Stress Relief

[fnchristie81]

"He wants that," Christie said mentally as the sexual hunger in her built. Her hips started moving again, her internal muscles quivering.

"Then I want that too," she said softly in Matt's ear. Her motions became more deliberate, with her grinding from side to side briefly when Matt as fully inside her. The talk, the images, and the stimulation of the nerves of her sex began to crescendo, causing her to whimper aloud in pleasure

 

[susurrus]

"Then I want that too."

Simple little words, but with an implication of meaning that set me off. It helped that Christie started fucking again, grinding herself against me, both of us turned on like never before. Somewhere in us both, we'd spoken desires that neither of us expected.

Would I make Christie wear a faceful of cum in public? I couldn't say right then, but the thought of her willingness to do it for me was beyond intoxicating.

I hadn't believed I would cum again, but now, I was right there. Christie's gorgeous body and her willingness to play the slut for me had me right there. I hoped like hell she was on the edge, too, because I wanted her to cum when I did...

 

[fnchristie81]

As Christie rode Matt, her mind wandered through what his fantasy would entail. There'd be the risks, the looks, and the comments. But he'd mentioned meeting gazes, and described not only acknowledging what had just happened, but reveling in and flaunting it. Her mind went back to the night before, where the waiter had undoubtedly figured out what was going on and the thrills not only of embarrassment but also exhilaration that had gone through her.

Matt had taken to using the word "slut" with her, and what he'd described fit with her mental images of a slut. Not only willing to have sex at the drop of a hat, but eager to do so, and encouraging to do so. As well as to dress in invitation of looks. The latter would be far easier than the former, but Christie rationalized that there was also a form of empowerment in the former.

Women who rose through the ranks either seemed to fall into the categories of "bitches" or "sluts who slept their way up", even among other women. Christie had no real desire to do anything other than her current job, but likewise didn't want to fall into the category of being a frosty bitch either. She knew her job well, was content (mostly) in it, and had a husband that had catered to her far more than she cared to admit. And she definitely liked sex, so encouraging Matt in that department wouldn't be a hardship. In fact, she was starting to find it appealing.

"You want to be married to a slut?" Christie asked into Matt's ear. "Skimpy clothes, inappropriate acts, jealousy and judgement from others?" Her hips started moving slower, but with more force. She imagined wearing some of the clothes she'd associated with being slutty, and how easy it would be for Matt to take advantage of material sthat wasn't there. She always enjoyed his touch, even if it had embarrassed her when he tried to tease her erogenous zones when out in public. Now she imagined not only not discouraging such acts, but inviting them.

She twisted her head around to kiss and pant into Matt's mouth. "I'll do it all, whatever 'all' entails for you."

 

[susurrus]

"I'll do whatever 'all' entails for you."

My breath left me for a second, but I felt my cock surge. I'd thought this "slut" talk was mostly just play and fantasy. Christie was taking it and running with it. Thoughts of the night before at the restaurant flashed into my head and told me she was willing to do that more often; even all the time, if that was what I wanted.

As I've mentioned, I wasn't sure I was ready to share her with anybody, except as an exhibition piece. However, I had to know that she would be admired and ridiculed. What our friends might think, I had no idea. A couple of my buddies would like the change, I knew that.

The big trick would be keeping others from thinking that she was open for business. Yet another bridge to cross when we reached it.

Finally I found my voice.

"Then cum, slut. Soak my cock and balls. When you feel that little urge like you need to pee just before you cum, don't clamp it off. I want you to squirt for me."

 

[fnchristie81]

There it was again, "slut". Christie was beginning to realize that to Matt, while it wasn't exactly an endearment, it wasn't a derogative either. Leaning back against the desk, she looked at him with half-lidded eyes and pulled his hands to her breasts, guiding his fingers to her nipples. At his squeeze and light tug, she felt the orgasm that she'd been on the brink of ripple through her.

Her mouth dropped open and a gutteral groan slipped out, her vaginal and abdominal muscles spasming, her leg muscles driving her away more forcefully but also back onto him with equal vigor. She felt her fluids leaking out more forcefully as well. Although maybe not what Matt had meant by "squirt", she could feel some splash back from it hitting his body.

 

[susurrus]

When Christie guided my hands to her tits, I knew what she wanted. By this time, she didn't want gentle caresses or teasing. She wanted to be mauled. If I could give it to her, I'd try my damnedest for her to feel it later.

Between my cock in her cunt and my hands on her tits, and the nasty discussion we'd just had, Christie wasted no time cumming.

I had no idea what a woman squirting felt like. I'd only seen videos online of women squirting, and those were without a cock inside them. Nevertheless, suddenly, I was soaked. Christie always got wetter when she came, but I felt a little more force with this one. One thing was for sure: my desk chair was going to be more than damp.

"That's right, my gorgeous little slut wife," I growled. "Squirt for me. Coat me in your cum. I can hardly wait for you to do this while I'm eating you. You have no idea how hot this feels for me."

Fuck the rest of my work. I wanted to spend the rest of the day with my beautiful slut. I wasn't sure I was going to make her leave the house with cum on her face quite so soon, but the idea was out there... and it had been Christie's.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie felt weak after her orgasm. Not the weak of extreme exertion, but bonelessly relaxed. And through it, she heard a new combination-"slut wife". She also heard Matt saying he wanted her to squirt while he was eating her, but she was a bit sensitive down there and hoped he'd wait for that one. Although, she had promised both of them that she'd do whatever.

Still, Matt had work to finish, and the sooner he did the sooner they could do the shopping he'd promised/threatened. The idea of it, along with thrilling her husband, gave her the energy she needed to get up. Giving her legs time to unwind from their cramped position, she straightened from Matt's lap and pushed him back far enough to slurp his softening penis into her mouth-just enough to clean their combined effluence and tease him for later.

That done and now feeling slightly more limber, she smiled hopefully enticingly and kissed the corner of his mouth, then glided around the corner of the desk. Keeping her back to him, she kept her legs slightly apart and straight to bend and pick up her discarded clothing from the floor. Throwing another smile over her shoulder, she carried her clothes to the door where she paused and turned sideways, leaning against the jam.

"Finish soon so you can take your wife out and slut her up the way you want," she winked. Turning amd swaying her hips as she walked out the door, she moved to their bedroom. Laying the clothes on the bed, she moved to the bathroom to clean up from their copulation. It might not have been the "slutty" thing to do, but with the promise of more to come, she figured it might make things more palatable for Matt later on.

Returning to the bedroom, she once again put on the thong and tank top before searching for a suitable skirt. It might not have been exactly what Matt was looking for her to wear, but it was shorter than all of her others, reaching just shy of mid thigh. Buttoning that in place, she then found a pair of high heeled, strappy sandals. She found herself excited about their expedition, and hoped Matt wouldn't be terribly long.

 

[susurrus]

I just held Christie while she recovered. Hell, I'd already made my decision to not bother with finishing the work I had. She could sit on me as long as she liked.

It didn't take an enormous stretch of the imagination to figure the position she was in couldn't be too comfortanle on the legs, though, so I wasn't surprised when she finally unfolded herself and slid off me.

When she kept going toward the floor, I was afraid she wasn't under control and I'd let her fall. She landed gracefully enough, though, and without a word, but with more than a little enthusiasm, she took my sloppy cock in her mouth and cleaned me off. It was something she hadn't been comfortable doing before a couple days ago. It was hot to see her let her previous taboos drop away.

I then watched her saunter to where she'd dropped her clothes. She knew exactly what she was doing when she bent from the waist to retrieve them, letting me get a perfect view of her beautiful cunt as she did so. Her pussy was a right mess, and it couldn't have looked more beautiful.

The disappearance of that view when she straightened was disappointing, but I was pretty sure I could ask her for it (tell her, that is) any time I wanted. She'd promised me she would deny me nothing, that if I wanted it from her, she'd be willing to do it... or at least try it, even if she hadn't put such a limitation out there. I had little doubt that there were some lines she just wouldn't cross. That was fine, because I had things I don't necessarily find sexy, so I probably would never ask them of her. It still left plenty of kinks to explore.

I almost got up when she stopped in the doorway and gave me a little pose, but before I could, she encouraged me to finish work so I could take her out and "slut her up." With a slight wiggle of the hips, she was gone, and my cock was half hard again.

Needless to say, I busted ass to get my shit taken care of, and taken care of it did, in about half the time I'd originally estimated.

Shutting the computer down, I straightened the desk, put away what needed putting away, then headed to the bedroom to get dressed.

I threw on a pair of jeans and T-shirt, then socks and shoes and I was ready.

Grabbing keys and wallet, I made sure I had plastic as I went looking for Christie, knowing what I'd promised her would undoubtedly go beyond the cash I had on me.

I found her out back in a lawn chair, taking advantage of the nice weather. She looked great. Then again, I knew she would.

Stepping in front of her, I held out my hands. "Ready to see what kind of new wardrobe we can find you?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt found her far sooner than she'd anticipated. She set aside the journal she'd been reading as Matt stretched out his hands, asking if she was ready. Mostly, she was, although she wasn't entirely sure of herself.

She splayed one leg down off the lounger, giving Matt a teasing glance at least partway up her skirt, then as she sat up leaned forward more than necessary to give him another teasing glimpse down her top. Giving him what she hoped was a confident grin, she said that she was.

Matt, being the gentleman for the time being, helped her into the car where she reversed the views and tried to better ready her mental state for what Matt had in mind.

 

[susurrus]

Christie seemed a little surprised to see me. She didn't realize how much of an incentive she was for not fucking around in getting my work done.

When she got up, she made a point to show me as much as she could manage without using her hands to push fabric away. She didn't have to go to such lengths for me. I'd developed a heightened appreciation for the woman I'd married these last few days. Practically anything she did would turn me on.

She even made sure to show herself off getting into the car. I loved that she appeared to be enjoying herself as a sex object. I still wasn't sure I'd be sharing her, except as an exhibition piece, but I had to he prepared for others to take that exhibition as an invitation for more. I didn't know how I'd handle such a situation, but I had to be ready for it, even so. I'd figure out how to deal with it if the time came...

"So, I'm thinking underwear first," I said as we got on the road. "That sound okay to you?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Once they were driving, Christie again drew Matt's hand to her bare thigh.

"So I'm thinking underwear first. That sound ok to you?"

Christie was glad for the earlier romp, because being reminded the purpose of their excursion had Matt's hand suddenly feeling especially hot on her skin. If they hadn't already worked off some of the tension, she was positive she'd be needing to get herself off before they completed an outfit for her if this was the way Matt was planning to procede.

"Slut," she reminded herself. Thongs, skimpy bras, things like that. Nothing practical this trip.

"That's up to you, dear," she replied sweetly. "You can either go inside out, or outside in."

 

[susurrus]

When Christie pulled my hand over and placed on her bare thigh near the hem of her skirt, I couldn't be sure if it was because she wanted it there or if she thought I did. Regardless, I left it there and slowly slid it higher and higher, pushing the fabric away as my hand ascended.


I wasn't surprised with the answer to my question. She was nervous - and I think at least a little excited - about this trip. Yes, we'd gone clothes shopping before, but typically, I was there only for moral support. This was the first where I'd initiated the foray, and had dictated the kinds of clothing we'd be buying.

Did I want Christie to dress provocatively all the time? I didn't think so, but I certainly had enjoyed the looks we got at that restaurant. I sure as hell was proud to be the man Christie was with. Even without the skimpy clothes and risque behavior, I'd have been super proud of her after helping that man. So, her acquiescing to my wanting to "tart her up," as she'd put it, was icing on a cake I had no idea was even in the oven.

"You're sure you're okay with this? You've been wanting to get some new clothes since losing that extra weight. I just thought I could kind of turn it to my advantage a notch or two."

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt incrementally edged his hand up her thigh, and she felt her breath quickening.

"Slut," she thought. "A slut wouldn't hesitate to let it go further." Shifting in her seat a bit, she made more room for Matt's hand and placed hers overtop it. Rolling her head against the headrest to her seat, she looked over at him and smiled.

"I'm ok with whatever you decide," she encouraged. "As long as you don't make me turn my entire wardrobe into hooker attire so that I have some things I can wear for professional events, and other essentials, I'll be fine!" Christie winked at him. "Besides-that mostly just applies to the outerwear-nobody really would know about my underclothes most of the time. As long as it's not terribly uncomfortable, you can have about all the fun with those as you want!" She nudged his fingertips under the hem of her skimpy panties. "Such as..."

 

[susurrus]

I felt Christie's hand atop mine. For a brief second, I thought it might be to stop me right where I was. However, she explained some of her philosophy regarding what this shopping excursion should include. She also mentioned her philosophy on what it could include. This last ended with her hand guiding mine to the soft lacy strip covering her pussy.

Of course I was hard. As well, of course I was taking advantage of where she'd drawn my hand.

With a smiling glance in her direction, I traced along the edge of that lacy strip before slipping a finger under it.

"If it's allowed, you can try on anything you like to make sure it's comfortable."

Taking my hand out of my wife's crotch for a moment, I guided her hand to my erection as I said, "I know clothes shopping isn't typically high on my priority list. This is what I think of this outing." I then returned my hand to Christie's pussy.

 

[fnchristie81]

Wven though the positioning didn't allow for much to happen, it did allow for enough teasing to ensure that Christie would be ready for Matt to pounce on her when he so chose. When he moved her hand to his hardness, she figured they'd be lucky to make it very long at all before he did just that.

"I think someone's just looking to get a modelling session," she teased, her voice pregnant with insinuation. "That can be arranged, you know..." Her fingers lightly teased Matt's length beneath his trousers as she did so, and hoped that Matt didn't have a full day of shopping planned.

 

[susurrus]

Fortunately Christie was just tracing the contours of my erection rather than a full-on tease, because I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to put up with that. I was going to be showing off almost as much as Christie, because I had no way of hiding my reaction to the situation. I'd tried the tight underwear bit at the restaurant, but while it had worked, it hadn't really been that comfortable.

"What's wrong with wanting to see my sexy wife in some sexy outfits as well as what goes under them?" I asked. "Let's face it, you girls pull it off a hell of a lot better than us guys do."

My fingers were still tracing around Christie's pussy. I had to keep my concentration on the road, though, so I wasn't doing much. Getting in an accident would put a damper on everything.

It took a little extra reach, but I managed to flick her clit before putting both hands on the wheel and telling her, "We'll get you some more 'everyday' type stuff, too. Nothing saying everyday can't be a notch or two more exciting, is there?

"And we'll see how this plays out. I doubt we'll be at this the rest of the day."

About this time, we'd pulled into the parking lot of a store that Christie shopped at once in a while. It had a fairly extensive lingerie section, but the few times I'd been with her she seemed to avoid that part of the store like it was covered in rattlesnakes. From where I stood, it looked like a girl might be able to please her guy if she bought more from there. I think the little panties she had on might have been from one if her rare forays into the snake pit...

 

[fnchristie81]

Of course Matt would park in front of the one lingerie store of which she wasn't a fan. It wasn't even as low-brow classy as Victoria's Secret or Frederick's, and offered absolutely nothing practical. But Matt wanted slutty, so Christie would oblige.

Again, Matt helped her out of the car, and she made sure to graze his body with hers before walking hand in hand with him inside.

 

[susurrus]

I saw Christie's reaction to the place I pulled into. She didn't care for it. They carried some clothes other than underwear. It's why Christie had been there before. My thought was: wouldn't hurt to look. The other thing was: size. Just looking at the racks in some lingerie stores told you a lot of this stuff was sized for women not scaled like real girls. Once, I stopped in a place like this to pick something up for Christie (I didn't buy anything) and the salesgirl admitted she couldn't fit most of what they sold.

Still, aside from that one little unhappy turn of the mouth and scowl, she got out of the car and accompanied me inside.

Hand-in-hand, we walked into a world most of the guys I knew would be embarrased to enter. Didn't bother me. I was excited at the prospect of seeing my sexy wife in just about anything we came across.

Once we got inside, my eyes adjusted to the lighting and my mind went wild, imagining Christie in practically everything I saw.

"Welcome," a salesgirl who couldn't be much out of high school greeted us cheerily, "I'm Dawn. May I help you?"

"Hi, Dawn," I replied. "At the moment, I think we'd just like to look around and get some ideas."

"No problem," she said with a smile. "Take your time. I'll be right here if you have any questions."

I thanked the girl and started to browse. My heart pounded and my cock was hard. The "clothes clothes," such as they were looked like they were stuck together with chewing gum and were made from fabric that would tear if you looked at it crooked, so we wouldn't give much time to the little dresses and skirts they carried.

I gravitated toward a couple tables piled high with panties of all stripes. Picking up a couple, they seemed as flimsily constructed as everything else. I was becoming disheartened at this idea I'd had. While Christie would look hot as hell in any of the stuff they had here, if it only held up for a couple wearings, it certainly wouldn't be worth the price they were asking.

Going from the panties to racks with bras, I noticed that those weren't put together any better than anything else. Again, price to durability ratio was really bad. And I wanted Christie to be able to wear this stuff on a daily basis... at least, when I decided to let her wear anything at all...

Turning to my wife, I asked, "Don't a couple of the shops you regularly go to have some pretty decent lingerie sections?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was relieved when Matt seemed to be as offput by the quality of the stuff in the store. Still, she paid attention to the things that seemed to attract his attention. When he brought up going to one of the shops she used, she smiled at him.

"I might be able to remember a couple," she mentioned. Holding his hand against her derrière, she led him back to the car. Once they were both inside, she gave him directions, then abruptly changed her mind. Some of her more "adventurous" coworkers had recommended a new place. Christie was sure she would probably regret it, but she gave Matt the instructions. After she'd done so though, she warned him that it was likely to be pricey-as much as or more than Victoria's Secret.

 

[susurrus]

Christie seemed glad at my suggestion we go somewhere else. As we left, Dawn asked, "Didn't find anything?"

Christie guided my hand to her ass as I replied, "Not today. Maybe some other time. Have a good one."

I left my hand on my wife's butt the whole way out of the place. Let anybody who could see (not that there were many) be envious of me, and maybe of Christie, too.

Back in the car, Christie told me how to get to a different store, but as I pulled out of the parking lot, changed her mind and told him to go to a place some of her coworkers had told her about. I was open for anything, so I drove to where she told me.

When we arrived, this new shop was in a slightly better neighborhood. From the shape of the building, it had obviously been some other retail, because a shadow of the oriignal lettering could be seen behind the sign.

"This must be the place," I said as we got out. "Let's go see if your coworkers know what they're talking about, huh?"

I replaced my hand where Christie had laid it to exit the previous shop and we went inside...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt once again helped her out of the car when they arrived, but this time he blatantly cupped her rear during the short walk to the doors. Christie's heart pounded in her chest at the sexual and possessive action, but she made no move to push it away.

The storefront was a mix of ongoing renovation and chic upscale. The sign didn't quite cover the remnants of the previous, and the walkway was heaved and cracked. But the windows were tinted enough that the mannequins were barely visible in their respectably sexy nightwear and undergarments.

Stopping before opening the door, Christie placed one hand over Matt's to hold it in place before turning to press her body against his and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Try not to gawk too much," she warned before turning and leading him inside.

The interior was much brighter than the tinted windows would lead one to believe. One woman, obviously a shopper due to her street clothes, was browing one of the displays. Another couple was seated near the rear of the store. But true to the rumors, two women were clad only in what must be some of the store's wares. One greeted them from near the door where she was adjusting one of the displays, clad only in a sexy teddy.

 

[susurrus]

Christie started a little when I put my hand back on her ass, but she didn't say anything or push my hand away.

Now that we were closer, it looked like they were trying to fix the building up a little from the neglect it had suffered before they moved in. You could just make out the window displays, and I wondered if it was accidental or on purpose to have the tinting so dark.

When Christie held my hand on her ass and turned to kiss me, she said something a little mysterious, at least right at that moment. It wasn't until we stepped inside that I understood what she meant...

Before I got a good scan of the place, I was first struck by how bright it was. Normally lingerie shops tend toward the dark side. Ambiance, I guess. The brighter lighting gave the impression of a more mainstream shopping experience...

Until the sales staff struck my consciousness...

Aside from the shoppers in street clothes, there were a couple young ladies dressed only in the kind of outfit I saw hanging on the racks. I couldn't believe it. And people give Hooters crap for what they put their staff in.

I remembered what Christie had told me before we walked in, but I couldn't help myself. One of the girls was in a teddy that only barely covered what propriety demanded, while the other wore a matching bra/panty/garter belt and stocking outfit. They were stunning, and the lack of clothing only accented that. Not far from each I saw a young, muscular man in jeans and blue T-shirt with a holster on his hip. The holster obviously wasn't for a firearm, but it didn't take a big stretch of the imagination to guess there was probably a taser at the ready, just in case.

"Wow," I finally managed. "So you and your co-workers talk about this kind of thing a lot, do you?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie was impressed with the comfort level of the two young ladies in displaying clothing normally reserved for an intimate partner's sole viewing. Yet these two were as comfortable as if they were fully dressed. She was also as surprised as Matt at the brightness of the store lighting. Then again, it catered more to women than men, so the additional brightness compared to most permitted female shoppers to more readily identify issues, more in keeping with a true boutique than a store just looking to sell risqué items.

She returned the greeting the closest young woman had given, saying they wanted to look around a bit even as she was hearing Matt's half mumbled question.

"Yes dear," she laughed at him. "Women talk about sex at least as much as I suspect men do!" She spared him how lascivious and graphic many of those discussions tended to be with certain women. She had always been disgusted with those females in the past, believing that it was inappropriate.

As the couple wandered the store, Christie noted a third woman emerge from the back and move to the seated couple. It quickly became apparent that she wasn't only assisting the couple, but that she was actively modelling the selected ensemble. While not exactly showing herself off, the woman was definitely not self-conscious in the least nor seeming the least bit slutty.

Christie wondered in the clinical area of her mind how such a dichotomy was possible despite some of the overtly sexual motions being used. The non-clinical side though, was definitely becoming aroused at the living display.

 

[susurrus]

I heard Christie tell me that women talk about sex as much as men do. My response to that was: "Yeah, but with guys, it's mostly all bullshit."

The salesgirls' outfits were amazing. I was surprised they could get by sith such stuff. I wasn't complaining, mind you, I was just surprised. They seemed really comfortable wearing it, too, which made it even hotter.

In one corner, there was a lonely young guy, wearing what appeared to be some kind of leather G-string and little else. From the look of it, there was even a men's section of the store, albeit a small one.

My imagination was running wild in this place. I wanted to see Christie in practically everything.

There was a couple at one side, seated. They appeared to be waiting for something. Then, from a curtained area in the back, a woman about the age of the salesgirls came out, wearing some hot, skimpy number.

"Is that in lieu of fitting rooms?" I asked Christie, pointing in the direction of the couple and the model.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie couldn't answer, she was so wrapped uo in what was going on. After a few minutes though, instead of staying several feet in front of the couple, the model moved over to wothin reach of the couple. The scene now seemed that the model was pointing out distinct features of the ensemble, what with tugs and points to dofferent aspects of it.

Then, even more schocking to Christie, the model brought a hamd from each member of the couple up to touch the fabric on display. The couple themselves stroked, probed, and tugged the fabric while the lady wearing it seemed nonplussed at basically being felt up in the middle of a store. And yet, it still seemed more transactional than perverse to Christie-somehow completely nonsexual.

Within what must have been only a few moments, the couple seemed to have made a decision. The woman rose and followed the model back through the curtains.

"Um.....maybe?" Christie answered rather belatedly. "That part was never brought up at work."

Several minutes later, the model came back out wearing a different set of lingerie, but lingering near the curtains.

"I think it's just a demonstration," Christie said to Matt. "I think she's in there trying it on now."