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A couple of months ago, my husband’s best friend was visiting us for the weekend. The guys were catching up while watching a game upstairs while I relaxed with a book downstairs. That’s when I got a sneaky text from my husband’s friend suggesting we slip out together so he could take me shopping, as a surprise for my husband.
He knew about my husband’s cuckold/hotwife fantasy and said it would be fun to tease him a little. My heart started racing. Since this was my first time doing something like this, I wanted to ensure hubby was okay with it. I showed the text to my husband when he came downstairs for a drink and asked if for his permission since we never had discussed this scenario before. He grinned and told me to go for it. I gave him a quick kiss and felt that familiar naughty thrill run through me.
Not long after, his friend “needed the bathroom,” so he came downstairs and we both quietly snuck out to the garage. As soon as we pulled out of the driveway, the excitement hit me hard. I was alone with my husband’s best friend, heading out to be spoiled while my husband sat at home wondering what was happening.
He took me to a cute boutique I’d been wanting to check out. We started innocent enough, me trying on cute outfits and stepping out to show him. I could tell he was enjoying the view. I sent my husband a quick “playing barbie dress up” text, but mostly I focused on modeling for his friend.
The outfits got sexier as we went. Tight tops where my nipples kept poking through, as I had “forgotten” to wear a bra…high-waisted pants that hugged my ass perfectly. I made sure to turn around slowly so he could get a good look and so he could take pictures for my husband, of course.
Then things got spicier.
He followed me into the dressing room for the lingerie portion. The first time I slipped off my top and stood there in just my thong, I felt so exposed… and so turned on. He was sitting right there, phone in hand, watching me change. I tried on several pieces, some lacy, some barely-there, and posed for him, sometimes topless, sometimes with my ass turned toward him while I adjusted the fabric in the mirror.
He kept telling me how good everything looked, how sexy I was, and I loved the attention. I felt spoiled, desired, and a little wicked knowing my husband was home getting the pictures and probably rock hard.
By the time we left, my friend had spent way more than I had ever expected on new outfits for me. I had a bag full of sexy new clothes and a phone full of teasing photos he’d taken “just for my husband.”
When we got home, we acted completely normal, but the tension in the air was electric. I loved every second of being spoiled and shown off like that. My husband got the thrill of the tease, his friend got to enjoy the show up close, and I got to feel sexy, desired, and a little naughty.
Best shopping trip ever. The fun didn’t stop there, that evening though is a story for another time!
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