Chapter 3: Chasing the taste
Sarah woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring obnoxiously through the room. She groaned as she turned over in bed, rubbing her tired eyes. For a few moments a sense of normalcy crossed her mind. Mark, was long gone off to work.
She lay there for a moment, savoring the solitude of the empty house. The quiet lulled her into reminiscence. She stretched and sat up, she had forgotten to take her contacts out (which she so rarely did) and rubbed them out of her eyes. She reached for her glasses in her night stand and out them on, then looked across the room and down at her body which was still wearing her white satin pajamas from the night before.
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at herself in the mirror. She could barely believe that the woman in the mirror was her - her wavy, chestnut brown hair was tangled, her bright green eyes were wide and bright with lust, and her body was flushed. She felt different: sexually awakened and confident, almost daring. a slide show of fragmented memories from the previous night flickering behind her eyes, a sobering reminder of what had occurred.
Last night's encounter had changed her: she had never connected so intensely with a man before. It had all started because she had accidentally discovered her husbands cuckold porn - feeling insecure and wanting to be a good wife she had agreed to playing out the fantasy for him, and it had escalated so quickly.
Now, Sarah was stuck in a whirlwind erotic relationship with a stranger and she hadn't even realized the true depths of her desires until this moment.
As the day went on, Sarah couldn't shake the scent of Kris' musk off her senses. Her pussy muscles pulsed as she recalled the memories of his thick cock deep inside her in the most intimate ways; ways she had never allowed before. She was lost in thought, absentmindedly twirling her straw in her coffee then gulping it down in one fell swoop as pleasure coursed through her.
Sarah's thoughts were consumed by the dominant figure of Kris, and she could barely focus on anything else.
As she was about to continue her day, her phone buzzed. Hoping it was Kris, she scrambled for it.
The screen blinked to life, revealing a familiar name: Chelsea.
Chelsea - she was a little sad it wasn’t Kris, but relieved at the normalcy by hearing from her best friend. She took a deep breathe and opens the message "Hey, hun, I hope I didn't wake you!" Chelsea wrote. "I know you liked my boudoir shoot and seemed interested, so I figured you might want to check out some new designs from my friend and wanted to get your opinion on some new stuff she designed for her store. Want to come check them out?"
Sarah hesitated, torn between her curiosity and the lingering guilt. Kris had left her wanting more. Yet, she felt trapped in the agreement she had made with Mark, even if her heart wasn't truly invested. Despite all this, she couldnt deny that she was intrigued by the photo album Chelsea and shown her, along with how much she had enjoyed wearing the sexy pjs last night.
Sarah's curiosity finally won over her reservations as she typed back:
"Sure, that sounds fun. When and where?"
Her heart pounded in her chest and she couldn't help but feel a little guilty about entertaining this idea. After all, just yesterday she had agreed to explore her husbands fantasy, and here she was already thinking more and more about sex. But she couldn't deny the excitement that was building up inside of her. Perhaps seeing some sexy new designs would distract her from Kris and could be a fun treat for her husband if she bought anything, even if deep down she was realizing she was physically repulsed by him.
Chelsea replied: "Great! She just posted some new designs online that she's trying to get feedback on before they go live to the public.
So, if you can drop by her store in the afternoon, she's offering a generous 50% discount on any purchases for you as a thank you for our feedback
on her new designs. I think it’s a sign to go treat yourself.”
Sarah couldn't deny the temptation. Surely, this would be harmless. She agreed to check out the new designs with Chelsea and make a decision from there. She responded quickly, “That sounds like a great opportunity! Thank you for inviting me, Chelsea.”
As Sarah went through her daily routine, she couldn’t stop thinking about the suggestive photographs of Kris that had been sent to her.
She felt her pussy getting warm as she replayed the images in her mind, picturing herself as the one between the sheets with him again. Just as she slid her hand down her waist line, she remembered that she had agreed to visit Chelsea at her store later in the afternoon. Feeling conflicted, she finally decided to stick to the plan and meet up with her friend – after all, they were just going to look at some new lingerie designs!
Hours later, Sarah arrived at the small boutique where Chelsea's friend worked.
She parked her car and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of Kris.
Sarah stepped out of her car with a mix of anticipation and slight nervousness, smoothing down the flowy, knee-length floral skirt that hugged her waist and swayed with each step. The light, summery fabric felt perfect for the warm day. She adjusted her fitted white blouse, making sure her cross necklace sat perfectly at the V-neckline, adding a touch of personal significance to her ensemble.
Her tan, strappy sandals clicked softly against the pavement as she walked towards the boutique. The lightweight, pastel cardigan draped over her shoulders gave her a hint of sophistication while keeping her cool in the summer heat. Her loose waves danced lightly in the breeze, framing her face, which was subtly enhanced with a hint of mascara and a touch of rose on her lips.
As she approached the boutique, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass door and felt a surge of confidence. Her small hoop earrings and delicate bracelet glinted in the sunlight, complementing her overall look. Sarah took a deep breath, smiling to herself as she reflected on her outfit choice. She had decided to dress a bit more confidently today, feeling a rare sense of body confidence despite being limited to her current wardrobe.
With a newfound assurance, Sarah stepped inside, ready to see her friend.
As she walked into the store, the soft music and seductive scent of perfume enveloped her. She found Chelsea perusing the racks, searching for inspiration.
"Hey, girl!" Chelsea greeted her, a mischievous grin on her face. "What do you think of these? Think my husband would like?" she asked, holding up a lacy black set with red accents. It was daring and bold - exactly what Sarah expected from her more outgoing friend.
Chelsea held the pieces up, giving them a seductive twirl and winking at Sarah.
A sly smile crept across Sarah's face. "Well, if you're going to be a naughty girl, I might as well be one too," she responded, playfully taking the lingerie from her friend.
Chelsea's eyes widened with excitement. Sarah never acted like this, Chelsea could tell Sarah had a certain glow about her.
"That's the spirit!" She exclaimed, impressed with Sarah's sudden boldness. They continued browsing the store, trying on various provocative lingerie pieces and sharing their thoughts.
As they explored different sections of the store, Sarah stumbled upon an intimate lounge area in the corner. The space was minimally decorated with a velvet couch and sleek glass table, accompanied by dim lights and sensual music.
Sarah’s curiosity got the best of her, and she stepped inside, sinking into the plush velvet fabric. Chelsea followed, intrigued by the change in Sarah's demeanor. She sat down right next to Sarah, taking another look at the sinful black lingerie in her hands.
Priya, the store owner, noticed the two women retreating to the intimate lounge area and decided to introduce herself. She was a tall, elegant Indian woman in her mid-30s. She had striking features, with high cheekbones and large, expressive brown eyes framed by perfectly arched eyebrows. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, accentuating her graceful neck and confident posture.
She wore a stylish black jumpsuit, hugging her slender frame and highlighting her toned arms and legs. As she approached the lounge area, she offered a knowing smile to the two friends.
"Welcome, ladies! I'm Priya, the owner of this boutique. You must be here to check out my new designs."
“Chelsea, darling. So glad you could make it.” She greeted Chelsea with familiarity. Then her deep brown eyes swept over to Sarah
"And you must be Sarah. It’s lovely to finally meet you.”
Chelsea blushed, realizing she had forgotten to introduce Sarah. "Oh, sorry about that, Sarah. Priya is an old friend of mine and a tremendous designer. I thought you two should meet."
Priya smiled warmly at Sarah. "Nice to meet you, Sarah. I'm glad Chelsea invited you to check out my creations. Is there anything specific you're looking for your wardrobe today?
I'd be happy to show you my latest collection."
Sarah hesitated and looked at Chelsea for guidance, still feeling slightly out of her comfort zone. Chelsea winked, nudging her to take the plunge.
"To be honest I’ve never really owned lingerie, so I’m not sure what I’m even looking for." Sarah admitted, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.
Priya smiled sympathetically, nodding her head. "Learning to embrace your femininity and sexuality takes time, trust me. Let me show you my new collection,” she said, leading them to a curated section of the store dedicated to classic lingerie styles.
Chelsea giggled as she continued her playful banter with Sarah "Come on, honey, don’t be so modest! Look at you in that mirror, you look like a goddess. You’re glowing today, babe!”
Sarah smiled meekly looking at her reflection. Feeling a tinge of confidence she replied to Priya “okay, let’s do it.” Priya clapped her hands together and led them to her office, a comfortable room where she had her new yet to be released designs of lingerie. Sarah's eyes widened as she took in the stunning pieces before her. Priya's office contained a stunning variety of lingerie types, including lace bralettes, satin chemises, corsets, teddy bodysuits, high-waisted panties, silk robes, balconette bras, bustiers, garters and stockings, baby dolls, plunge bras, sheer sets, convertible bras, underwire bras, and camisoles. there were elegant lace bodysuits, delicate silk negligees, and daring crotchless panties - each design a testament to Priya's masterful craftsmanship.
Chelsea picked up a shimmering red baby-doll and held it against Sarah's form. Sarah felt a flutter in her heart, unsure if it was excitement or fear.
“ladies before we try anything, I’ll need to pull your sizes. Chelsea of course I have your typical size 2 and 32B. Sarah, I’ll need your measurements.” She said as she grabbed her measuring tape, gesturing toward the full length mirror in the corner of her office.
Sarah slowly approached it with Chelsea following. “Alright, darling, remove your blouse for me to take your measurements,” priya instructed. Chelsea sat on a fancy looking couch next to the mirror, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Sarah hesitated, feeling a wave of anxiousness wash over her. “Is there a changing room?” She asked naively.
“darling please, I’m a professional. Right here will do. Chop chop.” Priya clapped back.
“Now, come on, don’t be shy. Let me help you uncover the sexy vixen that's hidden inside you.”
Sarah sighed and decided to surrender herself to this new experience, knowing that Chelsea would be proud of her and that this experience might take her mind off Keis. Yet, she still felt a pang on insecurity, knowing her sizes weren’t going to be as tight and her perfect as Chelsea’s. With her best friend watching, Sarah slipped off her blouse and unzipped her skirt. Priya approached her with a measuring tape in hand.
Sarah felt the cool air of Priya’s office as she removed her clothes. She now stood there, in just her tired white cotton panties and tan conservative t-shirt padded bra - purchased from target’s clearance section years ago.
As priya approached, she was taken aback by the simplicity and plainness of Sarah’s underwear.
Priya couldn't help but wrinkle her nose, unable to mask her disdain for Sarah’s unsexy generic undergarments at that moment. She couldn’t help but comment.
“That simply won’t do. We need to replace these. Are all your intimates like this?.” she said, her disappointment clear in her voice.
“Umm…yes.” Sarah said, as she felt the pang of embarrassment.
"I've never really thought much about my underwear to be honest." She admitted, feeling a strong contrast between her typical modest self and the sexual creature she had discovered within herself.
Priya's eyes sparkled with what Sarah could only interpret as desire to bring out Sarah's inner sex goddess. "Such a beautiful young woman should have something equally as beautiful her for her intimates. Even for daily use.”
Sarah could only blush. “Well, I guess I could use some new underwear.” She said sheepishly.
Priya nodded her head sympathetically, “Yes, indeed. Your husband deserves much better than that.”
Truth be told, Sarah had never really thought about her husband's preferences concerning her clothing or underwear. He never seemed to care. Her mind drifted to Kris. He was sophisticated - a man like him would probably like sophisticated undies on a woman.
Priya interrupted Sarah’s thoughts. “Well let’s get to it then. I’ll take your measurements and then straight to the garbage for these old rags.” Priya’s words were harsh, but Sarah saw a glimpse of compassion in her eyes.
"We can add that to my list of the priorities Today then!." Chelsea said, giggling from the couch nearby.
“Let's start with your bra size. Lift your arms up and wrap your hands around your back. I need you to lean forward slightly so I can measure you." Priya instructed.
Sarah followed the instructions, her full breasts pressing against her worn out bra as she bent over.
Priya measured her skillfully, "32C", she muttered to herself.
Chelsea whispered to Sarah "You have such beautiful breasts, Sarah. How have I never noticed?"
Sarah blushed, feeling flattered but embarrassed by the attention
Priya turned her attention back to Sarah, "Alrighty, let's move on to your panty size.
Dear, if you could please remove your panties so I can properly measure your hips."
Sarah hesitated, taking a deep breath as she reluctantly lowered her plain white panties, feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of Chelsea and Priya. But she knew that this was part of her journey to discover her inner sensuality.
So she gritted her teeth and complied, feeling the cool air on her bare ass as she slid down her panties to the floor.
Priya's experienced hands measured Sarah's hips swiftly and with care, scribbling down the number before looking back up at her. "Thirty-two, dear." She stated confidently.
Chelsea watched in awe as her friend gave in to the experience, and suddenly, she leaned forward and placed a comforting hand on Sarah's lower back. "You're doing great, Sarah," she whispered encouragingly.
Sarah felt childish standing full nude after Chelsea and Priya and lovingly teased her for her plain undies, as well as for exposed her trimmed pubic hair. She was certain women as sophisticated as priya shaved fully - and she knew Chelsea did as well. She felt the heat of Priya's glance as she jotted down the numbers, and her heart pounded in her chest. A tremor of excitement ran through her.
Despite feeling exposed and vulnerable, she couldn't deny the thrill of being bare in front of these two powerful, inspiring women.
Priya scanned her with a slow, lingering gaze, taking in the curves of her hips and breasts. There was a glimmer of approval in her eyes. "Okay I’ve got your measurements " she said, making a final note in her notebook.
Sarah reached down to grab her discarded undies, but Priya gently placed a hand on her arm. "Darling, these are for the garbage remember? I don’t want rags like this on your body.” She tossed them in the waist bin, then handed Sarah a silk pink robe. "Here, put this on, love."
Sarah gratefully accepted the robe, slipping it on and tying the belt around her waist. The silken fabric felt luxurious against her skin, making her feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. She was still nude under the robe that just barely covered her ass, and could feel her nipples hardening against the fabric.
Priya clasped her hands together, a sinister yet friendly smile spreading across her face.
"I see I have quite the effect on you, darling." She purred, her eyes scanning Sarah's youthful and enticing body thoroughly, teasing Sarah slightly for her erect nipples showing. "Well, im hopeful to see if I can have the same influence on your hubby with your new garments we’ll select for you.”
She winked at Sarah, who felt a knot form in her stomach at the mere mention of her husband. Sarah wasn't sure she was ready to return to that mundane, unexciting routine and, despite her embarrassment, she couldn't deny the thrill she was already having in this new expirence. She also wasn’t sure mark would even notice or care at the any purchase she made today. She imagined what a man like Kris would say however as She plopped on to the couch.
Priya the. turned to Chelsea, "Chelsea darling, since it’s a new collection, may as well remeasure you too.”
Chelsea jumped up from the couch, almost giddy with excitement.
"Yes, please! I'd love that, Priya!" she exclaimed, undoing the buttons of her blouse as she walked towards Priya's measuring tape.
As Chelsea slipped out of her blouse, Sarah couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at her friend's confidence. She had always been so free and uninhibited, a stark contrast to Sarah's reserved nature. Chelsea slipped out of her tight jeans, revealing a lacy thong, leaving Sarah feeling even more self-conscious about her own plain, white cotton underwear.
Priya nodded approvingly.
"Lovely, let's get you measured." She said, pulling out her measuring tape again.
Sarah watched intently as Chelsea confidently tossed aside her jeans and began to undo her blouse. Soon she stood there in her designer bra and lace thong.
Sarah had seen Chelsea in bikinis countless times, but today felt a bit different. Normally envious of her friend, today she couldn't help but admire Chelsea's sleek body, her perky breasts perfectly filling the cups of her bra. Sarah thought she would feel out of place next to Chelsea, but surprisingly she felt bold and just and alluring. Her time with Kris had awakened a newfound sensuality and confidence within her as the robe barely covered her curves. She had never ever even considered an attraction to women, but as she looked at the scene in front of her and thought back to the boudoir photos, she stared at Chelsea a bit differently. A pit of angst formed in her stomach when she realized Chelsea would be stripping her panties and bra too. And Chelsea began to do just that.
Sarah blushed, watching her friend undress as if it were the most normal thing in the world. She couldn't quite understand where this newfound boldness was coming from - was it the taboo nature of the situation, or was it simply the impact that Kris and Priya's seductive energy had on her?
Nonetheless, her body tingled with excitement and confusion. Sarah's mind raced as she tried to make sense of these foreign feelings. Chelsea had always been playful and adventurous, but they had never been in a situation like this together.
she gulped as Chelsea removed her high end underwear. The little thong hung from Chelsea's fingers, delicate and expensive compared to Sarah's run-of-the-mill undies. Next, she unclasped her bra, letting her small but very perky breasts spill out.
Chelsea stood there, a picture of confidence, her nipples erect and hard. Sarah watched in awe, unable to tear her gaze away from her friend's perfectly sculpted body. She felt a familiar warmth spread through her pussy, recalling how Kris had sucked on her nipples, gently teasing them with his tongue and teeth until they were as hard as diamonds.
“Sarah girl, can I hand these to you?” Chelsea asked Sarah, shaking her from the fog of her brief daydream.
Sarah, snapping back to reality, nodded silently as she took the garments from Chelsea’s hand, trying her best to act cool.
"Thanks," Sarah said, as casually as she could muster, trying to play it off like this was an everyday occurrence for her.
She couldn't help but feel self-conscious about her own body, which still hid under the silky pink robe. Sarah felt overshadowed by Chelsea's unapologetic confidence as her friend effortlessly charmed Priya in her seductive lace set. She glanced down at Chelsea’s thing in her hand. It looked so much different now, so much more erotic - smaller, sleeker, and more feminine than her own. Compared to her simple, everyday panties, these lacy ones simply screamed luxury and elegance. As she looked at it, torn between arousal and embarrassment, she couldn't help but think that's how she wanted to feel too - to be desired, wanted, and appreciated. To feel like a goddess, just like Chelsea did.
Sarah felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. This was all so overwhelming. She wiped them away before the other women could notice. Then, as she looked at the thing she noticed it was ever so slightly damp. She even swore she could smell the dampness from Chelsea’s sex on the garment. Sarah's cheeks burned crimson and she tried her best to hide the awkward moment. She quickly placed them aside, as she tried to ground herself from the swirling hurricane of emotions she was feeling.
Priya approached chelsea, eyeing her figure with a professional smile. Her eyes scanned Chelsea's body, taking in every inch of her petite frame before wrapping the measuring tape around her waist and hips.
"Thirty inches, dear," she declared, clearly impressed by Chelsea's toned figure.
Chelsea beamed, proud of her fitness efforts, which Sarah couldn't help but admire. She glanced back at her friend's slender figure, a hint of envy in her eyes. Chelsea was always confident in her own skin, and Sarah wondered if she would ever feel the same way about herself.
priya handed Chelsea a robe that was the exact match to the skimpy one Sarah wore. As Chelsea spritely donned it, Priyas assistant - a petite philipino man, perhaps early 20s emerged into Priyas office and handed Chelsea and Sarah flutes of champagne. “Thank you, Niko.” Said priya. “Ladies, shall we get started then?”
Priya asked as she led Chelsea and Sarah toward a rack of lingerie.
They followed her, sipping on their champagne. As sarah walked, she did the best to ignore the heat that was building between her legs. She couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious in how she looked in her skimpy robe compared to Chelsea wearing the same one.
Chelsea, on the other hand, seemed to have no qualms about her near-nudity as she enthusiastically ran her fingers over the silky fabrics of various garments.
Priya, with Niko in tow, moved expertly around the racks and shelves in her office, pulling item after item as the two women looked on. Priya and Niko returned, each with large stacks of garments for the women. Sarah's eyes widened as she took in the array of colors, fabrics, and styles before her. Some pieces looked delicate and elegant - champagne-colored lace bustiers, ivory silk slip dresses, and deep-red sheer teddies. Others were bold and daring - edgy black PVC corsets, barely-there lace thongs, and strappy, cage-style bustiers that revealed more than they concealed.
"Now ladies, let's have some fun.” Priya said with a wink as she handed out the lingerie. “First, you darling.” Priya beckoned to Sarah. "Let's start with this sexy little ensemble. It's a crimson red lace teddy and matching thong. It will look stunning against your skin. "
Sarah was hesitant to try on the lingerie, but with Chelsea rooting her on, she took a deep breath and went behind the curtain to change. She slipped out of the silky robe and cautiously put on the lace teddy.
Sarah's heart raced as the delicate lace scraped against her sensitive nipples, the cool material sending shivers down her spine. The waistband of the matching teddy fit her like a glove, accentuating her slender figure, and the thong that accompanied it just barely covered her now throbbing pussy.
Priya was right - the crimson color was spectacular against her pale skin, making her feel fierce and seductive all in one. Sarah stepped out from behind the curtain, and both Priya and Chelsea broke out in applause.
"Oh my God, Sarah! You look incredible!" Chelsea gushed, as she took in her friend's transformation. "That lingerie is practically made for your body!"
Sarah blushed, feeling more alive than she had in years. She felt the power that came with owning lingerie that made her feel desirable and enticing. She took a sip of her champagne, feeling the alcohol warming her insides as she considered the next step.
“Stunning, dear!” Priya commented. “What do you think of the design? It’s a new cut and color. And a unique fabric that only I use.”
She smiled as she asked Sarah to take a closer look at the carefully crafted piece she had selected.
Sarah couldn't believe her own reflection. She felt like a completely different person, and the fabric felt so soft against her skin, it was barely even there. The thong had barely any coverage, and as she moved around, she could feel the lace tickling her sensitive, slightly wet lips. Her trimmed pubes sticking out subtly. Sarah blushed, trying to regain her composure.
“it’s really lovely, Priya.” Sarah said looking at her own reflection. Priya grinned wickedly, "You're definitely starting to get the feel of this! Now, let's move on to something a little more... adventurous." She held up a beautiful crochet sapphired colored lace design of this underwear set that seemed to exuded elegance. It featured a delicate spaghetti strap bra paired with a matching lace-adorned crotchless panty, offering a blend of sensuality and comfort with its revealing style and fine fabric.
Sarah gulped, feeling a nervous excitement building up inside her. She had never worn anything like this before, not even in her wildest fantasies.
The idea of being completely exposed, with no fabric covering her most intimate parts, was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
Sarah felt a familiar heat build in her core as Priya spoke, her mind conjuring up vivid images of what Mark would say if he saw her wearing this. But instead of the usual fear and apprehension, she felt a sense of empowerment. She quickly changed into it. The delicate material felt so lush against her skin that she couldn't help but sigh in pleasure. The tiny triangle of fabric that covered her pussy felt tantalizingly thin, causing her to feel a noticeable dampness. "Holy fuck," she muttered softly, pressing her hand against the spot.
Just then, the curtain was pulled back on the stall, and Sarah's heart raced. It was Priya. "Ready to give it a spin?" she asked, her voice dripping with sensuality. Sarah blushed, nodding.
"Okay," she said, mustering up all the courage she could find.
Priya smiled, sensing Sarah's unease, and gently took her hand in hers. "You've got this, darling. I'll guide you."
With Priya's help, Sarah tentatively stepped out of the changing room, feeling both exposed and excited.
Priya looked her up and down, gently spinning Sarah around to face the mirror. "See there?" she purred as Sarah's breath hitched in her throat.
"See how good you look, Sarah? See how powerful and in control you can be?"
Priya's words rang in Sarah's ears, and she couldn't help but feel a burning desire in her belly, a desire to be more than just a wife and mother. She stared at her reflection, barely recognizing the woman staring back at her. Her curves were accentuated by the lingerie, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. She felt like a goddess, powerful and unstoppable. Her pussy was almost completely on display, but not as some body part, but as a divine piece of her beautiful body. Sarah couldn't help but be incredibly turned on by this feeling. She wanted to fuck, right at that moment, and in the boutique as well. She imagined Mark's face if he saw her like this. Priya's hands slid down her arms, caressing her gently as they turned around to face each other. The awe of her wet, exposed sex left her unable to breathe. Sarah's heart raced, trapped in a moment of excited fear and pleasure. Priya, Niko, and Chelsea looked on approvingly.
"Wow, Sarah, you look absolutely stunning." Chelsea offered, an approving smile playing on her lips.
As Sarah stood there, frozen in awe at her own reflection, Priya slipped her arm around her waist and whispered, "You're ready to experience the true sensuality that lies within you. It's time to show that husband - or what ever partner you chose to be with - the real you."
Sarah's heart was racing, both excited and scared.
“ready for another piece?” Priya asked.
Sarah, still speechless, shook her head approvingly.
With a newfound confidence in her posture, she followed Priya's lead as she handed her the next set. It was a daringly exquisite red and black lacy number with a plunging neckline and cut-out detailing on the sides. Sarah's heart raced. She slipped out of the crochet piece, feeling her dampness spread over her thighs. She gulped, as she held up the newest creation that Priya placed in her trembling hands.
it was a pure white , 5-Piece Eyelash Lingerie Set, Floral Embroidery White Lingerie, Ultra-thin Sheer Boudoir Set, Bridal Lingerie, paired with a garter and white nylons, a set to be worn on a Wedding Night. There were countless straps and clasps. Sarah held the delicate piece in her hand, she was overwhelmed at how to even put it on.
“this one is custom.” Priya said. “But lucky for us, your sizing fits this spare prototype piece perfect. And don’t worry my dear about the straps, I’ll help you get it on.”
Sarah wasn’t sure if she was relieved at the offer for help, anxious to have priya dress her, or excited to wear the piece.
She gulped and priya pulled her into the fancy changing stall and pulled the curtain closed.
Priya then stepped behind Sarah and pulled the crochet set quickly off Sarah’s body, Sarah's heart raced as she felt her body exposed inch by inch to Priya's knowing touch. Soon she stood naked infront of her and priya quickly began to dress her in the next piece, ans she started adjusting and clasping the various clasps, hooks, and snaps of the lingerie set for her. As Priya worked, Sarah couldn't help but feel an odd mix of shame and excitement. She almost felt like a child getting dressed by their mother, yet the suggestive nature of the act made it anything but maternal.
With each delicate clasp and snap that closed, Priya's fingers moved tantalizingly close to her most intimate areas. Sarah shivered and felt an odd sensation between her legs as she thought about Mark. Would he appreciate the way she now looked? Did he even still love her after the events of the previous night? She pictured Kris again, his tousled hair and deep brown eyes, that alluring smug smirk that was so hard to resist.
suddenly priya stopped “all set my dear.” And she took a small step back to look at Sarah. The white lingerie looked pristine against Sarah’s pale skin. It featured a sheer, intricately embroidered bodysuit with delicate lace straps, highlighting every inch of her slender body. The garter and stockings added a touch of class and elegance to the ensemble. Priya clipped the final snaps, and Sarah felt the fabric settle against her skin. She couldn’t help but feel like a queen, like a goddess, all thanks to Priya’s help.
The delicate lace of her garter belt caressed her thighs, the soft fabric giving her an air of sophistication and sex appeal. She felt incredibly turned on with every brush of the ultra-thin lingerie set against her skin.
Sarah was still and silent when Priya finally stepped back to take it all in. She started to feel an intense heat from Priya’s gaze. At first things felt so professional, but the more she was around this woman, the more she felt a palpable tension from her. Priya looked down to see a small piece of the triangle lace see through thing out of place. Without hesitation her hand darted to Sarah’s sex to adjust it.
while her touch was professionally intended, her fingers grazed Sarah’s pussy just right cause her to shutter and moan softly as goosebumps appeared all over Sarah’s skin.
priya smirked as she finished fixing the thong, looking to see that Sarah’s pussy juice had gotten on her fingers.
Without hesitation, she brought her hand to her nose, savoring the scent. Sarah watched in amazement, the tension and electric energy between them palpable. Priya’s boldness and confidence radiated through her body language, contrasting with Sarah’s timid demeanor.
Sarah stared at the scene before her, her heart hammering in her chest, and felt the heat pool between her legs. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Priya as she sucked her fingers suggestively. Sarah was so turned on that she could barely think straight. Priya had just touched her pussy simply to adjust the outfit. Sarah never once thought of herself as attracted to women. Yet she was so turned on by the events of the past hour and 24 hours she couldn’t help but react to each act and touch of her body.
priya leaned In to Sarah’s ear, sticking her finger in her mouth to suck off the juices Sarah had left. “Looks like someone’s enjoyed playing dress up.” Priya said ever so softly and semi seductively. Sarah froze in place, every hair on her body standing tall. She could smell priyas expensive perfume and feminine musk.
Sarah's heart raced and her mouth went dry as she stood there motionless. She'd never felt so alive, so horny. The provocative lace of the garter belt felt warm against Sarah’s skin, her body craving the touch of a skilled lover. She closed her eyes and envisioned herself lying on their marital bed, legs spread, with Kris taking full control.
Priya continued “perhaps we do this another time. Just you and I.” Sarah was motionless as priya inserted her finger in Sarah’s pussy again, removing it sticky. This time inserting it in Sarah’s mouth. “Remember you’re not the only one who likes playing dress up.” Priya then took Sarah’s hand, shoving it down the waistband of her designer skirt. Sarah could feel the white hot heat coming off priyas pussy. “But another time.” priya pulled Sarah’s hand back out, and guided it to her own mouth, sucking it clean again.
Sarah still stood frozen, the taste of her own pussy in her mouth, as priya pulled back the curtain as if nothing had happened , warmly instructing Sarah to once again model the piece and look at the mirror. Sarah hesitated for a moment before stepping out, unsure of how to act after the peculiar event that had just transpired.
Finally she stepped out and looked Her reflection met hers as she looked at herself, finally able to see how breathtaking she looked in the lingerie. Sarah felt an intense arousal flooding her body.
Her nerve endings tingled with excitement, her pussy throbbing with each pulse of her heart. She turned slowly to face Priya, who stood there with a sinful smile playing upon her lips. Sarah couldn't help but stare at the prominent bulge in Priya's designer thongs as her mind reeled from the erotic encounter just moments before.
"Priya, I... I don't know what to say," Sarah stammered, her voice trembling with desire.
"You don't have to say a word, my dear.
But I must say, you looked absolutely radiant in this white lingerie set." Priya commented, her eyes scanning Sarah's body from head to toe. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were ready for a husband."
Sarah giggled nervously, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She felt a strange mixture of feelings coursing through her veins - excitement, fear, and a growing sensation of lust that she couldn't ignore.
Chelsea commented , breaking the awkward silence, "Wow, Sarah, you look like a total goddess. Mark won't know what hit him when he sees you in that get-up!"
Her words lingered in the air, and Sarah couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She knew that what had transpired between her and Kris was a onetime thing, but she couldn't shake off the thoughts of him - the way his hands felt on her body, the skillful way he kissed her, and how he made her feel desired and wanted. Deep down she wanted to wear this for him, not mark.
“well darling, let’s get you back in the robe. I think Chelsea is ready for her turn.” Priya said coolly.
Sarah hesitated, looking at Chelsea who nodded, encouraging her to continue. With a shaky breath, Sarah followed Priya back into the dressing room and allowed herself to be undressed by the woman once more. They didn’t say a word, but Sarah felt as if priyas fingers lingered and took extra touch over her pussy, ass, feet, and nipples.
It wasn’t enough to get Sarah off, but the touch was intoxicating. It was empowering in a way Sarah had never felt before. She felt embarrassed in a way she was so turned on a woman and some underwear had made her feel this way.
She couldn’t help but let a soft moan once more as priyas hand grazed her soaking sex once more. Sarah blushed an even deeper shade of red as she couldn’t believe how much of her own juices had pooled in the thong and run down her leg.
“Relax, darling.” Priya said. “It is very normal for a woman like you to enjoy a session like this. I enjoy your enjoying it.”
With that, priya took the soaked thong and raised it to her nose.
She took a deep inhale, savoring the intoxicating scent of Sarah's arousal. "God, you taste delicious." she murmured, a wicked grin playing on her lips.
Sarah stood motionless, her body trembling with desire as Priya placed the thing in the garment box. “But you’ll be buying this one. I think you soaked it enough it would be unsanitary to put up for sale.” She said with a warm smile.
Sarah, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the situation, nodded and quickly changed back into her robe, her mind racing. She couldn't believe what had just happened and didn't know what to make of it. She stepped out of the changing room, hoping to get some fresh air and clear her head. Priya followed her out.
Sarah sat on the couch. It was Chelsea’s turn to model. Sarah watched for the next hour as Chelsea tried on dozens of high end designer lingerie pieces, priya and Niko expertly curating and helping her change. Sarah grappled with her own hurricane of thoughts and emotions as she watched her sexy friend prance about.
as they wrapped up. Priya came back with a large stack of boxes for the both of them, bagged and with the checks. Sarah froze. She had no idea how she was going to pay for this and no idea how much this stuff cost.
“I have 5 sets for you, Chelsea. And ten for you Sarah dear. And a completely new set of panties and bras. Please tell me all your old stuff will be trashed.” Priya said, handing them each their checks.
Sarah nodded. Chelsea eagerly handed over a credit card for her bill without looking at the total. Then Sarah looked at her own bill.
The total was overwhelming - $7,000, a price that seemed astronomical for underwear. She felt a cold sweat form on her forehead as she looked at the receipt, feeling her heart rate spike and her anxiety skyrocket. Priya noticed her shock and leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Don't worry, my dear. This is an investment. You can pay in installments. With your body and husband to invest in, trust me, you will earn your money back."
Sarah gulped, unsure of what to say. She didn’t have money to cover more than a hundred dollars.
but then Niko called over from the register “oh honey yours is all paid for. Your husband called in and just took care of it.”
Sarah froze in confusion. No way mark knew she was hear. Besides, they didn’t have money for this sort of thing. How could he possibly afford it? Her mind raced.
“Mark did this?” Sarah muttered, perplexed.
“no honey. Your husband - Kris.” Niko said.
Kris had paid. How did he even know she was there? Her heart raced as she thought of him. Kris. Just his name sent shivers down her spine and heat pooling in her core. She couldn't stop thinking about him, about his touch, his kiss, and his body.
Her and Chelsea walked out the boutique with their large bags. Sarah turned to see Priya give a flirtatious wink at her as she exited.
“So who’s this Kris? What were you and Niko talking about ” Chelsea asked with a smirk.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She didn't even know where to begin when it came to Kris. The one time arrangement was a private ordeal. She and mark promised to not ever mention it to anyone else. Something Sarah once thought would be easy, but now grappled with as she still couldn’t shake the images from her brain. Sarah herself was still in shock Kris had somehow figured she was out shopping, and paid for the outrageous bill she had accidentally added up of designer underwear. She grappled with how to explain it to Chelsea.
On one hand, she wanted to share this new, exciting development in her life with her best friend and talk thru the challenges of what she was feeling. On the other hand, she had promised mark it would be a secret, and she was worried Chelsea would be shocked or judgmental about her secret hotwife experience with Kris.
"Umm..." Sarah hesitated, unsure of what to say. "Long story.”
Chelsea's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.
Sarah’s heart pounded as they stopped and loaded the boxes of lingerie into their own cars. She still had no idea what she was going to say to chelsea.
“Cmon girl. Who is kris? Did this kris really pay for your entire new lingerie collection just now? Chelsea said friendly with curiosity.
“He’s uh - a new friend.” Stammered Sarah, jittering thru her words.
“he??” Chelsea asked back teasing.
Her blue eyes glinting with excitement and intrigue.
“Well, yeah, he’s a dude,” Sarah confessed, unlocking her car door. She hesitated for a moment, before opening up a little bit to her friend. “We, uh, met at that charity gala for marks work last week. Mark introed us after I loved his keynote.”
Chelsea was now hooked by Sarah’s nervousness thru her words.. She leaned in closer, eager to hear all the juicy details.
“Spill the tea, girl,” she demanded, “since when does my little small town perfect little wife best friend meet male ‘friends’?” Chelsea teased with a knowing grin. Sarah felt her cheeks warm with a blush.
“Okay, okay, fine,” Sarah conceded, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just . . . we had a bit of a moment together.” Her friend’s jaw dropped slightly, and Sarah lied to her friend to backtrack, “nothing physical or anything, just a real connection. He’s so smart and confident, and I couldn’t help but be …drawn to him in a way. He is mentoring me I guess and maybe this was just a thank you for our new friendship.” She shrugged, feeling stupid for having such feelings for someone other than Mark.
“I have no clue how he knew we were here today, or really why he was so generous. But he’s just a friend…uh….mentor.” Sarah stammered.
Chelsea leaned against Sarah’s car, putting her arm infront of her to get closer to Sarah. She wore a skeptical grin as Sarah explained. "A 'mentor?' Come on, Sarah. You're telling me that your 'mentor' paid for your thousand-dollar lingerie collection as a simple thank you for your newfound friendship?"
"Well, he did seem to have a wealth of knowledge to impart upon me," Sarah replied, feeling a mix of guilt and relief to be sharing a partial version of the truth with her best friend.
Chelsea kept her skeptical grin. She reached up, cupping Sarah's chin in her hand. "Look, Sarah, you don't have to lie to me. I know you've been a little distant lately, and something is definitely going on with you. I'm your best friend; you can tell me anything."
Sarah paused and looked at the ground.
Chelsea continued, lifting up Sarah’s face with her finger by her chin. Small tears welled in Sarah’s eyes. “Sarah, girly. I know you’ve always tried to be Ms perfect goody good. And I know you can be you know …a little vanilla. But if you’re finally exploring some new ”feelings”, I’m not going to judge you, okay? Marks a safe and good husband. But I know things aren’t always the most romantic or adventurous…just know that whoever this Kris is. And whatever being your ‘mentor’ means, I’m your friend and I’m not judging.”
Sarah took a deep breath, feeling a knot in her stomach. She swallowed hard, looking at her friend with tears glistening in her eyes.
"Okay, Chelsea," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I slept with Kris. Just once, I swear. It was supposed to be a one-time thing. And I never thought I would see him again."
Chelsea's eyes widened for a moment, but then she broke out into a grin. "Well, girl, if you're going to do something wild and naughty, you might as well go all the way! I knew there was something different about you lately.
I could feel it. You were acting more confident and alive than I’ve ever seen you today.
Sarah tried to stammer out a response, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“get it girl. You fucked a hot guy. Mark doesn’t need to know. And a one time encounter with new designer linger to show for it is a pretty great thank you from a one night stand.” Chelsea said as she smiled, proud of her friend.
Sarah looked back down at the ground. “That’s uh….thats the thing. Mark does know.” Sarah confessed, staring at her feet.
“Fuck, seriously?” Chelsea exclaimed. “How did he find out?”
Sarah shook her head. “That’s the thing. It was all his idea.”
Chelsea pulled back, her brow furrowed. “What?”
Sarah took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she admitted, “I have never ever thought about being with another person other than mark. But then I found his porn. It was all cuckold and hotwife stuff. I felt insecure for days until I mustered courage to confront him. I felt so bad I offered to act out his fantasy for him. And then I met Kris - and it all happened so fast.” Chelsea’s eyes widened in shock. “You mean Mark actually wanted you to sleep with someone else? He put a fantasy like that out there?”
Sarah nodded, wiping away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. “At first, I was scared. But then I thought, maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe this would spice things up. Maybe this would make us feel closer than ever before. So I went through with it.
And it was better than I ever could have imagined. Kris was an amazing lover - so experienced and confident, yet caring and attentive. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me feel desired. I've never cum so hard. And so much,
but Mark and I agreed it’s be a one time thing. He was degrading to mark, he claimed me and betad him. I felt so sexy for the first time in my life. But now I feel sad for mark who is pretending like it never happened, and all the while I can’t stop thinking about Kris.”
Chelsea's face softened as she listened to Sarah's confession.
“oh honey, I know this must be so hard for you. But remember, you're allowed to feel attraction to others. You're allowed to want more in a relationship than your husband is currently able to give you. And if this Kris made you feel alive, confident, and desired, then maybe he is someone you should explore further.”
Sarah sighed, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.
“Thank you, Chelsea,” she said softly, tears glistening in her eyes.
“I don’t know what I would do without you. I just hope Mark and I can figure this out. This has been a lot to process.”
Chelsea nodded sympathetically. “I know, sweetie. But just remember, sex and desire don’t have to be neat and tidy. Sometimes they’re messy and complicated. And that’s okay. What matters is that you and Mark are honest and open with each other and that you’re both getting your needs met. Trust me I - “.
Chelsea was cut off by priya who approached them. “I knew you were a little sex vixen. But I wasn’t expecting a hotwife!” She said, surprising both of them. “Sorry ladies, but there was one more item this Kris bought for you. Here you go.” She handed the box to Sarah, winked, and walked back up to the boutique.
Sarah took the box from Priya, feeling its weight and unsure of what was inside.
“well, open it!” Chelsea egged on.
Sarah lifted the lid of the box to reveal a stunning Luxury Quality Light Ivory Beaded and Sequined Bridal Lace Applique, Floral Bodice Lace Sheet, Lace Placement lingerie gown with a matching beaded sparkled thong.
Sarah gasped, her eyes wide with awe. The intricate detail and delicate beading on the lingerie were stunning, making Sarah feel like a Hollywood starlet. She reached out and gently traced the sequins with her fingers, feeling the sharp points tickle the tips.
Sarah couldn't help but feel seduced by the lingerie. The sex appeal and high end design of it made it undoubtedly the most luxury piece of lingerie she had ever laid eyes on. But then it dawned on her. This was no gift to wear for her husband mark.
It was a clear message.
It was a challenge from Kris to Chelsea, a gesture and invitation. There was no getting around it now, she was going to have to see him again,
Chelsea watched Sarah's face light up as she carefully admired the delicate lace and sparkling sequins of the lingerie.
“that’s a stunning piece, honey. Kris will love it on you.” She said warmly, giving Sarah her approval that continuing with the affair was okay.
“You deserve to feel desirable and appreciated. Trust me when I say that every woman has a primal urge and fantasy that they can’t ignore. That goes beyond their usual relationships.”
Sarah nodded hesitantly, still not completely sold on the idea. “But what about Mark? I can’t just cheat on him like this. It’s not fair to him.”
Chelsea put her hand on Sarah’s shoulder, looking deep into her eyes. “Listen. Just don’t let anyone get hurt. You deserve this. I have to go babe. But thanks for being honest. I had a blast today.” Chelsea chirped, still beaming with excitement as she got In her car and drove off.
Sarah got in her own car. She peaked at her phone. No word from her husband mark, yet there was unread message. It was from Kris.
“Hope you enjoyed your little gift, my princess.”
Kris's message read.
Sarah's heart raced as she read his words. She knew she shouldn't respond, but she couldn't help herself.
“How did you know I would be there today?” she wrote back, biting her lip nervously as she hit send.
She waited anxiously for his reply, her mind racing with a mix of excitement and guilt.
“I have my ways, princess. And don't worry, your little secret is safe with me. But I have to say, I can't wait to see you in that lingerie. I hope you wear it for me. A picture or two reset may even help get me thru my trip. Night night princess….” Kris’s message sent a shiver down Sarah's spine. She felt herself growing wet at the thought of wearing the luxurious lingerie for him. She imagined his reaction as he saw her in it, the hunger in his eyes, the way his hands would explore her body, the way he would take her, claiming her as his own.
Sarah took a deep breath, trying to clear her head. She couldn't believe she was feeling this way. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it. She wanted Kris more than she had ever wanted anything.