My name is Alexa, and my husband is Mark. Together, we are the proud owners of a charming women’s clothing boutique. Our shop is a warm and inviting space. It is filled with racks upon racks of colorful garments in all shapes and sizes. We take great pleasure in assisting women of diverse body types and unique styles. We want them to feel confident and embrace their individual beauty. There is everything from elegant evening gowns to trendy streetwear. We have something for every woman to feel like the best version of herself. Our passion for fashion and empowering others shines through every aspect of our business. We work hard to make it a truly special place to shop.

As we enter our mid-forties, our children have spread their wings and left the nest. Our once quiet and routine sexual relationship has transformed into something wild and passionate. Even while we’re working side by side at the store. I can’t help but notice my husband sneak glances at other women’s cleavage. Instead of feeling jealous, a thrill shoots through me. I love to know that he still has an eye for the beauty of God’s creation. His gaze lingers on curves and contours, taking in every detail with admiration and desire. And as we lock eyes, a fiery connection ignites between us. Like two flames dancing in the wind. Our love has only grown stronger with age, fueled by a deep appreciation for each other’s desires and pleasures.

I was preparing for my shift at the store, when my phone lit up with a text from Mark. His instructions were specific and bold. Wear a short dress with nothing underneath, and a revealing dress to showcase my cleavage. But that wasn’t all. He wanted me to use my expertise to help other women embrace their bodies. To help them choose outfits that would ignite desire in their husbands. The thrill and naughtiness of his requests sent shivers down my spine as I eagerly dressed for the day ahead. It was like being a secret agent on a mission to unleash sensuality and confidence in those around me.

Around 11:15, a woman entered the store alone – someone I had never met before. I could tell she was seeking something, but at first, I wasn’t sure what it was. She appeared to be around 5’5 and in her mid-thirties. Our eyes met, and I noticed her gaze lingering on the short dress I was wearing, highlighting my cleavage. She seemed shy and unsure about why she had stepped into our clothing store. But that only made me more intrigued. I was someone who exudes sensuality for my partner, Mark. I wanted to help her liberate herself and feel sexy for the man in her life.

So, with a smile, I asked her, “What’s your story?” And she revealed that it was her anniversary. They had been married for ten years.

“Well then,” I said with a laugh, “let’s find you a dress that will knock him off his feet.”

I couldn’t resist bringing my friend some new dresses that I knew her husband would adore. As we sorted through the racks, I noticed her eyes lingering on my cleavage. In a teasing tone, I asked if she wanted something to show off her own cleavage. At first, she hesitated and said no, but after a little more coaxing, she finally gave in.

“Oh, I know he would love it,” she confessed with a coy smile. “He’s always had this fascination with other men admiring my body. It’s a constant battle keeping him in line.”

We both laughed at the thought. I then shared with her that my husband also enjoys when other men admire me. It’s exhilarating and thrilling for both of us. Of course, that doesn’t mean we would ever cross any boundaries or betray our marriage vows. We are both devout Christians and committed to each other. But there is something undeniably empowering about knowing other men find me attractive and desirable. And the fact that it turns my husband on only adds to the excitement.

Her laughter filled the room like a gentle breeze, drawing my attention to her excited expression.

“Honey,” I said, “let me find something that he’s going to love and that you’ll feel incredible wearing. He wants you to be a head-turner, and I want to help you celebrate your sexuality.”

As I walked towards the racks of dresses, I couldn’t ignore the subtle pulsing between my legs. This reminded me of my own arousal. I was excited to be part of this woman’s journey to ignite passion in her partner.

Picking out a seductive dress for her was fun. I knew I was helping her become a more confident and sexy woman for her husband. To be honest, it turned me on. While she was at the checkout counter, I eagerly anticipated fulfilling Mark’s request of pleasuring myself to orgasm. And of course, sharing all the juicy details with him.

Once my friend left, the store was empty. But I couldn’t resist the temptation and found myself becoming aroused behind the counter. With no one around, I started to get really horny and reached beneath my small, satin dressing gown. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and moved my fingers down between my legs to my pussy. I stroked my clit with my fingers and couldn’t believe how wet I was already.

As soon as I touched my clit, a surge of electricity seemed to shoot through my entire body. That’s when I started to caress my breasts, squeezing them together with one hand through the fabric. At the same time, keeping an eye out for any potential customers walking by. The thrill of potentially getting caught only added to the intensity of the moment.

My one hand slowly moved away from my heaving chest, with my other fingers reaming at my damp mound. I couldn’t help but think of Mark’s suggestion to go without underwear and a bra. And use my body to help another woman find an alluring dress to boost her confidence and please her husband. The thought sent shivers down my spine. I imagined the possibilities, the thrill of being both seductive and selfless simultaneously.

I’ve often wondered if other women feel the same way. I can’t help feeling turned on when I imagine wearing a dress and going out with my husband. The thought of all the men admiring me and my outfit makes me feel desired. I also can’t help but picture my husband becoming aroused by it. He is not the jealous type. And sometimes I even think he would want me to be a “hot wife” shared with other men. But as Christian wife, we keep these fantasies within the safety of marriage, allowing them to remain just fantasies.

I find his fantasy endearing because it shows how highly he thinks of me. This in turn boosts my own self-esteem. Hot girl shit if you will.

My thoughts drift to this while I continue to pleasure myself, feeling wetter and more aroused with each stroke.

Suddenly, the intensity builds, and I keep going, making sure no one walks in on me.

I close my eyes, biting lip as my fingers rub furiously. Wave after wave washes over me as I experience a powerful orgasm. I was so grateful for my marriage and the way Mark makes me feel about myself. He constantly lifts me up, sometimes literally. Our shared adventures only add to the love between us. I continue fingering my self people for him.

Suddenly, the bell chimes! A woman walks in removing her sunglasses. I sit down pretend to eat my lunch and then duck on my fingers. “Hello, how are today!” I smile. I need help finding some lingerie so a photo shoot, she explained. “Right this way”, I motion to the back cozy boudoir section of the shop.

I offered several suggestions and she tried several things on and off. She put on a different set and noticed her heel strap came loose as she leaning forward to adjust the strap her pink nipples were barely visible through the lingerie she was wearing, but every time she leaned forward to grab her water bottle, the top would sweep open and both breasts would be plainly visible. I was so busy enjoying that view that it took a while before I noticed an even better one: her pussy would be plainly visible through the gauzy material of her thong and he could see where the string disappeared between the cheeks of her ass. I looked away, checking the time. “These three are perfect for the photo shoot”, she said. “I need something new though for my boyfriend though.”

Feeling bold from my afterglow. I looked around the lingerie department and pointed to a very sexy black satin corset with a tiny pair of matching thongs and suspender belt.   “I bet that would get him hard,” I said as we walked over to the display.  I chose her size and she went to the changing room to try the set on.

She went to put on the corset but I was struggling to tighten the ribbon on it so she gave me a shout to come in and “help.”

She opened the door and I came into the changing room. As I did, I caught sight of her naked breasts and I saw her eyes linger on them and smile. “I can’t tighten this corset can you help me?” and stood in front of the large mirror with my back to her.   I stood behind her and she felt my soft finger brushing her skin as I tightened the ribbon.   “Is that too tight?”

"No, that’s great,” she said as she looked in the mirror, her 32DD boobs looked massive is the black satin material.   I started to get wet as I turned around and looked at the suspenders holding up the sexy stockings, which were pulled tight over her pert ass. “I have to have this”, she said.

My cash register chimes and I walk around handing her the bags. She smiles and plants a big kiss on my lips… “Thanks, for the show earlier,” she winks and walks out before I speak (she’s been a regular even since).

I couldn’t wait to tell him the story, knowing it would turn him on.

That night, I shared all the juicy details, and his arousal was evident. He asked me to show him what I did. So I lifted my short skirt and reenacted the scene as my hands played with myself in front of him. He watched eagerly, hungry to have me. As I approached climax, I asked if he wanted me to finish.

He eagerly said yes and promised to fuck me afterward. True to his word, he then asked how I wanted to be fucked. I locked eyes with him moving into my preferred position on my hands and knees, doggy style.

I turned my head, "I need to feel that thick cock inside my pussy!"

My husband grinned, clearly pleased by my words. "And I can't wait to give you every inch, baby. You ready for it?"

"Fuck, yes!"

He slid the head of his cock between my folds. He teased my clit, making me whimper. There was something indescribably erotic about feeling his flesh caressing that sensitive bud.

He pulled up my short skirt more and took me with his lovely cock.

"Ooh, yes!" My voice was high-pitched from the intensity of my arousal. Then, it dropped to a throaty purr. "You feel so fucking good inside me!"

Our fucking started out slow, just as our first kiss had. I knew he was trying to pace himself, and I was plenty satisfied with his gentle, fluid rhythm. It gave me time to revel in the experience of having my man's cock buried deep in my cunt.

When he gently rotated his hips, it felt like his dick was giving my inner walls an exquisite massage. "I can't get enough of your cock!" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, his grip on me tightened just before he began pounding my pussy. Our bodies slapped together with a ferocity that made me quiver. 

My husband in fever growled from behind me. Even as his thrusts bordered on brutal, I begged for more. My eyes were pleading as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, who appeared just as desperate.

I came seconds later, releasing such a powerful scream that it left my throat raw. He let out a helpless cry but continued driving himself into me like the good husband he is. I was certain he could feel my entire body quaking as my muscles contracted around his cock. He stared at my ass as my pussy continued swallowed him whole. My husband buckled and let out a roar, and a shudder went through him while he pumped me his cum. I instinctively Kegeled around his dick. "Christ almighty!" he panted, finally withdrawing so I could catch my breath.

He continued pumping, making me climax once again before releasing himself inside of me twice tonight! It was a powerful and satisfying sexual experience that left me wanting more, being his.