’m not doing anything with him except the sex required for conception.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll talk to him,”
“Also, I need you to stop at the grocery store on the way home and get something for you to make for dinner again.” Kim said as the conversation about Tyler waned.
“Can I buy you some bras or clothes that might make this easier for you to get out of the house?”
“I’ve already ordered some bras. I’m hoping they get here tomorrow. Once I have them, then I can get some clothes that meet Steve’s requirements better than my dowdy mom clothes.
I disliked Tyler as much, or more than Kim did. He and I aren’t close enough in age to have ever played together as children. He is seven years older than I am, which makes him almost ten years older than Kim. Even if we had been the same age, I doubt we would have been playmates. His idea of fun seems to be getting drunk and blowing things up, which, I’m sure it’s very exciting, but not intellectually stimulating. Our disconnect has become even more acute since the MAGA movement has engulfed his entire personality. I have become a libtard traitor and he a patriot, trying to save America.
So, I wasn’t looking forward to this call in the least, but decided it’s better to rip a Band-Aid off, so I called him from the car. “Is that you Joshy?” Already starting with the nickname that he knew I hated.
“Yes, It’s Josh. Kim and I were thinking that there’s really no reason for you to be wasting your time with this stupid courting process. So, there’s no reason for you to come over tonight.”
“Nah cuz. It aint no problem at all. I don’t get to town much and if your little wife is giving out kisses like last time. Well, I want to be in on that. And you probably still got that case of PBR that needs drinking. Oh yeah. I’ll be there.”
“She’s not giving out kisses. Steve was being pushy and took advantage of the situation. It will just be you two sitting on the couch talking. Do you really want to talk to her about her feminist topics?”
“You still got the PBR though, right?”
“Um, yes.”
“Good enough for me. Tell her I’ll be there about eight,” Tyler said, and the call ended.
I was imagining how I was going to break it to Kim when I pulled into the parking lot at work and didn’t notice Steve had been waiting for me in his car. He approached me as soon as I exited my car.
“Hey there buddy. Did the little wife suck another cock last night?”
“I honestly do not know. We didn’t talk about it afterwards, but I believe she did because she came to the room covered in cum.” Hoping this answer would save me from another call to Kim.
“Oh, I bet that was a nice sight. I’ll have to paint her next time we get together. Speaking of a nice sight. How do the neighbors like her new look?”
“She hasn’t left the house. I’ve saved her the embarrassment of leaving the house by taking Frankie to the bus stop and doing the grocery shopping.”
“I see. Why don’t you come to my office, and we’ll give her a call to discuss this.”
“Steve. I don’t want you calling my wife.”
“Come on in and we’ll call her. I don’t want you running around doing the shopping and taking your kid to the bus stop. Those are her duties, and I’ll make sure she knows it.”
“I don’t mind doing those things and she knows it.”
“I’m thinking maybe she should come down here for lunch and eat with you in the cafeteria too.”
“Please. Steve. I am begging you. Just leave this alone.”
“I’ll tell you what. If you can stand there quietly and not let your wife know you’re in the room with me, I won’t have her come down to have lunch with you dressed like a little slut.” The phone was ringing before he finished the sentence.
“Hello.” Kim said.
“Hello beautiful. I was just talking to Josh, and he was complaining about having to do all of the errands lately.”
“He what?”
“Yeah. He was blaming me, because of the outfits. You’re not making him do your errands because of the outfits, are you?”
“Yes, but you need to understand. I cannot go out dressed like this,” Kim said through sobs as she began crying.
“Don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m sorry. I just can’t go out with my blouse completely unbuttoned and my boobs completely on display. And we can’t afford a whole new wardrobe right now. I just want to get pregnant, not ruin my reputation around town.”
“I have an idea. What if you dress in your normal clothes and we go to the mall today. Let’s say around eleven. I’ll buy you some new clothes that make you feel and look sexy.”
“I can’t be seen buying clothes with a man who isn’t my husband. Just imagine how that would look.”
“I’ll bring Josh with me. I can tell his boss I need him for a meeting with a potential client and we can both meet you there. How does that sound?”
“It sounds amazing. You said I can just wear my regular bra and blouse?”
“Yes, until we find you something better.”
“Deal. I’ll let Josh know about our little excursion. We can meet outside Victoria’s Secret.”
“Steve!!”
“Sexiness starts with the undergarments and builds from there. You’re going to love it. Should I call Josh?”
“No. I will call him.”
Great. See you at eleven,” Steve said as he ended the call and gave me a self-satisfied toothy smile. “This is going to be so much fun. I’ll call Mike (my boss) now. We can leave at ten thirty. I’ll drive.”
Kim’s call moments after I left Steve’s office wasn’t a surprise.
“Hey baby.”
“What did you tell Steve?”
“Um. About what?” I asked playing dumb.
“About having to run all the errands.”
“I didn’t say it as such. I merely told him I was saving you from any embarrassment by taking over many of the tasks that require you to leave the house. I’m sorry.”
“Oh. Don’t apologize. I just earned another Oscar and will be getting a whole new wardrobe paid for by Steve. You two are going to meet me at the mall at eleven and we’ll make him pay for everything. Isn’t that great?”
“Ummm. Yes. Wow. I love you so much.”
I was truly amazed at my wife’s performance. I had truly believed she was distraught and here she was bragging about getting a free wardrobe out of Steve. I was elated she had pulled this over on him as well. Her performance would also likely force Steve to be more lenient on his requirements for Kim to expose herself publicly. I was giddy with excitement at the prospect of my wife dressing more provocatively. It was even better that Steve would take the blame and bear the expense.
“I love you too. See you later.”
“Wait.”
“Yes.”
“I do have some bad news. I could not talk Tyler out of visiting you tonight. I think the prospect of free beer was too much of a draw for him.”
“Thank you for trying. At least I will have some presentable clothes to wear tonight. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I met Steve in his office at 10:30 as he had requested. He was civil on the car ride to the mall, keeping the conversation mostly to business rather than the sexual exploits of my wife. I hoped that he had felt some guilt after Kim crying on the phone and his professional demeanor would continue through the entire trip. I knew it wasn’t likely but had to hope.
We found Kim sitting on a bench outside of Victoria’s Secret wearing a conservative white blouse buttoned from top to bottom with one of her industrial strength bras helping to conceal the size of her breasts. Her jeans were her usual loose-fitting comfortable jeans with white sneakers.
“Ok. Do you see anyone you know?” Steve asked as we approached.
I surveyed the area and said “No.”
“Great,” he said as we approached Kim. Once we were standing in front of the bench, he explained his plan. “Kim. You’ll go into the store, survey to see if you know anyone in there. If you see someone you know, you’ll turn to your left and Josh will join you. If you don’t see someone you know, you’ll turn to the right, and I’ll join you and pretend to be your husband. Josh stays outside the store and warns us by text if he recognizes anyone going into the store. Sound good?”
“Um sure. What if one of Kim’s friends that I don’t know goes into the store?”
“Well, since you don’t know them, I’ll just be Josh, and they won’t know the difference. Go ahead Kim.”
Kim stood, but before she could walk into the store Steve stopped her. “You won’t need your purse today. Give it to Josh.” She looked amused as she handed me her large black purse with gold trim. All moms of children past the diaper bag stage need to carry large purses for the snacks and other items a kid might need.
Kim entered the story, looking around for a few seconds before turning right.
“Looks like I will be joining your wife for a little lingerie show. Try to keep a close eye on that purse Josh,” Steve said as he strolled into the store to join my wife. I saw six women and one couple enter and leave the store while I waited. The wait was excruciatingly long. My imagination did me no favors. I imagined Steve doing all sorts of sordid things to my wife in the changing room while I sat outside the store holding her purse. I had the familiar mix of jealousy and arousal with my cock at full mast the entire time they were in the store.
Finally, I saw them heading towards the door. Steve was holding Kim’s hand, both laughing. My jealousy took center stage over my arousal at their appearance as a couple. Kim had changed in the store. She was now wearing a white form-fitting top with a zipper in the front. The fabric was thick enough to hide Kim’s prominent nipples, but so tight fitting that it pushed her breasts in and up showing a generous amount of bare flesh above where the zipper stopped in the middle of her chest. The top stopped just short of the black pleated skirt that went to mid-thigh. Her legs were covered in black lace stockings. Her white sneakers made her look like a teeny bopper, instead of the adult she was.
As soon as Kim saw me gawking at them, she shucked Steve’s hand out of hers and looked at me with a look of guilt. I must admit she looked spectacular in the outfit Steve had selected. It was hot and a little slutty, but not over the top slutty. It wasn’t something she could wear to a church function, but it was acceptable for a trip to the mall. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the center of her chest where her breasts were pressed together, forming a delectable gap behind where they were being forced together.
“Hey sweetie. How do I look?”
“You look hot.”
“She does. Doesn’t she? Here. You take the bags,” Steve said as he handed me the three bags he was carrying. I tried to give Kim’s purse back to her, but Steve stopped me saying “Just keep it. She won’t be needing it all day. Now we need shoes.”
“I can’t try on shoes wearing this skirt and THESE panties!” Kim nearly screeched.
“Yes, you can. We just need to ensure you don’t know the shoe salesman. Also, make sure you get the full service and allow the shoe salesman to put your foot into the shoe,” Steve said with a confident smirk.
The next store was a department store with a shoe department. I was allowed to be her husband while Steve selected the shoes for Kim to try on by picking up any shoes he expected her to try. He entered the shoe section first and picked up a pair of black heels. Kim and I approached the shoe department where we were immediately approached by a middle-aged man with a receding hairline he was trying to hide with a bad comb-over. He was pasty white with a potbelly and skinny legs. He stared at Kim’s cleavage as he introduced himself as Jerry.
Kim touched the heel Steve had indicated and asked to try it on in a size 5.
She took a seat in one of the benches looking extremely nervous as the disgusting salesman headed to the back to get the desired size. Her skirt rose high enough to show the tops of her sexy lace stockings.
Moments later, he was standing over Kim, leering at her chest as he asked if she wanted him to fit the shoes for her. She accepted. He seemed surprised but was overeager as he descended to one knee in front of Kim, quickly taking her left foot into his hand, lifting it to chest height. He slowly removed her sneaker. Her skirt fortuitously fell between her legs covering her panties from view, but this caused the dress to come up on the sides, revealing the tops of her thighs well past the tops of her stockings.
I looked around to see if anyone was watching besides the letch with my wife’s, now bare foot in his hand. He gave her foot a little rub before he placed the heel over her foot. Kim was doing an excellent job of keeping her knees as close together as possible throughout this process. I don’t believe she exposed her panties at all. She walked towards Steve to give the shoes a test walk. He gave a nod, meaning these shoes were acceptable. He was also holding a heel with long straps on it, which meant those were Kim’s next shoes to try on.
I haven’t seen my wife in heels in forever. The transformation of her look was incredible. Her legs suddenly seemed more toned, and her ass pushed out further. She looked sexier than I had ever seen her look.
Once the shoe salesman had left to retrieve the boots, Steve casually walked by us and whispered. “Knees apart this time, Kim.”
Jerry returned with the strappy boots. Kim purposely let her knees fall apart when she raised her left foot for him. The skirt fell between her legs again, but Jerry kept glancing toward her crotch as he laced the straps around Kim’s ankles and calves. While he was doing the second strap, I lowered myself to his level to see what he was seeing. My wife’s nearly transparent lace thong clearly visible, revealing her engorged pussy lips under and around them. It was no wonder he was practically staring up her skirt the entire time he slowly worked on the straps.
The trip to the shoe store ended with two pairs of heels purchased and one pair of pumps. Kim wore the strappy heels out of the store receiving appreciative stares from nearly every man who crossed our path. Kim looked extremely uncomfortable with all the attention she was receiving but endured it.
Steve offered to buy us lunch at that point. We found a little restaurant near the edge of the mall. I was sitting in the booth next to Kim with Steve across from us. I was relieved we had a waitress instead of a waiter meaning a respite from humiliation for us.
“I bet that guy is in the back room right now playing with himself thinking about you.”
“That’s disgusting. He was disgusting. That was so embarrassing.”
“I don’t believe you. I think you liked showing off.”
“What? Not a chance.”
“Josh. I want you to put your hand under your wife’s skirt and feel her panties. Tell me whether they are wet.”
Kim looked at me nervously as I slipped my hand slowly under the table onto her thigh. I slowly moved between her legs until I touched her panties. Her soaking, wet panties.
“Well?”
“Um They’re wet.” I confirmed, knowing if I lied, he would likely check for himself.
“It doesn’t mean anything. That man was a disgusting slob.”
“It means you liked showing your tight little pussy to that disgusting slob. It means you liked him lusting after your pussy. I even think you liked him touching your legs while he stared at your pussy.”
“Please stop. That is so gross. I want to eat, not throw up.”
“Admit that it turned you on and we can change the subject.”
“It turned me on. OK?”
“Which part turned you on the most?”
“You’re so bad.” Kim scoffed as she held her hands over her face before she continued. “It was a combination of that disgusting man seeing me like that and you making me show more of myself to him. And then when I saw how hard both of you got watching me – oh my gosh.
Steve gave me a sly grin as Kim revealed I had been hard. He had been hard too, but we both knew it was different for him. He was the one in control. The alpha. I was the beta husband allowing the alpha to display my wife to other men for his pleasure.
After lunch, Steve and Kim shopped in three more stores while I stood watch hoping someone who knew Kim would wander in to save her but had no such luck. I was carrying a gaggle of shopping bags when we stopped for a coffee.
“I can’t thank you enough for this, Steve.”
“I can think of a way for you to thank me,” Steve said, raising his eyebrows as he looked between Kim and me.
Kim looked at me for a second with a questioning look before turned to Steve, saying “Can I talk with Josh for a second?”
“Sure,” Steve said smiling smugly at me before taking his leave from the table.
“Please Kim. You were winning this one. You don’t have to give him anything in return.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to. I want to show him what I learned yesterday.”
“What if I said no?”
“Well, then I won’t do it. Are you saying no?” she asked as she put her hand under the table, caressing my hard cock
Fuck. I wanted to say no, but I couldn’t say it while she was touching me. I was close to cumming in my pants and needed her to stop. I pushed her hand away as I said “Where? Where would you do something like that?” I said gesturing towards the ever more crowded mall.
“I was thinking we could make a stop back to our place. I’ll take him to the guest room. Unless. Do you want to watch?”
“No. I do not want to watch my wife debase herself for that smug asshole.”
“OK. I’ll ride with him, and you can drive the minivan home.”
“You’re not supposed to do anything with these guys outside of our home. We had an agreement.” I wasn’t worried about our agreement. I was worried I would miss seeing or hearing something. I felt so depraved.
“Don’t worry sweetie. I’m just going to tease him a little on the way home. We won’t touch each other. I promise.”
“How did the discussion go?” Steve asked with that smug grin still plastered on his face as he returned.
“We’re going back to our place, and I’ll thank you properly. I’ll ride with you. John can drive the minivan. It will give us a chance to get to know each other even better.”
“Excellent,” Steve said flashing me a cocky grin as Kim stood up and I struggled to maintain my composure. While we remained in public, Kim continued to stay by my side while Steve was kept at a distance. It wasn’t until she sat in the passenger seat of his BMW that I felt my first real tinge of jealousy as I retreated to the minivan with my hands full of shopping bags.
I followed Steve’s BMW back to our place. The windows on his car were tinted enough that I couldn’t make out anything going on inside. So, I was left to my imagination, which once again led me to dark places; imagining Kim sucking Steve’s cock while he drove.
When we arrived at our house, I realized the problem of having Kim ride with Steve as my wife exited the passenger seat of his fancy BMW in broad daylight while I was getting out of our minivan. I looked around, not seeing any neighbors in their front yards on a Thursday afternoon. I was thankful for small miracles as we made our way inside, me carrying the bags of clothes.
“I’m going to show Steve the guest room. We’ll be back down soon.”
I waited until I heard the click of the door and quietly made my way upstairs to see if I could hear anything. I couldn’t’ hear much in the hallway, so I went into Frankie’s room, which is right next door to the guest room. In there, I could hear murmuring. As I approached the adjoining wall, I began to hear their voices but couldn't make out the words. The vent high up on the wall seemed to go directly through to the other side. It’s part of the furnace system called the cold air return and seemed to connect the two rooms acoustically.
I needed a chair. I quietly descended the stairs, retrieved a kitchen chair, quietly made my way back to Frankie’s room, placing the chair directly below the vent and finally could clearly hear what was happening in the guest room. I tried to look through the vent, but the vent grates on both sides prevented it.
There was no talking. Only moaning and slurping. Kim was already sucking his cock. This went on for a short while before Steve finally broke the near silence. “Fuck me. How did you learn to do that?”
“I’ve had a lot of practice since Tuesday night. Do you like it?”
“Fuck yeah. Do it again and milk it with your throat again. It feels amazing.” Steve said before his words trailed into moans of satisfaction. The slurping and moaning filled the room for a few minutes before Steve announced he was going to cum before grunting repeatedly.
I knew that was my cue to scurry back downstairs with my chair before they exited the guest room. I sat in the kitchen trying to will my cock to soften, but it had a mind of its own at that point. I was still fully erect when I heard them descending the stairs. I held my hands over my crotch to shield my erection from their view.
It wasn’t them. It was Steve by himself.
“Damn, you’re going to love it if I ever let your wife suck your cock again.”
“Where is she?”
“She needed a shower. We should get back to work now.”
I told him this morning about her being covered in cum and he had said he should do that next time. It was mere hours ago and he had already checked that box.
As soon as we got in the car, Steve continued his taunting. “I’m telling you. Your wife couldn’t give a blowjob for shit on Tuesday, then today she was like a pro, throating my whole cock in one go…”
“Just stop Steve. I have no interest in hearing about my wife’s cock sucking skills.”
“I want to believe you but that tent you’re covering there tells me you’re lying.”
“Fuck you, Steve,” I said as I decided covering myself wasn’t as important as getting back to work as quickly as possible. I opened the door and gestured for him to lead the way. I sat in the passenger seat of his car as we drove in silence, keeping my hands over my tented slacks trying to wish away my erection. The silence was somehow worse than Steve’s boasting because we both knew I had an erection that wouldn’t subside minutes after he had painted my wife’s face with his cum.
I’m not sure if he felt sympathy for me, but as we were approaching the office he started telling me what my story needed to be if my boss asked me about our customer visit. The shop talk shifted my brain away from the images of my wife coated in cum, allowing me to walk back into work without a tent in my slacks, and I was distracted the rest of the day by the work that had piled up during my absence, which helped me distract myself from wallowing in my sorrows.