Stress Relief

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Christie seemed fascinated by the display the couple was getting, and I had to admit, it was interesting and something of a turn-on, especially when the couple were encouraged to feel the fabric and they did so without hesitation. There was such confidence displayed by the model I could hardly believe it.

Christie admitted she didn't know the answer to my question, but her eyes didn't leave the trio. Her gaze even remained when the model and the lady disappeared in the back.

"You think she's trying on the outfit the model just had on?" I asked.

 

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"I guess so?" Christie replied to Matt's question. Shortly, the sales lady beckoned to the male of the couple, then led him through the curtain. After several long minutes, the trio reappeared carrying a small box, with the sales lady leading the couple to a register.

The blonde reapproached Matt and Christie. "When you find something you like, you're more than welcome to receive a fitting or try something on. Unfortunately, we do have to require that your partner either remain in the store area and it be worn out to check it out, or have one of us accompany the other back. These garments have a tendency to make patrons too frisky for our establishment."

Christie could well understand the reason-the staff was all extremely attractive, and the lingerie was designed to be enticing for both wearer and viewer alike. Christie's heart pounded in her chest at wearing any of it, and the effects it was sure to evoke in her viewers. She couldn't imagine how the staff wasnt affected.

Meanwhile, the third sales woman was disappearing through the curtains while the remaining couple seated themselves on one of the couches.

The lady attending Matt and Christie stepped closer and said conspiratorially, " We also have more 'thematic' pieces that we don't display. Many couples enjoy those, but it's a fraction of our sales and not something we like to emphasize."

 

[susurrus]

We shopped a bit longer, while occasionally taking in the goings-on around us. I had far more ideas of what to buy to show off my sexy wife than I was going to shell out the bucks for, but now that I knew the place was here, we could always come back.

While we were observing, the salesgirl in the almost-there teddy came up and explained a few things for us. It all made sense. I'd noticed the "bouncers" earlier, it was fascinating to hear some of the other precautions that were taken to ensure everything remained legal and above-board.

I was nearly breathless at the beauty of the salesgirl and her total lack of self-consciousness at showing so much skin. When she was finished explaining how things worked, I told her:

"I'd really like to see what my wife looks like in something like you're wearing, as well as the ensemble the couple who are just going to check out were looking at."

My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest, and my cock had to have been making an incredible bulge in my jeans. If anyone noticed, they said nothing. Guys with hard-ons had to be commonplace enough that it was a "seen it all before" thing.

The salesgirl seemed flattered that I was interested in the outfit she had on. "Great choices." She turned her attention to Christie. "You're going to look spectacular, honey."

 

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As the sales lady turned to lead Matt and her towards the rear of the store, Christie flushed. But she also felt arousal growing in her loins. She checked out in more detail the rear of the woman's ensemble and knew that it was something for which Matt would have an appreciation.

Having already been wearing the outfit, this sales lady didn't spend as much time demonstrating it upon arriving at the couches. Instead, she pointed out some of the features, naming the qualities of the piece and turning her body to emphasize the part she was discussing. She offered it to Matt and Christie to examine just as the other model came out wearing a very sheer baby doll. Christie wasn't sure where to look, and inadvertently grazed Matt and Christie's model's skin several times-sometimes through checking out some of the stitching, other times while distracted by the other model.

She'd been wrong about the models not being affected, she realized as she caught sight of their model's pulse bounding in her carotid. The woman's respiratory rate was also elevated, and a faint yet discernible flush made her skin glow. Christie trailed her finger along the armlet of the outfit, watching closely as the other woman's eyes fluttered almost imperceptibly.

Matt also was checking out visually and tactilely, and Christie felt both jealousy and a surprising urge to see him kissing the model. The woman seemed to note when they were done with their examination and switching more to an erotic moment, and stood to guide Christie by the hand through the curtains. Once there, she measured Christie's bust and hips before having her disrobe and disappearing, returning a few moments later with a box.

"I'll be right outside," the woman informed her. "You're welcome to either step out so your partner can see it, or just say you're ready and I'll bring him back."

Thanking the woman, Christie slowly slid into the evening wear as she debated internally if she could step outside.

"Slut," she thought yet again as she finished tucking everything in place. "Matt would want me to step out. Finished, her heart pounding, she checked herself out in the mirrors of the dressing room before slipping her sandals back on amd through the curtains to the main showroom.

 

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The salesgirl, who introduced herself as "Amber" as she led us to the display area sat us down where we'd seen the other "fitting room" customers placed. Since we'd already gotten a pretty good look at how the merchandise looked on a live woman, she went right into the "inspection of the workmanship" phase of the presentation.

Amber encouraged us to feel the garment and not to be afraid to contact her body. My hand shook as I reached out and touched another woman's underwear for the first time in... well, shit... forever, I guess. My hand flattened against Amber's taut, young skin and felt the fabric that covered her perfect curves. It was hard not to get carried away, especially when watching my wife touching her too, her fingers going up and under the edges where fabric ended and skin began. I wondered when the last time was Christie had touched another woman in anything but a clinical setting. My guess was: never like this.

And Amber wasn't immune to the attention, either. Her nipples became visibly hard and her breath changed. I wondered briefly if that wasn't why the sales staff looked so confident. They were in an almost constant state of arousal! Made me admire their willpower. Be rough, to come off each work day with an almost unbearable case of blue balls.

The visual of Christie taking her examination several steps futher oozed itself into my mind's eye, followed quickly with all three of us taking advantage of the situation.

Suddenly, I realized I needed to be done with my examination and pulled my hand away. Christie did the same after a few seconds more, and Amber smiled down at us, holding her hand out to my wife. She led her to the back, where they disappeared.

While my imagination ran away with me as to what the women could be getting up to, back there away from prying eyes, I saw another couple get seated at one of the other couch display areas. They were accompanied by the young man in the posing pouch. While I waited, I watched as surreptititously as possible how that whole process played out, when Amber stepped back out.

"She's trying it on," she informed me. "If she doesn't come out, I'll take you back to see if you like it on her."

I didn't have to wait long. I'd have been happy to be called into the back, but to my surprise, the curtain moved, and out stepped my Christie, wearing a teddy to match the one Amber wore.

It took everything I had not to moan out loud or cum in my pants. In my peripheral vision, I saw heads turn in our direction. Not for the first time, I was proud as hell to be the guy who called this woman his. My heart was pounding even harder than it had before and I'd lost the ability to speak.

"Beautiful!" Amber gushed, though I suspect she'd have done that regardless what Christie looked like. Turning to me, she asked, "Don't you think so?"

A few slams of the heart later, I managed to choke out: "We'll take it."

 

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Christie was acutely aware of her near nudity, even without the sheer aspects of her clothing. Even without that, the garment was far skimpier than any of her most daring swimsuits. With the transparent panels, she was almost nude stepping out of the fitting area.

She felt rather than saw the gazes of the other people, and her own view darkened. Still, she felt a rush of exhilaration like none other she'd experienced. She heard the sales lady's compliment and what seemed interminably later Matt's garbled statement of wanting the ensemble. With a slow parade in front of him, she moved back through the curtains and slowly removed the lingerie, waiting until Amber brought the other that Matt had selected.

Once she was dressed in the other, she wasn't sure she could make herself go back out, but she remembered the appreciation in her husband's eyes when she had done so with the former. This one was even more revealing than the last, but she toughened her mind, telling herself that if the sales models could do it, so could she-and nobody would be touching her, unlike the models. Without even a glance in the mirrors to check her appearance, she once again stepped through the curtains-mustering all the self-confidence she could.

 

[susurrus]

My god, I wanted to fuck Christie right then and there! In my mind's eye, I saw every eye in the place admiring the sexy woman I married, made even sexier by the outfit she had on. My attention was entirely on my wife, especially as she slowly walked in front of me, turning so I could get the full effect of what the tight lingerie did for her.

When she gave me a last glance before going back behind the curtains, I didn't want to look anywhere else. My attention was at the part of those hanging pieces of fabric, my arousal heightened astronomically by what I'd already seen. If I had to go backstage for the next outfit, I'd go back in a flash.

There was no need. Christie never called for me.

My mind registered her entrance in slow motion. First a foot, then a leg. A hip and a shoulder, When finally, she stepped fully out into the open, I couldn't hold back the moan. Jesus F. Christ! I had never seen my Christie look so incredible!

Suddenly I had tunnel vision, and the only thing I could see at the end of that tunnel was the woman I married. Yes, Amber was beautiful, as were all her other co-workers, but I got to go home with the woman before me! I got to wake up with her beside me in the morning!

I got to fuck her...

"Good god, baby, you are spectacular," I managed to get out once I had my breath back.

 

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Christie did her best to walk slowly so that Matt could take in the outfit, when what she really wanted was to rush back into the fitting room. Instead, she walked in front of him and bent forward, then straightened again and turned before once again bending while keeping her legs straight and feet shoulder width apart.

"You're spectacular," she heard him say, and she turned her head over her shoulder to smile at him before trying to walk languidly back through the curtains. Once safely hidden, she felt a rush of euphoria and it's associated giddiness, making her collapse in a fit of giggles on the bench in the fitting room.

She changed back into her clothing, noting the scent of her arousal cloying the air. Amber came in to gather the lingerie selections as Christie was preparing to put her top back on.

"You did really well walking out there like that," the other woman remarked. "Most ladies have their partner come back. The few that don't barely make it through the curtain and make their significant other come the rest of the way to them. We're always looking for more staff, if you're interested. We've got both full-time and part-time offerings." Picking up both garments, she paused and suddenly hugged Christie. "I hope you at least consider it. It's a fun job, I guarantee your partner will benefit, plus there's also the employee discounts. She wiggled her eyebrows and winked suggestively before turning to package up the selections, and Christie swore that the odors in the room weren't just her own.

Tossing the top back on hurriedly, Christie rejoined Matt and picked up a couple more skimpy panties she was sure Matt would appreciate before Amber reappeared and moved towards the cash register. Christie made sure to be invading Matt's personal space as much as possible the whole time, frequently brushing her body against his. She knew she was teasing him mercilessly, and hoped he'd lose control sooner rather than later so that both of them could get some much needed relief.

 

[susurrus]

I hadn't noticed before, but Christie's nipples were as stiff as I'd ever seen them. The thin bra she had on did nothing to hide that. When she stepped up to me and leaned forward, letting her luscious breasts hang beneath her, it took a load of willpower not to reach out and take them in my hands, if for no other reason than to feel those nipples dig into my palms.

I refrained, honoring the store's policy against "frisky" behavior, then was treated to Christie's backside and her barely covered pussy.

Just like with her tits, I wanted to pull her down and feel her fragrant (yes, I could smell it) crotch grind against my achingly hard one. As it was, I kept one hand planted firmly on my thigh, and only brought one up and laid it gently on the cheek of her well-toned ass.

Christie gave me a smile, her ass still in my face, then straightened and sashayed back behind the curtain, her hips swaying in a very un-Christie-like motion.

I was fucking vibrating. Hands-down, this was the most exciting clothes shopping expedition I'd ever been on. When Amber ducked back behind the curtain, she was gone a lot longer than seemed necessary. Of course, my mind ran wild. One insanely intense fantasy popped through my libido only to be replaced by the next before the first had a chance to really take hold.

The ladies emerged finally, smiling and walking maybe a little closer together than necessary... but that might have been a remnant of the fantasy flashes I'd been experiencing. Christie carried a box, I assumed with the outfits she'd tried on. Amber touched her arm and gave a smile before moving on to the next pair of customers, leaving me with my spectacular (yes, I used that word again) wife.

I couldn't find words for a while. Christie stopped at a table of thongs of various designs and picked out a few more to add to her wardrobe. I, of course, wanted at least one of everything in the place, but knew that even what we'd chosen was going to run more than any typical underwear purchase would.

Finally, I found my voice. "Crap, I was going to ask what she meant by 'special' items." I shrugged. "Oh well, we'll just have to come back."

I threw an arm around Christie's back and rested my hand on her hip as we made our way to the checkout stand. As suspected, the cost wasn't insignificant, but Christie had warned me, plus I'd peeked at price tags while we shopped on our own so I had an idea what I was getting into...

And it was fucking worth it.

Seeing how apparently fearless my beautiful wife was acting among total strangers turned me on immensely. It was HOT, to put too mild a word to it.

Back in the car, I suggested, "How about a stop at home, before we do any more shopping?"

 

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Christie could hear the innuendo in Matt's voice as he suggested a stop at home before doing more shopping. She thrilled at the insinuation and at having gotten him to that point. Then she had a thought.

"If you really want to wait that long," she said suggestively, leaning across the consol towards him, her breast resting on her forearm. Truth to tell, she did want a quicky at home, especially if Matt wanted to continue shopping, but she was excited enough that she'd let him take her almost wherever. And today was about her fulfilling his desires, not hers.

"By the way, they offered me a job," she laughed softly, more amused than suggesting or considering.

 

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In response to my suggestion, Christie asked even more suggestively, "If you think you can wait that long." The pose she struck was intended to have exactly the effect it had on me. Then again, it seemed like everything she did took on a delectably erotic connotation lately.

Nevertheless...

I swung in to a motel along the road. It wasn't a fleabag, which was good, but the request I intended to make at the desk was going to imply that I thought it was.

The kid at the desk barely batted an eye. He seemed bored out of his wits, and the request of renting a room for anything less than overnight implied something at least moderately more exciting than his day had obviously gone so far.

He handed me a key and I went out to fetch Christie...

 

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Matt took a mediated approach to Christie's statement. While more private than what she'd worried, it was still going to be obvious than what she would normally prefer. Still, due to her own arousal at the day's activities thus far, she didn't have to play up her eagerness very much at all.

Once Matt came out from the office, she stood directly up against him as he opened her door, pulling his head down for a kiss and grinding her hips against him slightly. After deepening the kiss for a few long moments, enjoying the feeling of his need for her pressing against her stomach, she wrapped one of his hands around her so that it supported the breast on that side and walked alongside him. Once at the door, she spun between it and her husband, knowing full well it would cause him to fumble at getting them inside.

"What's the matter, is someone so preoccupied with his personal slut that he can't even wait until night, or even long enough to get home to take her properly?" She didn't have any room to talk: she could tell that her panties were well past damp, and that waiting much longer would have started getting irritating. Still playing to Matt's desires though, she pulled him closer by the waistband of his pants, sandwiching herself hard between him and the door.

"You know that's what the clerk is thinking, that you're hooking up with some easy woman. Nobody else gets a room this early in the day otherwise. So he knows exactly what we're going to be doing. Do you like knowing that other people know your wife is about to get laid? Should we remove all doubts from minds?" she asked, drawing his free hand under her skirt to the waistband of her panties. At least this time her intimate bits were protected from sight, unlike the night previously and even ealier today, weating the gauzy lingerie-even if Matt WERE to remove her thong.

 

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Christie was hot. And I mean in the good way. She barely even waited for me to open the door before she was out of the car and making out with me. After kissing in the parking lot for probably two whole minutes, she turned, grabbing my hand and holding it to her breast, then started walking toward the door.

Just as we reached the door to the motel, she spun quickly, which made me stumble. She began talking in that amused, teasing tone she'd picked up recently, that enflamed me so, because I knew that tone meant she was as into this as I was. I have to admit, I only heard about every third word, because about the only thing on my mind at that moment was my cock in Christie's pussy.

When she pressed me against the door, it brought my attention more directly to her. We stood half in and half out of the place. The kid at the desk craned his neck to see what was going on. I could see in my peripheral vision, because I sure as hell wasn't looking away from the hot slut before me.

"You know that clerk is thinking you're hooking up with some easy woman. Why else would you be getting a room in the middle of the day? He knows what we're here to do. Do you like others knowing your wife's going to get laid? How 'bout we remove all doubt..." With that, she pulled my hand under her skirt, hooking a finger over the waistband of her panties.

At that point, the best idea in the world was for Christie to be pantiless. I bent and started pulling the soaking fabric toward the ground, aware that the kid at the desk was watching intently. It then dawned on me that not only did we have the audience from that side, but being half in and half out of the door, anybody on the street who might look our direction would see something happening, even if they didn't know exactly what.

The little thong got hung up on one of Christie's sandals, which forced me to my knees to try to remedy the situation. While I started to extricate the underwear from the shoe, something she said earlier finally sank in.

"A job? How will you work it into your hospital schedule?"

No, I wasn't tracking real well right at that moment...

 

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Matt was eating up the change in her, and Christie had to admit that she was enjoying the extra attention. Then Matt not only started peeling off her panties, but also bent to remove them. Thankfully, her skirt had fallen to cover her, but as she turned her head to avoid looking at the street she saw the kid at the desk watching them.

"We've got an audiance," Christie said to her husband. "Do you like knowing that someone is watching you show just how much of a slut your wife is willing to be for you? How ready she is to have you take her?"

Then as she stepped out of her panties, Matt asked about how she'd work another job, and she had to giggle at how his mind had shifted. Partly, he was questioning logistics, but he seemed accepting of the possibility. A possibility that she hadn't even had much time to consider.

"It seems someone rather likes the idea of his wife being a lingerie model," she teased him as he straightened in front of her. Once again pulling him against her by his waistband, she then extended her arm slightly to caress his erection between them. "At least, judging by this..." She unzipped his fly and slipped her hand inside to grasp him more firmly. "I hope you're ready to put this to good use..."

 

[susurrus]

I loved that Christie seemed amused by all this. Up until recently, she'd have been utterly humiliated by all the exhibition, but she appeared now to relish it. Of course, some of her humor may have come from my admittedly "kid in a candy shop" reaction to her acceptance of it all.

Let's face it: every young man in a relationship, on the prospect of marriage is like: fantastic, pussy whenever I want it! Then the ring goes on, the vows get made, and suddenly priorities change. The randy, unmarried slut gets replaced by the overworked, underappreciated wife, and the poor guy finds out that the policy becomes "business before pleasure," and there's always more business waiting behind the business she's working on at that particular moment.

Christie had become like that, particularly once COVID hit. Her job was changed and overtime became mandatory, and while others dropped from the stress, those who remained were forced to pick up more and more slack.

Some part of me figured Christie initially went along with my idea because she was too tired and didn't have the energy to fight. Now that she'd embraced the notion, though, she really appeared to be having fun.

"I'd be a fool if I didn't like all this," I said as I finally got her panties off her and let them dangle from my hand as I stood. "I started it, and in only a few days, you've run with the notion farther and faster than I could have even dreamed. It'd be idiotic to get all huffy because others can see. That's a big part of it: let them see how much you love me, and I'll sure as hell do my best to let them know how much I love you, too. It might be unconventional, to say the least, and some people might be offended, but they can live in their staid, boring, predictable Victorian world if they want. I pity them.

"And what sane man wouldn't want his wife to be a lingerie model? I like their attitude and their setup, and it looks like they've taken care of the security thing, too. My guess would be every model gets an escort to their vehicle at the end of the shift. My only regret would be: I'd want to be there to see you at work.

"If you want to give it a try, you know I'll be there for you all the way. It'd sure be a more fun 'visit to the wife's work' than the hospital, that's for sure."

I was almost - almost, mind you - surprised when Christie unzipped my pants, reached in and wrapped her fingers around my cock. Even though I'd talked a lot, my arousal hadn't waned, and I'd been leaking pre-cum for so long, Christie's hand slid easily along it.

I gave her a smile and a moan, and to her "put this to good use" comment, I returned, "We've got a room for a couple hours for you to find out."

 

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Christie didn't know how much of Matt's talk was just talk, but it was definitely encouragement to keep doing what she had been. As he continued to talk, she smiled flirtatiously at him and picked her panties off of his hand before dropping them to the ground. Using her free hand, she guided one of his beneath her skirt so he could act out his "show them" wording. She gasped, her legs trembling as he immediately stroked her slit, her clit hard and peeking out enough from her lower lips that his light fingers were able to graze it.

"If you're ok with chancing the indecent exposure charges by having me keep going out here, I'll take that risk too. But teasing me about the room being available while not letting us in might get you in trouble," she gasped as her hips glided back and forth on Matt's teasing finger. No doubt about it, she was soaked.

And then he started talking about her being a model, bringing back the rush that she'd experienced walking out into the storeroom just short of being naked. She had to bite back a moan.

"You like the idea of me basically parading around barely clothed in front of strangers, modelling even more risqué items, and having to let them play with the little clothing I have on when you're not there?" she asked. "And likely walking in on seeing that, like we did to that one girl when we showed up?" The idea both exhilarated and scared her.

 

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God, it was hot, standing there half in-half out of the hotel doorway, feeling up my wife. Then she mentioned possible legal problems and my rational mind said we'd probably had enough fun out in the open.

When she mentioned working at the lingerie store again, I wished I had my hand in her pussy, becuase I suspected she would have been getting wetter and wetter. My logic was that: yes, she was teasing me, but I thought she probably liked the idea as well.

"I do like the idea of you working there. Maybe I'd take a job as one of those taser-packing security guys so I could be on hand when you're working. Of course, knowing you, you'd like me to man the men's section, and put me in a leather posing strap while you're getting felt up by other customers..."

Not taking Christie's hand out of my pants, I placed a hand on her lower back and started to guide her through the lobby to the elevator, taking a quick, wistful glance at the panties she'd dropped in the doorway for the kid at the desk to retrieve when we were gone...

 

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Christie had no idea what a "posing strap" was, but she made a mental note to look it up later to incorporate into her teasing of her husband. But he really did seem to be into her dressing far more risqué, and acting more like it as well.

His mention of her getting felt up and him having to watch seemed to finally push him to taking care of both their needs, because he started guiding her in the direction he wanted-and only using his free hand to do so. That made walking with his hand between her legs a little awkward, especially when what her body wanted to do was hunch down and grind against Matt's hand. And she continued to do her best to stroke him as they walked, her own hand slick with his pre-cum.

It was only a few moments wait for the elevator to arrive, but it felt interminable when what she really wanted was to be impaled. Once inside, she leaned harder against him and spoke softly against his jaw in case anyone else joined them. Not that she was going to hold back, more just out of sensitivity to anyone else's paradigms.

"You really think that's what you want, huh? Me in public-even if it's just a lingerie boutique-in nothing but the barest of bedroom clothes? Letting people stroke and tug at the little covering I have, feeling up my most intimate areas through the sexywear, sometimes getting a peek at what's beneath? Even our saleswoman got turned on by us doing that to her. I could tell. You think that's what you want, baby?" She kissed his jawline lightly.

 

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We must have looked quite the sight, walking across the motel lobyy, Christie with her hand in my pants, my hand in her crotch as best as I could get it.

I saw the kid at the desk lean out and crane his neck as we passed, to check out Christie's soaked thong laying in the doorway.

"All yours, pal," I said to him as we went by. "Enjoy."

In the elevator, Christie pursued the lingerie job prospect, teasing me regarding if I really wanted her being felt up like that. Something I did notice about the demos at that shop. It was discreet, but each time one of the models emerged from the backstage curtains, I saw two of the security people move in just a little closer. My suspicion was that there were parameters that had to be maintained: my guess was one of them was no overt sexual contact. I had no way of knowing that for sure, but if there was no hanky-panky allowed, the corollary would be that if the patrons got too familiar with the display models, the security people were there to act as chaperones. The only way I'd know that for sure would be to have Christie take them up on the job, with the caveat that we were a package deal.

I turned my head to catch Christie's lips as she kissed and nipped at the side of my face. I gave her clit a rub as I told her:

"Only one way to find out. Maybe we can stop by later to talk more about it with somebody a little more in charge. One thing though: I want to be there, too, so hopefully they have an opening for another security guy."

 

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Christie flushed at hearing Matt tell the desk attendant to enjoy, and while she didn't mnow exactly what he was to enjoy she knew it had something to do with her. And then Matt sounded serious about this other job. Christie reminded herself that if Matt wanted it, she was going to do her best to do it. She couldn't help the small movements of her hips, sliding his finger so tantalizing against her button.

"I can switch to a twelve hour schedule, that'd give three or four days to be your model," she said to him, playing it up again even though she was uncertain. "So the question is, how well are you going to hold up, watching your wife showing her assets to all comers? And knowing that them looking and touching me is going to turn me on?"

She continued nibbling at Matt's jaw as she talked, her chest grazing his upper abdomen and teasing both of them even more.

 

[susurrus]

Christie once again wanted to know how I was going to take her being felt up by strangers if she pursued the lingerie model job.

"I don't know how I'll take it. I just know I want to be there. It may only happen once, who knows?"

Finally the elevator got to our floor. I bent a little to get the angle I wanted, then hooked a finger in Christie's hole and pulled her along toward the room...

 

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"I don't know how I'll take it. I just know I want to be there. It may only happen once, who knows?"
That sounded like he was serious about going through with it. Which meant Christie was serious about going through with it.

Then the elevator doors were opening, and without warning Matt was plunging a finger inside her and pulling her towards their room. That tugging had him putting pressure on her g-spot, and Christie had to focus on walking instead of increasing the the pleasure. Which, when combined with the sensations of the rest of his hand rubbing against her clit as they shuffled, was extremely difficult.

By the time Matt stopped in front of one of the doors, Christie was on the edge of an orgasm. She was both relieved and frustrated at the timing: relieved that she wouldn't have to take the chance of orgasming where someone might see her, but also frustrated at being so close and not getting the relief.

She couldn't wait for Matt to get the door open. As they shuffled inside, she started pulling at his clothes, fumbling to get them off so that he could get inside her.

 

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I don't remember opening the door, walking through it, or undressing. It seemed like: my hand was in Christie's pussy outside the room, with the very next thing, her heels rested against the top of my ass, with my cock buried to the root in a hole that needed no extra lubrication...

 

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Matt made out furiously with Christie, almost acting like he was trying to devour her. She fumbled through his buttons as fast as she could, as eager to have him as he seemed to be for her. Once he kicked his trousers off, he didn't even wait for her to undress-he practically threw her on the bed and jammed himself inside. Not that she was complaining; she was loving this animalistic approach.

She didn't even get the chance to kick her sandals off. She just wrapped her legs around Matt's waist and dug her heels in, rising to meet his thrusts as much as she could. Truth be told, there wasn't much thought going on inside her head, just her need to be ravaged. She didn't know if they were both turned on so much from the constant teasing throughout the day, or if it were from her being so much exposed, or if it were something else. All she knew was that she was loving Matt's reactions and rejuvenated libido. And whatever she had to do, she wanted to keep him this way.

 

[susurrus]

I wasn't thinking. I was just fucking. The only thing I knew at that moment was I really, really, REALLY loved the woman I had my cock in. Christie had made sure the day was filled with plenty of excitement. Sure, it made getting my work done tough, but jesus, how could I pass up my wife's renewed libido?

It wasn't long before I was cumming in Christie, I was that horny. I didn't want to stop, though, because I definitely wanted her to cum, too, and I wanted her to cum on my cock...