It was my husband's birthday that weekend and I had scratched my head for weeks trying to figure out what to get him. He has everything. We are not rich, but successful and have no kids to support, so money has never been a problem. If we wanted something we got it, no big deal. It just makes it hard to come up with gift ideas.

Jake and I are both in our earlier thirties and in good shape, no flab. The last few years though we had been having some challenges in our relationship. Sex had gotten boring for us. I had made some stabs at sexy lingerie and while it helped some it was just a different warping on the same old package.

I knew Jake had started watching pornography on his computer, he made no secret of it. I was insulted on one level, but not enough to get mad about it, figuring that he was as bored as I was and needed to find a way to relieve the building stress. Yes he jacked off to the images. Not in front of me, but I knew it anyway.

One of the side effects of Jake's computer stimulation was that he became much more oral. He wanted to use his mouth on me more often and expected me to return the favor. I played along but I stopped short of letting him finish in my mouth or on my body. I insisted on conventional sex for the finale. We argued. He would pout and I would become righteously indignant.

Don't get me wrong, I am not a prude. In fact I had once been part of an orgy back in college. I still had dreams occasionally about that night. I still have no idea how many people used me that night, and they weren't all men. I was drunk of course, but not that drunk. I had wanted to do it. Now I was a mature lady, a married woman and those days of wanton sex were behind me.

I was beginning to be concerned that Jake would take a lover, would cheat on me. He spent more time on his computer and had almost stopped even attempting to coerce me into anything other than missionary sex. I knew in my heart that we were at a crossroad and that this might be my last birthday with him if things didn't change.

Still at a quandary about his gift I looked for a card. I found a really nice one that expressed all my sentiments and my undying love in beautiful poetry. It spoke of how he filled all my needs in life and completed me as a person.

Everything seemed to be crashing down on me as I read the card. I quickly bought it and then as soon as I got home penned my gift inside of it.

"ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY, ANYTHING you want, without reservation for your birthday weekend.

COMPLETELY YOUR'S IN LOVE, Sarah"

I sealed the envelope and waited to give it to him.

At midnight on Friday night I handed him the card. I was nervous as hell and not sure how he would take my gift. He opened and read it in silence. Then looked at me and smirked.

"Yeah, right!" he said in a half groan, "as soon as I ask you to do something you will get all huffy and tell me what a pervert I am!"

"Jake," I said as soothingly as I could, "I mean it. I want to make you happy and this is my gift to you this weekend. I will do whatever you want, I promise!"

"You might say that now, but I know you will change your mind as soon as things get a little exciting," he answered in a resigned voice.

"Try me out Jake, give me a chance to make you happy!" I pleaded with him.

"Why, so we can end up in another fight?" he said, "no I think we should leave things alone. Beside you have no idea what I would ask of you."

"I think I do," I told him. Wanting to prove myself I took a big step. "Do you want me to suck your dick?"

I don't know if it was the question or the language I used but he looked at me and his face underwent a change. His eyes changed from sad and somber, to hard, then to mischievous.

"You know I think you might believe that you mean what you say, but I doubt that you are really prepared to do absolutely positively anything."

I didn't know what to say, partly because I knew he was right. I mean it sounded good, but just how much was I really prepared to surrender to this guy. I had to try, I wanted to try so I put all that out of my head and just said, "Why don't you test me?"

The grin on his face scared me a little.

"Ok, take your clothes off for me."

No big deal about that I thought as I stood up and began to strip for him. Really it was kind of exciting to be doing it and I have to admit that I was a little turned on by being so risqu�.

As I slid the last piece of clothing down my legs and stepped out of the lacy panties I looked at him and asked, "What now lover?"

"I want you to sit in that chair and play with your pussy for me," he said.

I swallowed and moved to the chair. I had done this for him before, well sort of. I had played with myself while he watched but it had always been during the heat of sex. I had never done it in cold blood like this. I opened my legs and started to run my fingers over my pussy. I am trimmed to a neat little bush. Jake had asked me to shave my pussy several times and I refused. Now I wondered if that would be one of the things I would be doing this weekend.

I slipped my fingers between my lips and was surprised to find myself wet. I started to rub my clit being careful to hold my lips apart so he could see what I was doing. This was really weird. The hungry way he watched me made me feel sexy and desirable and the brazen way my body reacted embarrassed me but rather then quelling the sexual excitement that was building it added to it. I could see that his dick was hard in his pants. That fueled me, igniting the fire in me and my skin flushed with the shame, the thrill of what I was doing.

"You're very pretty," he said, "did you now that, and very sexy."

The calm voice he used only made it worse, heightening my excitement. I slipped a finger inside myself and now used both hands on my pussy.

"Is your pussy wet my love?" he asked me.

"Yes," I mumbled back

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"If you want me too," I replied hoping that he wouldn't stop me now. I really wanted him to see me give this to him. I wanted him to see me offer myself this way.

"Who are you now?"

I wasn't sure what he was asking.

"I'm your wife, your lover," I panted out verÎ×qôar the edge of an orgasm.

"No right now you are more than that," he stated calmly, "what else are you tonight?"

"I'm yours!" I cried wanting to cum, wanting to let him see me climax.

"You're my what?" he asked pressing me for an answer. "Tell me or stop and we can go to bed and forget all about this."

"I'm your PUSSY!" I shouted. "Your WHORE, your SLUT!" I gasped out as my pussy clenched tight on my hand and waves of orgasm came over me. I shook and moaned as I came, half laughing and half crying as both hands pressed tight to my sex and I curled over in the chair.

Jake just watched me for a minute then stood and walked over to me. He took me in his arms and moved me around so I sat in his lap. He held me close and let me shiver into his strong shoulder. Finally he picked me up, something he hadn't done in years, and carried to bed. He laid me down and pulled the covers over me.

"I am going to put this card on your nightstand. If you still want to give me this gift in the morning give me the card back."

I whispered "I love you," then rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.

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I awoke just before sunrise and the first thing I noticed was that I was completely rested and felt great. The second thing was that I was nude. I don't sleep nude. Maybe every once in awhile we will fall asleep after making love, but I always woke up a little later and dressed for bed after cleaning myself up. I slid from the bed trying not to disturb Jake and wrapping myself in a robe made my silent way into the kitchen.

I started the coffee and sat at the table while it brewed. I was amazed at how early I was up and how good I felt. I wondered what, if anything, last nights adventure had to do with it. My mind replayed the scene from the night before and a little of the feelings returned. I was actually getting a little excited just sitting there thinking about the display I had put on for Jake. I shook it off and poured myself a cup of coffee.

I wandered through the house, still trying to be quiet and not wake Jake so early. As I passed his study I noticed the glare on the wall. His computer was still powered up. That wasn't like my so organized man. He always put things back, hung things up and turned things off when he was done. I walked around to the screen and moved the mouse. The screen saver disappeared and the desktop came up.

I wasn't really thinking about spying on him when I clicked his internet icon, I was just curious. I went to his history and pulled up the first site that looked like porn.

It was! The site had a member's page that needed a password, but also offered a free tour. I took it. I had never imagined that women did what these were doing. Well that's not really true, I had imagined it but only in my deepest fantasies. This was real though. Not only real but photographed and video taped for the whole world to see. I looked, I studied and then I went to the next site in his history.

I must have sat there an hour before I snapped myself out of it. What I had done last night was nothing. When Jake told me I wasn't prepared for absolutely positively anything he wasn't kidding!

I got another cup of coffee and sat back down at the table. Somehow I found my hand in my lap and my mind into the pictures I had just looked at.

Without much thinking I wandered back to our bedroom. I looked down at my sleeping husband. He had pushed the covers almost all the way off and I stared at his naked body. He had an erection, not unusual for him in the mornings. Shaking my head again to clear any thoughts in it I shucked my robe and lowered myself gently to the bed. I moved around until I could reach him with my lips and slowly covered his hard dick with my mouth. He woke up instantly, but did not move. He just laid there as I moved him deeper into my mouth. I held him for a few seconds then began to rise and fall on his shaft. Slowly I took as much as I could into my mouth then rose off of it. I repeated this over and over. My hands went to his chest and began to play with his nipples. Then one trailed over his belly and took a grip on his dick. I started to stroke him with both hand and mouth. His hands slipped into my hair and held me as my head rose and fell. Then he started to describe a rhythm with the movement of his hands tangled in my hair. I followed and the pace quickened. Both hands gripped his dick and began pumping furiously as my mouth worked on the top couple of inches of him. His back arched and his body shivered with the tension of coming climax. Then he jerked into my mouth and I felt the first blast of him hit the back of my throat. I couldn't have moved off him if I wanted to; his hands were holding me tight. I didn't want to. I felt his cum again, hot and tangy, bitter and salty. He shot so hard that I almost gagged but by opening my mouth relieved the pressure. I felt his cum run from my mouth and over my lips and onto my still moving hands. He came again and I swallowed, again and I swallowed. I thought he would never stop.

Finally he fell back to the bed and his hands raised my head from his dick. I looked at him, his eyes were closed but his face shown with bliss. I laid my head on his thigh and waited for him to say something. I don't know what I expected.

"That was good," he said at last.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it birthday boy."

"Now clean me up and we can go have some breakfast."

I started to get up for a wash cloth when his hand held me back, "With your mouth, he said quietly.

I looked at him again and saw the same question in his eyes he had asked last night. I lowered my lips to him and began to lick and suck him clean. My mouth and belly were already full of the taste of him so it didn't matter. I let him watch as I licked not only his softening dick but also my hands clean of his mess.

"There you go, good as new!" I told him as I finished.

"Better than new," he responded, "now let's go get some of that coffee I smell."

I slid off of him and stood by the bed. I took the birthday card from the nightstand and handed it to him. "You read your card while I go pour the coffee," I smiled at him.

I reached for my robe and he said, "I want you to stay naked this morning, leave the robe here.'

With a shrug of my shoulders I dropped the robe on the bed and turned to leave. Once in the living room I noticed the light coming through the front window. The curtains were wide open. Earlier it had been dark when I crossed that way, but now anyone walking or driving past could see in. I scooted along the wall going for the drawstrings.

"Leave them,." I heard from behind me and turned to see Jake standing there in the doorway. I smiled as I saw that he was erect again and I thought of his standing dick as an exclamation mark for his words. I looked at the windows then back at Jake.

"Whatever you say," I answered in my 'I hope you know what you're doing' voice.

It was still early Saturday morning but the neighborhood was beginning to wake and soon it would start to move about. The view from the street through our living room and across the kitchen bar top was clear. I scurried across the room and into the kitchen. Jake walked as if he wore a three-piece suit, unconcerned if all the neighbors, their children and pets were lined up at he glass.

I had never cooked in the nude before. I found myself being very careful as I turned bacon and flipped eggs. I didn't want a painful splatter. Jake busied himself getting the juice and setting the table. Jake was standing at he table as I turned to bring the plates over. He wasn't rigidly erect anymore, but still swollen and red. I giggled and he asked what was up.

I pointed and asked if that was his standby mode, kind of on call for immediate service. He looked down at himself and we both watched as he rose steadily to a straight hard shaft.

"Did you call?" he asked and I laughed

"Oh my! That's nice."

We sat and ate and just enjoyed being together. We chatted about anything but sex as breakfast disappeared. When we were done I removed the plate and placed them in the dishwasher then returned to sit with Jake.

"I love your card Sarah," he began, "are you sure this is what you want to give me/ Do you know what absolutely positively anything could be?"

"Oh Jake," I answered, "I have some idea. I know there are things that would freak me out and scare me to death. I know that there are things that only dark minds or souls could think up. I also know that I trust you. I trust you not to deliberately hurt me. I trust you not to do anything that we can't live with later. I love you Jake and want to do this for you this weekend."

:Jake I will do my very best to give you absolutely positively anything you want this weekend."

He looked at me with smiling and loving eyes. "Ok, first I want you to call that salon place you like. I want you to schedule an appointment for this morning to have the works done. Hair, nails, face, massage, the whole bit, but the only stipulation is that you have to start with a full wax job."

I knew that I was going to end up with a bare pussy out of this deal. He had asked several times before and wouldn't miss this chance.

"Why don't you help me here and shave me?" I asked.

"No, I want someone else to do this. I want a stranger to do it. I want you to know that she knows you are doing it to look sexy for your man. I want you to have it done first so that as you sit around in those little robes you wear in those places everyone else will know what you did for me too."

"We don't wear robes there, just wrap in towel," I mumbled.

"All the better!" he smiled.

It was already after 8AM so I called "La Femme" and scheduled my appointment for 10. I did as he asked and set the wax first and hair last. I usually enjoyed the day spa tremendously; today might be different.

"We have about an hour before you have to get ready to go, let's go watch some morning news and drink our coffee."

The TV was in the living room of course but Jake just headed in there oblivious to the open curtain. I followed much less sure of myself and trying to be as small and invisible as possible. We sat side by side on the sofa and he turned to the morning talk shows. The sofa was perpendicular to the windows so at least I wasn't facing the glass.

Jake an I are both politically active. We have the same goals, but sometimes differ as to what we think is the best way to get there. The talking heads soon had us in a lively discussion of some current event. I had almost forgotten about our nudity. Jake held his empty cup out to me, "Would you mind honey?" he asked

I looked at his cup, at him and then at the windows. Anything I had said, absolutely anything you want. Oh well I thought as I rose and headed to the kitchen. I could see out the windows as I made for the other room. There was one car drive by as I made my way to the coffee pot. I stalled a little reinforcing my nerve before I headed back to Jake.

There was a car coming again as I moved back to him. The same car? It looked the same to me but then most cars look alike to me. The chances of whoever it was happening to look this way, looking through my windows and seeing me were slim, but I was still sure that they had. Anything, I reminded myself and stood taller and walked back to him. I sat down and when I did he slipped his hand between my legs.

"A little damp there Dear."

Damn, I was. "You have that effect on me," I told him.

He didn't remove his hand and pretty soon he had me writhing in my seat. I kept glancing over my shoulder to see if anyone was driving by but I didn't make him stop.

"Time to get ready," he told me a few minutes later. God I didn't want him to stop now! I think he knew that too.

We walked back to the bedroom and he went right into my closet. There he started poking through my clothes telling me that he was going to pick out my outfit for the day. This should be fun I thought.

I sat at the vanity and worked my magic on my hair and makeup while he rummaged through my clothes. When I was done I found his selections lying on the bed. He had picked a pale pink blouse of a thin cotton material with buttons up the front. Lying next to it was a short gray skirt. The skirt was one I seldom wore because it was just a little too short to be comfortable at work.

"That was the best I could do with what you have to chose from," he told me.

I walked to the armoire and opened a draw.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting some lingerie," I replied.

"Oh no you're not, this is what you wear. If I wanted you to wear something else I would have set it out for you!"

He was still naked and once again his dick was standing straight up. He was obviously turned on by me not wearing a bra or panties.

"That blouse is pretty thin," I protested, "People will be able to see through it. I'll be almost topless in the right light."

"I know," he said calmly. "Remember APA, absolutely, positively anything!"

"APA my ass!" I mumbled as I went back to the bed and picked up the blouse. I was going to do it, I had promised anything he wanted.

The blouse wasn't as bad as I had feared. I was glad he didn't see the white one still in the cleaners bag. It was transparent it was so sheer. The only problem I saw was that my nipples stood out plainly in the thin material. The skirt was about 3 inches above my knees. That wasn't too bad, I could retain my modestly all right in it.

"Ok," Jake said, "now lets find your tallest pair of heels."

Years ago I had stopped buying anything but sensible shoes. Even my dress shoes had only 2 inch heels. Jake was a little disappointed by the limited selection but we settled and a pair of beige pumps.

He gave me a great hug and kiss and then we headed out to the car.

"You will have to practice some getting in and out of the car with that skirt," he told me.

"You're right, if I'm not careful someone will get an eye full of me," I laughed.

"You don't understand honey," he continued, "you're going to practice how to show your bare pussy, not how to hide it!"

Oh crap!

He held the car door open and asked me to get in.

"Not good," he said once I was seated. Put one leg in at a time and let the skirt ride up more he instructed.

I got out doing as he said.

"Better, but still not right," he frowned.

I tried again. This time I sat down, extended my right leg out and lifted my left foot into the car. The skirt moved high and as I open my knees I was sure he could see all the way up my legs.

"Much better, try it once more for me!"

I climbed out making sure that I scooted down so my skirt would slide up then raised my legs.

"Great! Do it right once more and we can be on our way," he promised.

"Good morning Jake," I heard. I turned to see Mr. Caldwell standing right by our driveway. He is a sweet old man, probably 80 years old and every morning he walks his English Bull Dog down our street. He is a fixture in the neighborhood.

"Hi Sarah, what's going on?" the old gent asked us.

"Hi Mr. Caldwell," Jake replied. "I forgot to open the car door for Sarah yesterday and she is making me practice how to be a gentleman this morning."

Jake can be pretty fast on his feet when the need arises.

"Looks like you are being well rewarded for your efforts," he smiled at us.

I choked! The old fart had seen the show I was putting on for Jake and was letting us know he had.

"I work better with the proper incentive!" Jake laughed back at him.

"Well you kids have a great day," he allowed and turned to go on his way.

"You too Mr. Caldwell," I said automatically.

He turned back to me and grinned. "Sarah at my age days don't get much better than this one has been so far!"

I was as red as a beet as I turned to get back into the car. Even so I gave Jake the show I knew he expected. When he climbed in he was laughing and obviously very pleased with my embarrassment. He teased me all the way to the spa, telling me to be careful I didn't give the old guy a heart attach or something.

"If you're so embarrassed why are your nipples so hard?" he asked

I looked down at myself to verify what I could already feel.

He dropped me at the spa telling me to call him when I was done. I walked in more than a little fearful of the reaction I would get to my less than ladylike dress.

I checked in with the receptionist and she didn't even give me a second look. I took my locker key and made my way to the back of the spa. I was glad to get out of my revealing clothes and into a towel that was much more acceptable in this place.

I found the waxing room and was greeted by a middle-aged black woman. "You must be Mrs. Rossi. Well climb right up here and we'll get started darling,' she piped in a high pitched voice.

I sat on the padded table and wondering what to do next.

"This must be your first time Honey," she said. "Unwrap and lay down on the table. I'll be as gentle as I can."

Feeling myself blush all over I did as I was asked. Why in the world had I ever agreed to this? Once I was prone on the table Belle got busy with her scissors trimming away all the longer hair covering me.

"We need to get down to a more manageable length," was her only comment.

I was nervous and for some reason thought that I needed to explain my presence her today. "This is my husbands birthday," I told her.

"Well he will for sure be tickled with this gift!" she laughed.

She was the epitome of professionalism and her hands were totally impersonal as she worked on me. The strangeness and the underlying potential sexuality of it was getting to me. Combined with thoughts of my husband's plans for me I was in danger of getting turned on by the manipulations of this really sweet lady.

It hurt. It burned. I know that I hollered loud enough at least one time to be heard outside the room. I was so embarrassed. Finally she was done and rubbing a salve on me. That felt good, maybe I thought a little too good right now. I couldn't stand the thought of showing Belle how my body wanted to react. I jumped up just as soon as she was done and quickly wrapped in my towel.

I made my way to the pedicure and manicure stations. I noticed that some of the woman just wrapped the towel around their waists, going topless in the salon. Some just threw the towel over their shoulders and walked about nude. Most of us tucked it around our breast to cover as much as possible.

I knew that the manicurist could see between my legs and my fresh waxing. I tried to keep the towel down but it was impossible. Finally I followed the lead of the topless set and wrapped it around my waist. That made me a little more comfortable.

Then to the massage room. The lady could have been Belle's sister. She was nice and had great strong hands that began to work my muscles in a deep rub. I was getting relaxed when she told me turn over.

Of course the towel wouldn't stay in place and now another woman was seeing my freshly modified pussy.

Relax and enjoy it I told myself without much effect.

The next stop was the hair station. I was getting highlighted and feathered. My brown curls were really in need of some professional attention. I was sitting there just enjoying the pampering when my hairdresser started to hum happy birthday. God, did everybody here know about Jake's birthday present. When I blushed she laughed and said, "Don't worry honey, I think it's great!"

By the time I was done more than four hours had passed. I called Jake and he came in to settle the bill. Of course everyone broke into a chorus of happy birthday for him and I just wanted to bury my head and hide.

I was back in my clothes, such as they were and ready to get out of there. I remembered to get in the car as Jake had shown me that morning and his whistle let me know that he had seen the results of his wish.

Once seated in the car he said, "Well let me see."

I stuck out my hand to show off my new nails.

"That's not what I meant," he laughed.

With a quick scan of the area to be sure we were alone I turned and raised my left leg to the seat. Then I pulled my skirt up to reveal his treat.

"Now that is fucking sexy!" he said.

"Yeah, well everyone in there knows this was your birthday present!" I told him, then explained the whole story. He thought it was funny as hell.

My hand had slipped to my pussy and for the first time I felt the smoothness of my new look. "Feels sexy too," I told him.

I reached over and cupped his hard dick through his pants. "If any more blood rushes to that thing you are going to have brain damage," I chided him.

"I think I already do, I think I'm crazy....about you."

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Famished," I answered without thinking of the consequences.

He pulled from the lot and a few minutes later we were parking at a at a busy diner. He reached over and started to undo a button on my blouse. I grabbed his hand.

"APA sweetheart, remember APA" he said.

I moved my hand and he undid that one and one more. Now my blouse was open to the middle of my breasts. My nipples were hard again too.

He came around the car and smiling opened my door. Like a good birthday present I got out showing all I could of myself. He was beaming with satisfaction. We entered the diner and the waitress showed us right to an open table. She gave me a sideways look that made me feel even more exposed than I was.

I knew that if I moved wrong my tits would show and under the table I was struggling to keep my skirt from riding up. Jake could see my dilemma and offered no sympathy. He just smiled that idiot smile that men get when their dicks are hard.

I expected Jake to test me, but he didn't push me at all while we ate. I assumed that he was happy just enjoying the potential exposure of the scene.

"Next stop we are going to get you some new clothes," he told me as we finished our meal.

Now that scared me. I knew that if Jake took me shopping under the current circumstances the outfit I had on would be modest compared to what he might pick out.

"What did you have in mind," I asked hoping that I could shortstop him by having something suitable at home.

"Well the first thing you need is some decent shoes. Those are about sexless! Then I think maybe a couple of blouse and a skirt or two."

I knew I was in trouble now. There is a clich� about women and the shoe store and I had a feeling that I was about to become that tale.

"You're kidding?" I asked in a pleading voice.

"Nope." He said.

"Come on Jake, are you really going to take me into a shoe store dressed like this?" I begged.

"Do you want your card back now?" he smirked.

That stopped me in my tracks. "No," I murmured, "I don't want the damn thing back."

As I stood up to leave the booth the skirt rode high and I could feel the eyes on my body. I was thinking I might end up getting used to this before the weekend was over.

Back at the car Jake held my door again and with no conscious effort I opened my legs and showed him my bare pussy as I climbed in. Mom had spent years teaching me to sit and act like a proper lady. In a couple of short hours Jake's instructions were overpowering all of that early training.

We drove across town to a large upscale mall and he found a parking place reasonably close to the entrance. This time as I moved my leg out of the car Jake reached down with his hand and slid it up my thigh to touch my pussy. His hand felt so good on my leg and when he touched me my body tingled.

"That feels so good!" Jake said and I thought you have no idea.

He leaned down and kisses me as his hand continued to tease me, touching my clit. I was shivering now and my tongue was probing into his mouth while his hand played. He broke the kiss and we headed into the mall.

We walked through the mall looking in windows and at the people. I was still very uncomfortable in my ridiculous outfit but I also knew it would not get any better soon. Looking around at the comical and often revealing clothing worn by many of the other girls in the mall I felt a little less out of place.

Finally Jake turned me into a shoe store. The display window was full of high heels and boot, not the running shoes and practical flats shown at all the others we had passed. I walked next to him to the shelves of heels and we started to look them over.

"Nothing less than 4 inches," he told me. That didn't lessen the selection much because half of the wall was covered with long skinny heels. There were two sales people in the store, a guy and a gal. Of course the guy came over to us and asked to help.

"Give us a minute to look around," Jake told him. We continued and Jake pointed out several pairs that he liked. I settled on a pair of neutral beige sandals with ankle straps and thin heels.

"Are you ready?" Jake asked.

"No!" I told him, "but that's not going to stop you is it?"

"APA my dear, remember it was your idea!" He brushed the back of a finger over my distended nipple and an electric shock ran through me.

"I think you might want this too," he smiled at me.

He walked to the salesman and handed him the sample asking for it in my size 6 1/2. When the man started away Jake stopped him and asked for some thigh high stockings. The guy pointed to a rack and Jake wandered to it. He came back to me with a pair of black thigh highs and told me I needed stocking on to try on shoes.

I looked at him and whispered, "You pervert!"

"Yeah and you are going to learn to love it too!"

I took the package and tore it open as I found a place to sit. I kicked off my little short heels and unfolded the stockings. They felt smooth and sexy in my hands.

Ok you son-of-a-bitch I thought you want to see my pussy take a look. I raised one foot to the fitting stool and let my skirt ride high as I slid the stocking over the leg. I let my legs fall open farther as I smoothed the stocking out. I put that leg down and raised the other. My pussy was wide open to his eyes in a public store.

Jake leaned over me and whispered, "I'm not sure but it looks to me like your pussy is wet."

I grabbed his head in my hand and pulled him closer. "Yes, God damn it, it is," I Whispered back with a touch of anger in my voice. "Now go away and leave me alone. Just stand back there and watch your wife act like a slut!"

Just then the salesman walked back in. As he approached I could see him checking out my legs. My skirt had slid up to the bottom of the lace at the top of the stocking and there was a lot of leg to see. He stood next to me and offered the open shoebox. I picked the shoes from it and set them on the floor. Here goes I said to myself as I slipped one foot into a shoe, then the next. I kept my feet flat on the floor, my thighs tight on the seat. The heels tightened my calves and raise my knees higher. The back of my skirt was off the edge of the chair, hanging loose and open under me. The shoes had ankle straps.

I glanced at the name badge on the guy's jacket. "Sammy I just had my nails done." I waved my new French tips between us." Would you be a sweetheart and fasten the straps for me?"

"Sure," he said quickly as he dropped to one knee next to my left leg.

He reached around my ankle and started to fasten the strap. I turned my foot to him and moved it his way a little, to make it easier for him to reach the tiny buckle. I don't know if he could see my pussy from there, but he surely could see a lot of the inner thigh of my right leg. When he finished that one I crossed the left foot under my other leg, slid forward in the chair and extended the right leg. Moving and turning in the chair had caused my skirt to slide farther up and now the lace tops of the stockings and a bit of bare flesh were showing. He was staring right into my freshly waxed pussy.

He couldn't seem to get the buckle done and finally had to say something. "Excuse me, I seem to have gotten fumble fingered all of a sudden!"

"Well Sammy," I said, "you might try looking at what you are doing, that might help."

He finished hooking me up and I rose to my feet as he remained kneeling in front of me. His face was now only inches from what he had been looking at.

I walked around the room taking a few steps to adjust to the new high heel. They were comfortable and I could feel the way they drew my legs tight and added sway to my butt. I took a couple of turns with both men following me with their eyes.

"These are nice, I think I'll take them."

Jake had picked up another pair of shoes while this was going on and now asked Sammy if he had them in my size in red and black. Sammy assured him they did and went to get them for us. I sat back down. My heart was running a million miles an hour and my entire body was flushed. Jake leaned over me and told me he loved me.

"Do you want me to fuck him?" I asked

"Not today,' was his reply.

I had to poke at him a little, "Do you realize the size of the bulge in the front of your pants?" I was thinking I would embarrass him.

"You like?' was all he said.

Sammy came back with the new selections and knelt to help me off with the old and on with the new. Of course he stared up my skirt the whole time, and of course I let him.

While he was focused on the shoes I undid two more buttons on my blouse. When he leaned back, shoe now in place I bent over to check it out. The blouse billowed open and my breasts came into view. My nipples were rigid testimony to my excitement.

I walked in each pair, swishing my skirt and ass as I put on the show for the boys. "I'll take these too," I commented. Jake wasn't about to argue about cost today.

Sammy had been pretty quiet up until now. He cleared his throat a couple of times then came out with it.

"No one is going to believe this when I tell them," he said.

"You mean you're going to tell all your friends about me?" I asked with false shock.

"Well hell yes I am!" he said honestly. "Look I've got a camera phone and well, if you know, you'd let me take a picture they would have to believe me then. I'll give you a free pair of shoes if you'll do it.

I didn't say anything for a minute, then looked at Jake. He nodded. I turned to Sammy and said, "If you don't include the face I guess it will be ok."

"That would be great!" he almost shouted.

I knew Jake's evil little mind had been working when he cut in, "Hey, Sammy can you email a picture with that phone?"

"Yeah sure I can."

"Well look I'll do one better for you. She is going to wear the first pair out of here. You help her fit them back on and I'll take a picture of that for you."

I thought he would pop right then. He handed Jake the camera and showed him how to use it then grabbed the shoes and knelt down by me again. A couple if minutes later I had the new shoes on and he had the picture, well really several pictures of himself and my bare pussy.

"Send them to pixiegirl at hotmail for us," Jake told him.

When we checked out the salesgirl was standing stiffly behind the counter glaring at us all.

Outside the store I started to shake. Jake was laughing again. I hadn't heard him laugh so much since we were married. Guess that tells me something, huh.

Somehow walking through the mall in my four inch heels changed not only my strut, but my attitude. Of course spending the last half hour showing my pussy to a stranger might have been part of it too.

We spent the next couple of hours shopping. We got a little gray and black skirt that reached to mid-thigh, maybe. We got a white pleated skirt that was a bit longer but that flared out wide with every turn. A short denim skirt finished the lower half off. I tried on blouse of every type except modest. I fitted cover-ups and little jackets, all sans blouse of course.

Jake insisted that I try everything on and model for him. Some of the times when I came out of the dressing room I had to find him in the store. He was always standing near other people when I did. One crochet cover up actually allowed a nipple to stick through the weave, fortunately he was still near the dressing room when I tried that on.

The strangest purchase he made that day was a plain white men's t shirt.

I left with several packages of clothing and nothing that I would even consider wearing to Mom's house.

As I sat back in the car Jake's hand again slipped up my legs. "Still wet I see,"

"Yes and you better get me home soon you ass!"

I wasn't really mad at him, I was mad at the way my own body was betraying me to him and his games.

Jake led me to the bedroom as soon as we got home. He laid me back on the bed and slid my skirt up my legs then lowered his face to me. I wanted to push him away because I didn't want him to see how wet I really was, but I couldn't, I needed him too much right then. When his mouth covered me I moaned loudly and moved to him, pressing against his mouth, his lips. When his tongue touch me I was overwhelmed. I had felt his hands on my bare skin, but the feel of his mouth was sensational. It was like being eaten for the first time.

He probed at me, parting my lips with his tongue, then flicking against my flaming clit. He sucked and nibbled, he licked and kissed. Every touch was exciting, was fire. I was out of control as he made love to my pussy. His hands reached to my breasts and forced the shirt up so he could reach the bare skin of my breasts, he lightly pinched a nipple as he pushed his tongue into me and I exploded in shaking, shattering, body wrenching orgasm. I held his head tight to me and he rode out wave after wave of my satisfaction.

He rose when I was done. I could hear him removing his clothes but was too far-gone to open my eyes and watch. Then I felt the bed move with his weight. I felt him lower between my legs and his hard hot dick press against me.

I thought I couldn't take any more. I was wrong. He slipped in easily and as he did my body again responded. Almost immediately I was back to the edge of orgasm. He strokes were long and firm, full length plunges. Out slowly, in fast in one move. God I was going wild as he plowed in and out of me. My pussy was soaking wet and I felt the fluid run down my thigh. I could hear the squishing noise with each stroke of him. I could feel every inch as it moved in and out. I was panting, whimpering and shoving up to meet his every thrust.

When I felt him cum I exploded. It was incredible. Even in my orgasm I could feel his cum fill me and then run out to trickle over the crack of my ass. I could feel his dick vibrate with each shivering pulse of him. I could feel my pussy contract and lock onto him and try to drag him deeper.

We slept.

We napped for several hours. It had been only about six when we had gotten home and about ten when I woke to the soft kisses he placed on my breasts and belly. I held him and cuddled for a few minutes then he stirred.

"Ok sleepy head time to get up and play!"

Oh my god what else can we do today I thought. I made for the bathroom and took care of business. When I walked back to the bed there were several pictures fanned out on the covers. I saw at once that they were the ones Jake had taken for Sammy. He had logged onto my email as I slept and printed them out.

The first one showed me as Sammy fitted a shoe to my foot. My legs were parted just enough that you could see my bare pussy under the edge of my skirt. The second showed my other leg being tended to as Sammy held my calf and slipped a shoe on. This time my knee was raised, the skirt had fallen back and I was clearly in view. The third was much the same, but focused more on my chest showing the mostly open blouse and the curve of my breasts. My pussy was still in the frame, as was Sammy's happy face. The last picture made me suck in my breath and my heart stop. It was me again of course, but this time showing my face.

It was my face but it was not me. I had never seen this woman before. Her face, neck and upper chest were bright with high color, her lips were parted and her tongue protruded slightly as if she were about to lick her lips. Her glazed and unfocused eyes were looking down at the man between her legs as her curly hair hung over her shoulders. It was a face of pure unmitigated lust, a face of sexual need and abandon. It couldn't be me. I had to reach out and support myself against the bed as I stared unbelieving at the photo.

"Really something isn't it?" Jake asked.

We showered together, teasing. Then he had me find the new denim skirt for him. He had me try it on and asked me to sit on the end of the bed for him. He looked from all angles as he appraised the skirt. Finally he asked me to stand.

He pressed against the front of the skirt until he touched my pussy. Then he used his hands to measure. About half way between my pussy and the hem he used a magic marker to dot a line. He had me take it off and give it to him.

Carefully he measured around the skirt, keeping an even distance from the hem. Taking a pair of scissors from the night table he cut the hem, shortening the already mini skirt by several inches. He left the room and returned with the wire brush we use to clean the grill. Quickly he brushed the new hem of the skirt giving it a frayed looked. Once satisfied with his efforts he handed it back to me.

The skirt now fell to only about an inch and a half, maybe two below my pussy. This was a low rider skirt and there was no room to tug it down without pulling it off my hips.

"Slip your new red heels on honey and then walk over by the dresser for me." He instructed.

I did as asked and once I was there he told me to turn away from him and bend over at the waist.

"Right there," he said when I had bent only a couple of inches, "there is where your ass starts to show, just a little more and your pussy will show too."

The only way not to show my ass in this skirt was to stand almost perfectly straight.

Next he had me get the t shirt he had bought and slip it on.

"This could use a little adjustment too," he said

He followed much the same procedure. This time he marked the shirt from my left shoulder just outside the collar, across my chest and over the curve of my right breast. Then he marked around the side and back. He had me take it off and hand it back to him.

Out came the scissors again and he trimmed the shirt along his dotted line. He laid the thing flat on my vanity and cut it across the midriff.

While he worked I sat down. Standing there topless in that tiny skirt and heels was making me feel too uncomfortable, too on display. When I sat the skirt pulled up and the bare cheeks of my butt touched the chair. The front of the fabric was at the top of my thighs and my pussy was visible even to me. There was no way to sit in this thing. When I stood back up the skirt did not fall all the way back down, the tightness around my hips keeping it above my sex until I pulled it lower.

Jake handed me the shirt and said, "You don't want to stretch it when you put it on."

I worked into it. The left shoulder fit almost normally, but from there it draped over my chest diagonally and lay across the top of my right breast and under my arm. My right side was bare to the middle of my breast. The bottom of the shirt ended a few inched below my breasts and left a lot of bare skin between it and the low riding skirt.

Jake admired his workmanship and had me do a models turn for him. I had learned enough today to know that he did not do this for me to wear around the house. He had other plans and they would involve taking me out.

He put on some shorts and a pull over, grabbed his wallet and turned to me saying, "You know, I think we need some juice for breakfast."

"Jake," I told him, "there's juice in the refrigerator."

"Yeah, I know, but I want fresh."

He took my hand and led me to the car. This time I had no problem at all getting in the car as he likes. Sitting there half of my butt was bare against the seat covers and my pussy was in plain sight for anyone looking in the window. Jake drove several miles from home and during the ride kept looking over at me and telling me how fucking sexy I looked and how pretty I was. At last he pulled into the parking lot of an all night quick stop store. One man came out as we pulled in and I didn't see anyone else in there but the clerk.

"Here's the rules lover," he told me. "You can't adjust anything once you're in the store, you can't hold anything with your hands, pull anything up or down or use anything to hide behind. What happens is up to gravity and good luck."

He was smiling like an idiot and I had never seen him so excited about anything we had done. He looked like a kid with a new toy.

My remnant of a shirt hung on bravely across my breast and so far had not slipped any. Of course I hadn't done anything yet either. My hope was that my nipples would anchor it in place. I had never seen them stick out so far and maybe they would keep the soft cotton cloth from moving.

"Can I straighten my skirt when I get out of the car?" I asked knowing it would be way above legal when I stood up.

"Of course, just not once we're in the store, ok?'

"It's your birthday," I answered.

We left the car and I smoothed down what little skirt I had. I was afraid to disturb the shirt. We walked in. The clerk gave me a double take. I know I was blushing and I held Jake's hand tightly. We crossed the front of the store and just past the register Jake turned to me.

"Honey," he said handing me ten bucks, "would you get the juice while I look at these magazines?" He let my hand go and gave me a big smile.

I turned to walk down the isle.

"Oh, by the way would you grab me a candy bar too, a payday?"

Jake seldom eats candy and I had never seen him eat a payday bar. I was puzzled, but shouldn't have been, knowing him. I turned down the candy isle. Like all these little stores the candy isle ran directly away from the register so the clerk could watch the kids steeling sweet treats.

I could feel Jake and the clerk watching me as I walked across the store. My red four inch heels made me sway sexily in my obscenely short butchered skirt and tattered shirt. Did I look like and escapee from a Halloween party, a slut? Did I look hot and sexy? My heart quickened as I felt the shirt move a fraction as my breasts swayed free under it.

I was looking for the candy, running my eyes over the rows of offering. There it was, of course on the bottom shelf. I knew that Jake had seen that as we came in, that's why he asked for a bar he doesn't even like.

Jake had moved enough that he could still see me, and the clerk had an unobstructed view. I squatted down with my back to the register. Fooled you Jake, I thought, as long as I don't face the guy he won't get to see much. When I stood back up I knew that Jake hadn't planned on me facing the clerk, he had just used the snug fit of the skirt to overcome gravity.

I had taken only two stops when I knew what he had done. I could feel the frayed hem of the denim touching the cheeks of my ass. I let out a gasp as the rush of shame, anger and excitement hit me. I heard a choking laugh from Jake around the corner of the isle.

My hands went to my skirt to pull it down. I was out of sight of Jake now and he would never know that it didn't work it's own way lower. I stopped my hands. He may not be watching but I would know that I had broken my promise to him. I resumed my walk to the frozen foods and made sure that my ass swayed even more as I stepped along in my heels.

At the freezer I stopped to catch my breath. I just stood and felt my heart beating like mad in my chest. When I opened the freezer door the cold air hit me and felt so good on my hot body. I knew that with the curved mirrors the clerk could still see me, and maybe Jake could too. I also knew that as soon as I left the surveillance videotape would be changed and this one become a souvenir. I looked down at myself. The shirt had lost about half the ground to my nipple, but that seemed to be growing, rising to the job of saving my dignity. I could feel both of my nipples, they ached, they demanded touch. I wanted to but knew that if I touched them now I might not stop. I was breathing harder and my chest rose and fell with each intake.

I turned and headed back to the counter.

I tried to keep the swing of my breasts to a minimum as I walked, hoping the shirt would hang on a few more minutes. Where the guy had a clear view of my ass cheeks as I walked away from him now he was looking at my front. I didn't know for sure how high the hem was now, but I suspected he could see the lower edge of my pussy. His eyes were confirmation.

I walked directly to him until the counter blocked his view of my lower body. Now he focused on the two points leading my breasts. My exposed chest was red from the fever of shame and excitement in me. I carefully placed my items on the counter trying not to disturb the shirt that now just barely covered my right nipple.

I handed him the ten-dollar bill as he rung up my sale. He put my things in a plastic bag and I took it in my left hand anxious to be going. When he held out my change I reached with my right hand to get it and felt the shirt begin to slide. I trapped it with my upper arm, stopping the inevitable. Now I couldn't reach the offered change having one hand full of bag and one holding my modesty.

I glanced at Jake who was watching every move we made with rapt interest. Mentally I shrugged saying ah fuck to myself and reached out for the change. The movement of my arm actually pushed the shirt forward and it dove over the edge committing suicide on my modestly. It dropped below my breast and lay across my chest like a bandoleer. I felt the cool air conditioning waif across my bare nipple and shivered.

"Oh my!" the guy said.

I took my change from his frozen hand.

"Nice!"

"Thank you," I told him. Whether I was thanking him for the service or the compliment on my bare tit I didn't know.

I felt Jake's hand on my bare shoulder, "You done here?"

I couldn't help it, I looked at the clerk and said "Yeah, I'm done!"

We walked out to the car and still keeping to Jake's rules I didn't rearrange anything. Just as we walked around the car for him to hold my door another car drove in and a lone man got out. My bottom was hidden by the car, but he stared at my naked breast until I sat. Inside he went right to the clerk and animatedly pointed at us, at me. The clerk was nodding and gesturing at the isle and the counter in front of him all the time with a grin on his face.

I turned to Jake once he was in his seat. "Jake," I moaned to him, "feel my pussy."

He reached over the console and placed his hand on my exposed sex. "Fuck, you're soaking wet! He said in a low voice.

"I know," I moaned again in a breathless voice. My heart was beating rapidly and my breaths were short and fast. My body was trembling all over.

"Drive around the side of the building," I told him.

He raised an eyebrow in question.

"I want to suck your cock and I want to do it right now, so move!"

He threw the car into gear and backed in a circle around the end of the store. It no sooner stopped than I was out of the car and moving to his door.

"Get out and lean back on the car!" I told him, I was in charge now.

The car was between us and the side street of the corner lot; the building was at our backs. Still anyone looking around the side of the store would be able to see us. Good.

As soon as his back hit the side of the car I squatted down on my heels with my knees open and pussy in the night air. I jerked his shorts down his legs. His cock stood free. Longer, fatter than I had ever seen he was right in front of my face. I reached out and took him in my hands. He was leaking. Carefully I covered his head with my lips and used my tongue to wipe him. I backed off his hard monster and looked up at him.

"Jake you left your computer on last night." I pumped his shaft once.

"Oh?' he said.

"I looked in it for a long time," I punctuated the sentence by taking him in my mouth.

He shook and asked, "What did you see you naughty girl?"

I moved my mouth off him, "I saw lots of pictures of girls giving head, sucking cocks. Some of them sucking two or three at once."

I took him back in my mouth and slid as far down him as I could. He leaked more.

"Oh God that feels so good Sarah!" he groaned. "Did you like what you saw?"

"Look at my pussy," I told him. "I'm going to fuck myself." I reached my bare pussy and slipped my middle finger right in. It slid in place with no resistance and I curled it around to touch that magic spot.

"Oh shit!" Jake said.

"Oh fuck!" I answered.

"It was nasty and sluttish," I answered his question. "Especially when they let the men cum all over their faces." I took his cock back into my mouth for a couple of swallows.

He just moaned again.

"You saved those pictures, you must like them?" I asked him.

"Oh god," was all he could manage.

He was watching me slide two fingers in and out of my pussy now and watched my mouth slowly slip over his hard cock.

"Jake," I went on, "I want to feel you fuck my mouth. I want you to use me like a fucking whore! But I don't want you to cum in my mouth. When you're ready I want you to cum allover me as hard and as much as you can!"

My hand was soaked, my thighs wet as I took him back into my mouth. He began to pump into me. His hand grabbed my hair and held me tight as his cock rammed in and out of my mouth. He voiced obscenities with each stroke calling me a slut, a whore and a cocksucker.

My hand in my pussy matched his rhythm and I could feel my climax coming fast. I worked on his dick with a frenzy, taking as much as I could, then some more of him into me. My hands flew on his shaft and in my pussy. I slurped and swallowed his pre-cum.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a car pass as Jake's hands pulled harder in my hair forcing me to take even more of his throbbing cock. Then I felt his thrusts suddenly slow. My body was shaking and my orgasm was near as he stopped. Quickly he pulled from my mouth and used his hand in my hair to hold my head back a little.

I was staring at the head of his cock six inched in front of me. I moved my now free hand to my breasts and pinched my nipple. I was watching, waiting as my orgasm started to take me and my body vibrated.

It happened so fast I didn't see it. I felt the first blast of his cum hit my face just beside my nose and above my lips. I felt it just start to run over my open lips as my climax hit hard and my pussy clenched my hand tight. The second burst hit me then right at the bottom of my nose this time and splattered into my mouth, onto my chin and across my chest.

I was lost in my own cum by now, only feeling the heat of his cum, the incredibly sexy slide of it over my face and the taste of the drops that found my mouth.

The next hit my bare breasts and the feeling of him cumming over my body pushed me farther into my orgasm.

I cried out loudly as the cum hit me again, this time on the shirt to soak in and light a fire in my soul . I could feel every trickling trail of it as it moved over my body. I could feel the heat, smell the sex, taste the overpowering satisfaction of my man.

I collapsed against his legs and wrapped my arms around him as I buried my head in his groin. I was shaking too hard to stand, to overwhelmed to think.

Seconds later, hours later? I don't know. Jake lifted me to my feet and hugged me before walking me back to my seat in the car. I made no attempt to cover up, no move to clean up. I kept one hand firmly pressed between my legs as I felt the cum drying on my body.

"Did you know a car stopped to watch you?" he commented.

I didn't answer, but I thought, good.

At home Jake led me to the bed and I flopped down, totally spent. I didn't undress, didn't shower, didn't speak. The last words I heard before falling to sleep were Jake's.

"This is only Saturday, we still have tomorrow to celebrate my birthday!"

Oh God, one more day of this and I will die, or turn into a nymphomaniac.