My little shop on the corner…

This morning, while drinking my coffee, I chatted with my husband, who was a thousand miles away, brokering some business merger. He had been gone for fifteen days and was coming home that night.

To say I was sexually frustrated would have been an understatement. The weekend before he left for his trip, we practically broke the bed frame with the intensity of our lovemaking. Fifteen days later, he was coming home, and I was ready to replay that weekend all in one night.

Seven days is the longest I've gone without sex since we've been married, so maybe I did what I did because somewhere along the way, my breaking point had finally been reached. I had been fantasizing about the sex to come all day, and never in my years of being married had I ever thought about cheating on him, especially with a complete stranger—that is, until he walked into the front door of my shop.

Even then, I didn't see it coming.

I own a lingerie shop, and my customer told me he was looking for something special for a special lady. As we chatted and he tried to describe what he was looking for, I found myself drawn to his charm and the way he made me laugh. It was a dangerous combination that led to a moment of weakness I never thought possible.

After showing him several intimate suggestions, he asked, "I can't choose; can you model them for me?" I stood there dumbfounded, considering that the intimate wear I was showing him had become very revealing. I was just about to deny his request when he walked to the front door and locked it. "I can pay you for a private showing," he offered as he pulled a roll of $100 bills from his pocket.

"Let's start with this: your height is perfect, your hips have just the right curves, and your breasts are stunning," he told me as he held out one of the more risqué outfits.

"Sir, I'm afraid that this could be considered very inappropriate, and…"

"You recognize the woman's body as art," he interrupted. "Your own, being a perfect example," he said, making me stand a little taller and feel more erotic. "Otherwise, you would have never founded a store that enhances female sexuality.

"Now, if you please?"

The day had been winding down, and I was considering closing up for the day, and my husband wasn't due home for a few more hours, so I reluctantly agreed to his offer. I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment at the realization of what I was agreeing to, but I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the unexpected turn of events.

As I led him to the back of the boutique, I couldn't shake the feeling of nervous anticipation that lingered in the air. Little did I know that this encounter would lead to a series of events that would alter the course of my married life.

As I stepped behind the curtain to change, my mind was going a hundred miles an hour. What was I doing? I thought as I changed into the red, lacy lingerie, wishing that I had worn less revealing undergarments.

When I opened the curtain, he stood only a few feet away, his eyes wandering up and down my scantily clad body.

"Oh, my. I was right; you are the model of perfection, a true piece of art," he said as he looked at my body from head to toe.

Being embarrassed beyond belief, I just said, "Thank you."

I changed into three more outfits, all of them more revealing than the other.

"Turn for me so I can see all of you," he said as I slowly turned, knowing full well that my bottom would be on full display.  

By then, I was completely soaked between my legs. His gaze made me feel even more exposed and vulnerable, yet strangely exhilarated. The intensity of his stare ignited a fire within me that made me forget that I had a husband who was on an airplane home at the same time as I stood there, scantily clad, before a man who still hadn't even offered his name. The thrill of being desired in such a raw and primal way was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist the magnetic pull of his gaze.

He then handed me another garment that was much more revealing than even the others. "Oh my goodness," I exclaimed, "I couldn’t possibly put that on." 

He looked at me, then the outfit, and said, "My dear, it isn't much, but I'm confident your body would make it look stunning, if only you would please remove your undergarments when you wear it for me?"

"Sir," I told him, "this has minimal fabric, and it's completely made of transparent materials." 

"Yes," he interrupted, "the garment will look exquisite framed on your body. Please continue; you're doing marvelous."

Feeling increasingly stimulated, I turned to walk into the changing room once again.

"No, please. You can change here. There's nothing that I haven't already seen," he said with a smile and a wink.

After an extended moment of hesitation, I slowly and carefully removed the current lingerie along with my undergarments as my heart pounded through my chest; I couldn't shake the feeling of unease and eroticism that lingered in the air as I exposed my flesh to a complete stranger's gaze.

I heard him slightly laugh as I tried unsuccessfully to cover my lady parts out of modesty and embarrassment, while at the same time trying to wrap my body with the scantily clad material of the new lingerie.

When I finally had it properly fitted, he walked over and, for the first time, touched me. His hand traced the fabric on my back and sides. He roamed down below my waist until he gently ran the back of his fingers along the smooth skin of my backside. My vagina was now throbbing as his hand moved to the front, where the back of his finger lightly slid over one of my nipples through the fabric, making me shudder at his touch.

I should have stopped him. Any good, loyal, married woman would have, but when he took a finger and ran it between the moist cleft between my legs, I closed my eyes and let out a gasp of air and a muted purr as my mind turned to mush.

When he left my most intimate region, I could see moisture on his finger as he lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply. "Magnificent." I felt a rush of desire and anticipation as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my neck. The intensity of the moment left me yearning for more, despite the internal struggle within me.

"Your knees," he whispered.

"What?"

"On your knees and put your hands behind your back, please."

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. Slowly, I complied with his request, eager to see where this new level of submission would take us.

The quantity of blood rushing through my clitoris and vagina made my private areas nearly painfully engorged, and my nipples were as hard as I could ever remember. The anticipation of what was to come sent shivers down my spine, but I couldn't deny the overwhelming excitement that coursed through me. In that moment, my surrender was complete.

I was in such a state of mind that I don't recall him opening his pants, but I do remember his cock falling out and thudding against my forehead. It wasn't long, but it was thick and firm, with a lot of veins giving it a sinister appearance. 

I could feel the heat emanating from it as he brushed the crown over my forehead, down my cheeks, along my chin, and finally to my lips. As I looked up at him, I willfully stuck my tongue out to taste the clear liquid as it glossed my slightly parted lips. I then felt his hand put pressure on the back of my head, urging me to take him into my mouth.

The weight of his cock on my tongue was both exhilarating and intimidating. As I took him deeper, I could feel his grip tighten and his breath quicken, signaling his pleasure. The feeling of power and submission intertwined as I continued to pleasure him with the suction my mouth provided, savoring every moment of control and surrender. His moans grew louder, driving me to push further, eager to please him completely.

Somehow, my hands stayed behind me as his hips began to thrust into me more urgently.

Feeling the shaft and head expanding dangerously close to completion, I could sense that he was getting close; therefore, I braced myself for what I thought was the inevitable. Even knowing that he was about to soil me, the rush I felt wouldn't allow me to deny him.

Suddenly, he pulled away from my vigorously sucking mouth and helped me to my feet, where he turned and bent me over against the "husband" chair, where husbands or boyfriends usually wait for their ladies to be finished with their shopping.

Leaning over with my hands on the back of the chair, presenting my virtue to him while wearing the sluttiest lingerie that my store sold, certainly made me a very unladylike and tempting target. I felt his phallus gliding over the separation of my cheeks as his hands caressed my soft, silky smooth skin, moving up my back until his hands moved to my front, barely cupping my firm breasts as if he were memorizing their shape and size as his lips kissed the center of my back between my shoulder blades. After a moment, one hand left a breast, yet never leaving my body to trace my curves until I felt him grasp the fabric between my legs to move it to the side, leaving my vulva bare and vulnerable.

The tip of his organ, which seemed to grow even more substantial, moved my labia to the side as he pushed past them. Even though I was excessively lubricated, it still took a good amount of pressure for the tip to breach my opening. The sensation was both overwhelming and exhilarating, sending shivers down my spine. With each slow, deliberate thrust, I gasped at the anticipation of my intimate orifice being filled so thoroughly, giving me a mixed feeling of pleasure and slight discomfort, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As the intruder continued to saw into me, I was unable to hold back a whorish moan, which even I had never heard come from my throat. Some of the most intense and powerful contractions racked my entire body with the power of a tidal wave.

After the multiple waves crashed through my core, I could feel his shaft throbbing inside of me, signaling that he was losing his own battle of control.

Feeling his hands move to my hips, he again started his in-and-out motion, losing his statuesque posture that had turned to outright lust. His movements became more urgent, pushing me forward with each thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, driving us both closer to the edge of ecstasy. I arched my back, allowing him to penetrate even deeper, the pleasure overwhelming my senses. With each powerful thrust, I felt his desire building, his moans mixing with my own as we moved together in perfect harmony. The intensity of our connection was undeniable, a primal need driving us both towards a shared climax.

My eyes fluttered and my heart pounded as my second orgasm grew to explosive proportions, finally reaching its destination. As I reached my peak, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of our bodies entwined in passionate bliss. I could feel his breath hot against my skin, his hands gripping me tightly as we rode out the waves of pleasure together.

Finding an ounce of coherency, he pulled away from me, leaving my body before his seed could fertilize my egg. I understood immediately and turned while going to my knees and grabbing his shaft that was coated with my elixer. Just as I had done hundreds of times with my own husband, I took him inside my open mouth and sucked, instantly feeling his potent seed shooting onto my tongue and against the back of my throat.

But this was not my husband's sperm, which I had to swallow several times to keep it from escaping the seal of my lips. I had never had to swallow so many times as the stranger emptied himself inside of me.

Finally, after the final volley had been spent, and he stood in front of me fully depleted, he pulled away, helping me to my feet before straightening his clothing and making himself presentable again.

"How much for the outfit?" he inquired, as if he hadn't just defiled another man's wife.

"Um… I. It's $500," was all I could think of to say as I made myself proper again.

"I'll leave the cash on the counter so you can get your bearings." He then kissed me on the cheek and started to walk away.

"Wait, you said you wanted to buy lingerie for a special lady?"

He then turned and smiled, saying, "I did. I hope your husband enjoys it as much as I did."

Then, he was gone. I hurried to relock the door and to make myself presentable before walking to the counter, where I saw the money. That night, I had a surprise for my husband in the form of new lingerie, leaving out the part about how I paid for it, and in my sock drawer, another $2000 with a business card that read, "Purveyor of Fine Arts," and handwritten on the card was, "Until my next purchase."

For the longest time after the stranger left, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and shame for giving myself so easily to another man. Did I simply stumble in a moment of weakness because of his unexpected and sudden admiration for my beauty and desire to please me? Or was it something more forbidden?

I have yet to see him again, and of course I never told my husband about my improper conduct. But every time I hear the little bell ring in my shop, my heart leaps and my nipples stiffen.