Every Saturday my wife would force me to go shopping with her. She loved nothing more than to spend my hard earned money. I would work my ass off putting in 55 to 60 hours a week just to have my only day off spent following her around department stores, buying things for her. When I would see something I liked she would always say "Oh Jon, you don't really need that." I would put down what ever I was looking at and just follow her while she tried on outfit after outfit. I was miserable in life and in my marriage.
I couldn't remember the last time my wife had sex with me. It was something we would often fight about. She would always give some lame excuse and I would usually just give up and go in the bathroom and jerk myself off to one of the lingerie catalogs she had. What the bitch needed any kind of lingerie I would never know. She sure as hell wasn't wearing it for me. I hated my life. I was once a strong confident man. I could have any woman I wanted, but now after years of being married to her I was nothing more than a shadow of my old self. I was her puppet. I worked to keep her in the finest of things and the nicest of car and the most luxurious of houses.
This particular Saturday I woke up hornier than I had ever been. I rolled over and started rubbing my wife's breast through her ugly flannel night gown that she insisted on wearing to bed. She was still asleep, but she responded with a low moan. So I started kissing her neck. She tilted her head to give me better access to it. I got excited thinking that I was finally going to get back into that pussy of her. I moved my hand down from her breast and slowly pulled up her night gown. I pulled her briefs over to the side and started rubbing her pussy. She was already nice and wet so took my finger and hooked it into her pussy. She started humping my hand and moaning. She was really getting into it. I took my thumb and started rubbing her clit while I fingered her, her eyes were still shut.
She thrust her hips forward and moaned "Oh Michael, it feels soooo good."
WHAT THE FUCK? Who is Michael? Oh wait a minute. Michael is the guy she "worked" with from time to time. She had her own little business that I spend more money on that it brought in. She was an interior decorator, but she only worked when she felt like it. Michael was the man who would help her sometimes, but she had told me that he was gay. Him being an interior decorator, I assumed she was telling me the truth.
I pulled my finger out of her pussy and rolled over and got out of bed. She stirred at the absence of my finger in her pussy. She opened her eyes and looked at me staring down at her with a murderous look on my face. "What the fuck are you doing Jon? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Why the fuck were you calling out you GAY partners name while I fingered you?"
She raised up and gave me an evil look. "Who the fuck said you could finger me in the first place? Is that how you get yourself off now Jon, touching me when I'm asleep without my permission?"
"My god Samantha, you are my wife, do I not have the right to touch you? You were getting into it anyway. You were moaning and humping and then you called out Michael's name."
"Jon, you are full of shit. I didn't call out Michael's name and if I did I'm sure it was because I was dreaming about work or something. This discussion is over now go get dressed so we can go shopping."
I was pissed off beyond imagination, but I hung my head like the broken man that I was and I walked to the closet and got my clothes and started towards the bathroom to get in the shower.
"Oh no you don't. You should have taken a shower when you woke up instead of fondling me. We don't have time for you to take a shower now. Be ready and down stairs in five minutes." As she walked past me he looked at me. "Who would want to fuck someone as pathetic as you anyway?"
I got dressed and met her downstairs in five minutes like she asked. She was dressed as well with her hair pulled back into a pony tail. She didn't need to her own makeup on today, because she had an appointment first thing at a salon to have her hair and make-up done for her day of shopping. Just like every Saturday.
I sat in the waiting room of the salon reading all the women's magazines that were sitting on the coffee table while my wife got her hair shampooed, cut and styled and got a manicure, pedicure, facial and massage. As I was sitting there I heard the bell jingle above the door. I looked up just out of reflex and there stood one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. She was tall, around 5'9" I would say. She was thin, but not skinny. Her skin was the color of milk and honey and she had legs that many men would willingly get on their hands and knees to beg for. Her hair was medium brown and shining like the north star. I fell in cascades to her waist. Her lips were full and luscious and her eyes were a magical green. I couldn't help but sit there and stare at her like a child.
She looked down at me and smiled. She talked to the receptionist for a second then she came and sat in the chair directly across from me.
I don't know if she did it on purpose, but she opened her legs and I could see right up her navy blue skirt. She wasn't wearing panties and her legs were so sexy she had no need for nylons. Her pussy was bare with only a strip of hair in the middle. She quickly closed her legs as if she had no idea what she had just done.
I could feel my cock getting hard. I hadn't gotten any relief this morning after getting so turned on, so now the least bit of stimulation brings the big guy back to life. I was still sitting there staring at this angel when I felt my wife smack my head.
"What are you looking at?" She ask shooting daggers at the object of my staring.
"Nothing Dear, are you ready?"
She huffed, "Well how do I look Jon? I just spend $200 and you can't even tell me I look nice?"
"You look lovely dear." I got up and walked out of the salon, I couldn't help but chance one more look at the beautiful woman sitting in the waiting room. I was shocked to see her giving my wife a very dirty and disapproving look.
When we got in the car my wife instantly started bitching at me. "My God Jon, you were practically fucking her with your eyes. Is that what you want in a woman? A nasty skank like that? She was a fucking whore and you were sitting there drooling all over yourself. You looked like a total fucking idiot. You are weak Jon and you are worthless. Like a woman like that would ever have anything at all to do with someone like you. Women like strong men."
As she was saying her bit about women liking strong men I mumbled "I thought you said she was a skank.", throwing off on her first calling her a skank then saying I couldn't get a woman like that.
"What did you say?" Her eyes were bugging out of her head. I hadn't spoke up to her in a long time and I regretted it now.
"Nothing dear." I just kept my eyes on the road.
"That's what I thought. We are going to have a long talk when we get home Jon. Things are going to change."
I pulled into the first of many department stores we would visit that day. I sat outside the dressing room while she tried on several outfits. I decided I was going to get up and walk around. I knew she would bitch at me for just browsing so I called into the dressing room. "Honey, I'm going to go to the restroom. I'll be right back."
"Whatever." Was all she replied
I walked over to the men's section and was surprised to see the angel from the salon browsing through lingerie that was ironically placed directly beside the men's section. I watched her as she picked through several different pairs of sexy panties. I wondered to myself if that was why she didn't have any on. Maybe something happened in the wash with hers.
I was staring at the panties that she was holding in her hand. I must have been staring for a long time because suddenly they started waving back and forth. I looked up and she was looking at me with a big smile on her face. I felt my face turn red. I tried to smile back at her, but I was interrupted by my wife shouting from the dressing room.
"JON, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"
I glanced in the direction she was calling from then turned around and looked back at the angel. She was looking towards the dressing room with a scowl on her face and slightly shaking her head in disapproval.
I turned, defeated, and walked to the dressing room.
We left there spending a little less than the normal $400. I actually got out of there only spending $350 this week. She made up for it in the other stores.
As we went to several other department stores I kept seeing the angel in them. I wondered if she was following me, but I blew that thought off. Why would an angel like her follow someone like me. A pussy whipped, sorry excuse of a man with a loud bitch of a wife.
We finally made it to the last store we were going to that day. By now it was starting to get dark.
I had grown use to running into the angel. She and I never spoke, but we would exchanges smiles. I was walking around this particular store searching for her while my wife browsed through the women's clothing. I was disappointed that I didn't see her.
Finally giving up my search I cut through the middle of the department store to go back to where my wife was. As I walked past the dressing rooms I heard an angelic voice say "Excuse me, but could you tell me if this looks like it fits me properly?"
I slowly turned around and there she was. The angel from the salon and every department store I had been in that day. She was standing there in a navy blue lacy bra filled with at least a c-cup breast, with matching panties that barely covered her pussy. She had a navy garter on with navy thigh highs strapped to it. She was standing just inside one of the dressing rooms with the door opened just a foot so only I could see her.
"I.. um. You look fantastic in that. It looks like it fits wonderfully." I managed to stammer. I could feel all the blood in my body racing to my cock. It wouldn't have been as bad if I had been able to jerk off this morning, but my wife hadn't giving me any time.
"Are you sure? Maybe you should come over here and take a closer look."
I felt my heart pick up. I could feel every heartbeat in my head and in my cock. I knew she could see my rising cock through my khaki. I don't have the biggest cock in the world, but I sure as hell don't have the smallest either. I'm probably around seven and a half to eight inches.
I slowly walked over to the dressing room. She opened the door a little wider so that I could slip in there with her, but not without having to rub up against her body to do so. After I was inside she looked around outside to see if anyone noticed me going in with her. She then shut the door and locked it and turned to face me.
"So tell me now, do you think it fits me properly? I mean I thing maybe the bra is a little too tight. It makes my breast feel so confined."
I smiled a weak smile. My cock was raging in my pants. It was throbbing so hard it was almost painful. "Ma'am I'm going to have to say that it looks beyond good on you. You are an angel." I felt like an idiot for saying that. I mean how stupid and cliche does that sound?
She worsened my feeling stupid by laughing. I looked at her with rueful eyes. "I'm sorry, I know I must sound like an idiot. It's just that this is kind of.... you know."
She smiled brightly. "I was laughing because that is my name. I'm Angel and you are Jon right?"
I'm sure she would know my name. My wife was screaming it every ten minutes through the day because she needed to bitch at me over something. "Yes, I'm Jon."
"Well Jon, how does this bra fit me?" She took my hand and pulled it up to her breast. "Does it feel like it might be a little too tight? She was rubbing my hand all around her bra covered breast. My cock was screaming to be released.
I could feel my hand start to shake. "Ma'am, I uh...." I didn't know what I was going to say to her. I had never cheated on my wife in all the time we had been together. I had been raised to believe that cheating was wrong, and I still believe that to this day, but right at that moment, after being treated like shit by my wife all day long I was starting to see things a little differently.
"Jon, don't speak. I have seen how she treats you. You are a better man than that and I think you just need to be reminded of what a man you can be." She pushed my hand harder onto her breast and tilted her head back and moaned "You have such strong hands Jon. I love the way they feel on my skin." She looked me in the eyes. "Would you like to fuck me Jon? Would you allow me to remind you of what a strong man you really are? Do you even know how sexy you are and how deserving you are? She doesn't appreciate you and she never will until you show her what a man you can be and when you do that I don't think you will need her anymore."
I took my hand off her breast and grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into me. I could feel my cock rubbing through my pants against her pussy hidden in her little panties. I kissed her hard. She returned the kiss with excitement. She moved from my mouth to my neck, licking and sucking in little circles. "mmmmm, I like that." I panted.
She took her hand and placed it on my cock through my pants. "Well it looks like you are ready." With that she started rubbing my cock. She then unbuttoned every button on my shirt and threw it to the floor. She slowly undid my belt buckle, the whole time kissing and licking my neck and chest. After she took the belt off of me she undid my pants and pushed them down. I was standing there in my boxer shorts with my cock threatening to pop out of the hole in them. She took her hand and pulled my cock out of the top of my boxers. She whispers in my ear, sending chills through my body. "Does she even fuck you Jon? Does she do her wifely duties?"
I shook my head "no". I didn't trust myself to talk just yet and I didn't want to take the chance on my wife being outside the dressing room.
"If I had a cock like this laying beside me every night there is no way I could let it go untouched. You have a beautiful cock and I'm going to use it to it's full potential." With that she kissed her way down my chest, making sure she kissed and licked each of my nipples, which caused my cock to throb in her hand. She lightly squeezed it and started slowly stroking it as she kissed her way down. I felt like I was in a dream. Her hand was expertly caressing my cock and her lips left a trail of tingles down my body. When she reached my cock she licked the pre-cum off the head. I thought I was going to lose my load right then. My wife had never given me head before. She said it grossed her out and she didn't think God intended a cock to be put in a persons mouth, although in the beginning of our relationship she use to beg me to fuck her in the ass. I guess she thought God was alright with that.
Angel parted her lips just slightly and kissed the head of my cock, letting her lips slide slowly over it. Once the head of my cock was in her mouth she started massaging it with her tongue while she stroked my shaft with her hand. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life. It was beyond amazing. I don't know how, but I managed to keep from cumming. She started slowly stroking my cock with her mouth, sucking it in all the way to the base holding it there while she slightly rotated her head. I instinctively started slightly thrusting. She started moving up and down on my cock with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head every time she came up. She took her other hand and started massaging my balls. My legs felt weak under me. She must have noticed this because she pushed me to sit down on the bench in the dressing room, never taking her mouth off of my cock. Once I got sat down she started picking up the pace. She was moving up and down on my cock without once dragging her teeth. Every time she would come up she would run the tip of her tongue up the bottom of my shaft then sucking on the head really hard then moving back down.
This lasted for about three minutes after I sat down and that was all I could take. "Angel, I'm going to cum."
She looked up at me with those electric green eyes and winked. It sent me over the edge. I thrust my cock all the way into her mouth and unloaded my cock in her throat. After the first surge she started sucking faster and harder, milking my cock with her mouth, swallowing every shot of cum my cock let off. When I was finally drained and starting to go soft, she sucked the head, making sure to get it all. She smiled up at me.
"Mmmmm. Jon that was fantastic. I told you what a wonderful cock you had." She was still stroking me. I pulled her up to me and kissed her again. I could still taste my cum in her mouth.
Simply kissing her was causing my cock to already start hardening in her hand again. I broke the kiss. "I have never felt anything like that before. That was the best I have ever had my cock sucked."
She smiled and started stroking me a little faster. "I'm not done with your cock yet Jon." She started to go back down on me, but I stopped her.
"No, I think it's your turn now. Let me show you what a man I can be. A man doesn't leave a woman neglected just so he can have pleasure." With that I stood up and lifted Angel onto the bench. I expertly unsnapped her bra with one hand. A trick I practiced religiously in college. I took her left breast into my mouth and started lightly sucking on it, nibbling on her nipple every now and then. I was lightly pinching her other nipple and rolling it around in my hand.
She tilted her head back and moaned with pleasure. Her chest was slightly heaving with her breathing growing faster. I took my mouth off her left breast and showed her right breast the same treatment, making sure to just suck hard enough for it to be pleasurable and not painful to her. I took my hand and ran it down her belly. I wiggled my hand under the guarder and her panties and found her clit. I rubbed it slowly in a circular motion. She moaned a little louder and started breathing a little heavier.
I left her breast and started kissing my way down her flat and tones belly. I got to her belly button and found a lovely little belly ring in it. I bit down on the ring and pulled lightly, the whole time I was still rubbing her clit. She moaned "Ohhh..