The Lingerie Shop–A Cuckquean Story[I hope that all who are into, or curious about, the cuckquean dynamic, might enjoy this humble story.]Entering the store, I couldn’t believe I was actually going to do this. I had suggested it to my husband first, and he loved the idea. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he encouraged me to do it. And, then I promised Melanie (our cuckcake) that I would do it for her. Why did I do that? I have no idea. She was well off, in fact. Her husband, a CEO for a local conglomerate, is wealthy, and little did he know that his trophy wife was cheating on him with my husband. Not just cheating. She was totally taken with my husband. I could tell…as I was forced to watch sometimes, other times they kicked me out of the room to have some privacy. I sat there, alternately dripping wet, alternately weeping imagining their intimate pillow talk, whilst I was out of sound’s reach. She adored his big cock, one that he was an expert at using. She rode it, she sucked it, she took it in every hole, including her, at the time, virgin ass. She could deny him nothing. Just like I couldn’t. Why did I ever get him into this, I’ll never know. I just know there is nothing like it…nothing that makes me wetter. Nothing. Nothing that makes my nipples hard. Nothing. When I, one time, asked my husband if he might consider stopping, he knew just what buttons to push…whispering those naughty things in my ear that he knows lurk deep within my dark soul…and his fingers trailed down my tingling flesh to the folds of my pussy..and he knew what I could not deny with my words. He knew, at that moment, who and what I am. My nature, revealed and betrayed by my body. I could not deny it no matter what words I might come up with. I wept because I didn’t want to lose him, Escort bayan I didn’t want to be second, not really, but even then, the thought of being second….God it made me so wet. I couldn’t help myself. And he knew. And he knows. He knows me better than I know myself, and I love him all the more for it. With all my heart, beyond anything I could ever imagine….Snapped from my reverie…from a sales girl who asked if she could help me. She noticed the size of the bra I was looking at, and sized me up, wondering if I was getting someone a gift? She could tell it wasn’t for me. I deferred help, told her I was just looking. What was I doing! OMG. I had a fair idea of Melanie’s size, but I had to ask her to be sure. To be exact. It was such a humiliating moment for me, to do that, to write it down, while she was d****d around my husband, kissing his neck, playfully, him smiling at her, looking into her eyes. They were both dressed, but I was naked, on my knees. My husband often liked for me to be totally naked in front of them, serving them drinks, bringing them their clothes, fetching things for them whilst they are together. With a plug in my butt,one with a little pig’s tail to reinforce my status when they are together…a little pig. Clips with slight weights to draw my larger breasts downward slightly, udders, to further humiliate me. He didn’t want me sexy when she was around, he wanted me to be just a naked little b**st. He said that it turned him on, but he would only let me know that when we were alone. With Melanie, he would either ignore me, or would show amusement towards how I looked. I felt so ashamed in front of them, but I craved that humiliation as well. I couldn’t deny my wetness. Damn my body, why does it betray me that way???I’d Bayan escort rather be picking out lingerie for me to wear to be so sexy for my husband. Valentine’s Day was not far off. Nor was our anniversary. But the money I had saved up from my fledgling online business, I only had enough for so much. I knew Melanie, “Her Royal Highness”, would only settle for the best, so it would not do to get her something reasonable. Oh no, it would have to be only the finest of silk and the finest of lingerie. Why I’m here now, in the most expensive lingerie store in the city. My money, that I worked so hard for, spending it on her. It made me angry, but at the same time, my heart nearly leaped out of my throat at the thought of it, pulse quickening, and nipples hardening beneath the much cheaper bra I was wearing under my top. To use my money on her…on her. Dammit. Why did I ever get into this?? But I trudged along, picking out the finest, a few bra and panty sets that I thought would look quite smart on her, and appeal to my husband as well. A cami, a bustier, plenty of stockings, a garter set…I spent all the money I had earned from my business start-up. On her. On her. My mind raced, thinking of her wearing each and every item, worn to entice my husband, to turn him on. Perhaps she will wear some of them for a Valentine’s Day date with him??? I hadn’t asked him about that yet. I wonder if he will spend it with me or with her? I want it to be me…but no..wait…I want it to be with her. Oh Goddammit, I can’t decide, I don’t know what I want!”Ma’am, is something wrong”?Oh god, she saw me tearing up as my heart tore apart unsure what it wants, what I want. Deep down.”No, I’m fine. Just something in my eye”. I lied. She rang up the merchandise. Escort The total. God. All my money, from my hands into Melanie’s, for all intents and purposes. It felt so right. It felt so wrong. It felt so damn thrilling.The cashier eyed me a bit. She knew that they weren’t my size. Melanie has nice size boobs, but I’m bigger, quite a bit. Melanie is also quite a bit taller than me. A bit different in the hips. The sales girl was a pro, she knew these had to be for someone else. Knowing that she knew caused me to bite my lower lip and blush beet red. Which I’m sure she also saw. I wonder if she really knew what it was about. And then I remembered what my husband had instructed me to do. I wonder why I hadn’t until now. I had blocked it out. Could I really do it? I bit my lip…and spoke up. My voice unsure, I spoke low but moved in close, so that the cashier could tell it was somewhat in confidence.”Well….” fumbling my words a bit…”…as you can see these aren’t my size. They are…a gift…for…for…my husband’s girlfriend”. I couldn’t believe I actually got the words out. My husband had insisted. I hope he will be proud of me. I hope.She didn’t know! Of course not. This is not what you encounter every day in society. She raised her hand to her lips, her eyes widening. “Oh!” is all she said. Then her head went slightly backwards and tilted, and she looked at me penetratingly…my eyes went slightly downward, as my cheeks went even more crimson than they had been previously.She smirked then, and said “Well, these are fine choices. I’m sure SHE will enjoy them”. And then a full fakey sales-girl-esque smile.I was completely mortified, I felt so small at that point. I paid, grabbed the bags and went on my way, not leaving that store, and that encounter, too soon. And…off I went. Forward and onward in this amazing chapter in my life, one I never, EVER, imagined when I met and married the wonderful man I call my husband, and Master.[I hope that some may enjoy this! Please let me know what you think? Thank you so much for taking the time to read it! ]