A Wife’s Temptation

I was five months pregnant, but not showing much. Not enough to
start with maternity clothes anyway. The problem was my husband. He
was treating me like a porcelain doll he was afraid he’d break. I
assured him that the doctor had said that sex would be okay as long as
we were careful toward the end, but he was still reluctant. Maybe
pending fatherhood had something to do with it. Who knows what men
are thinking? I had an afternoon off because a construction crew had
cut a gas line near the office where I work, so I decided to go out to
the mall and do some shopping. I though that some sexy lingerie might
arouse Jon’s libido enough to make him forget his fears about damaging

I parked in the new garage next to Lord & Taylor and glanced over
at the new construction. The mall was already huge and was adding
another 153 stores. I wondered what the traffic would be like when
they were all open for business. It was bad enough now, especially
during the holiday season. Thankfully, that was still months away.
On a hot July afternoon most people were at work, or had better things
to do, and the mall was almost empty.

Since I’d come straight from work I was dressed in one of my
conservative suits. (My company requires it’s employees to follow a
strict dress code.) This one was light gray and not as conservative
as some of my suits – the skirt was rather short and showed a good
deal of thigh when I was seated. Outwardly, the rest of my outfit was
equally conservative – white silk blouse, white stockings, black pumps
with a medium heel. Underneath it was different – I was wearing a
sexy little lace bra, matching thong panties, and a garter belt. I
hate pantyhose and rarely wear anything but thigh highs or stockings &
a garterbelt.

I was still thinking about Jon’s attitude as I strolled though the
mall. One of the things that had attracted him to me in the first
place was the fact that, at 21, I had still been a tomboy – tall,
athletic and able to hold my own with his friends whether it was touch
football, running, or drinking. And I hadn’t changed much in three
years. Well, I did get pregnant. But I’m still 5’10”, rangy and
athletic even though my weight is up near 140 pounds. My once-flat
belly is curving out a little, but the rest is pretty much the same –
long slim legs, nice tight butt, and small firm breasts. And that was
another sore point – I thought I’d get to see what it was like to be
big on top, but it hadn’t happened so far. I was still a 35b, the
only change was having my nipples darken from their former light pink
to a deeper, almost plum color.

I cruised in and out of Filene’s and a couple of other places
without seeing anything that caught my eye. I did stop in one
maternity shop but the clothes they had on display made me want to cry
and then call for the fashion police. I was walking past the fountain
in the center court when somebody bumped into me. I heard a low voice
say, “Sorry, excuse me.” I glanced around and saw a young woman smile
apologetically before hurrying on. She was young, possibly a high
school girl but more likely a college student working at the mall for
the summer. At least that’s what I assumed because she was dressed
nicely and I thought I glimpsed a name tag before she turned away.

I continued my lesiurely stroll and eventually wander into a small
shop specializing in lingerie. They survive in the mall by offering a
line of custom-made bras & girdles that are popular with older women
but they also offer a line of very sexy imports from France. I’d only
been in once or twice before because they are very pricy and the help
tends to be very agressive, something I never liked. As I entered one
of the clerks approached and asked if she could help me. She was one
of the ones I didn’t care for – agressive with a superior attitude.
Just as I was about to say, “No, thank you” and leave I caught a
glimpse of the girl who’d bumped into me by the fountain. I smiled at
the woman and said, “No, I believe that the young lady over there is
the one I was speaking with a short while ago.” The woman gave me a
dirty look, but what could she say? And it was true, the girl and I
had spoken a few minutes previously. So what if our conversation had
consisted of “sorry” and “that’s okay”.

I walked over to the girl who’d bumped me and saw from her name tag
that her name was Samantha. “Hi, Samantha, remember me?” She’d
obviously overheard my comments to the other woman because she smiled
and said, “Yes, of course. Good to see you again. What can I do for
you today?”

“Well,” I paused for a moment wondering how to tell her what I was
looking for. Finally I just plunged right in and told her what was
bothering me. “I’m pregnant and my husband seems to think I’m
breakable. I want something that will make him forget his worries.”

She glanced down at my belly and I laughed. “It’s not showing
much, it’s more the idea of my being pregnant that’s got him into this

She smiled and showed me some of the newest things from France.
Sexy little thong panties in silk, very sexy bras – some with
half-cups that leave your nipples bare, some very sheer silk teddies
and some lace body suits. She collected a selection in my size and
showed me into a spacious dressing room. A real room with a door, not
a cubicle like you find in most store. She hung everything up on
hooks and asked if I wanted her to stay and help with anything.

I glanced at her. She was a small, slim girl with a compact build.
Dark hair, lively brown eyes and a smooth olive/tan complexion. I
hesitated for a moment and then asked her to stay. I don’t know why
and I’ve thought a lot about it but I can’t come up with an answer.
It was just an impluse.

I took my jacket off and Sandy took it and hung it on a padded coat
hanger. Then I unbuttoned my skirt and slipped it off. I saw a quick
look of surprise flash across her face as she saw what I was wearing
underneath. Then she smiled and said, “If your husband could see you
now….” I blushed and thanked her as I started to unbutton my
blouse. I was starting to feel the first stirrings of excitement. I
knew it was because I was undressing in front of a stranger and I was
surprised that it excited me even though it was another woman. My
blouse was hung neatly with my suit and it was time to decide what to
try on first. I chose one of the teddies, a very sheer black on with
lace trim and slipped it on.

It looked pretty sexy on me, even if I do say so myself. Sandy
nodded when I asked her opinion. “And it will look even sexier when
you aren’t wearing anything underneath.”

I glanced in the mirror again and realized that she was right.
Then I wanted to see the full effect before I made a decision. I
removed the teddy and handed it to Sandy. When I reached back to
unhook my bra I saw her eyes widen a little and I realized I might be
embarassing her. I asked if she’d prefer to leave and she shook her
head. “No ma’am, unless you want me to leave?”

“My name is Susan and no, I don’t want you to leave.” I slipped my
bra off and handed it to her. Then I hooked my thumbs in the
waistband of my panties and eased them down over my hips and let them
fall. I hooked them with one foot and tossed them onto a nearby
chair. Then I was standing there in shoes, stockings, and garterbelt.

Sandy was hanging my bra and panties with the rest of my things.
When she turned to hand me the teddy she smiled and said, “You’re very
beautiful. I don’t see how your husband can resist you.”

I smiled. “Thanks for the compliment but you know what they say
about familiarity…. we’ve been married for three years.”

I slipped the teddy back on and it was obvious that she was right.
It looked much sexier with my breasts and pubic mound visible through
the sheer black silk. I tried on a couple of more and discovered that
it was very arousing to have Sandy there when I was virtually nude. I
couldn’t try on any of the panties because of state laws, but I tried
on the bras. I wondered what the reaction would be at work if I wore
one of the half-cup bras under a sheer silk blouse. Probably get
fired or raped. Maybe both. I was having problems with one bra that
I particularly liked and Sandy stepped in to help me adjust it. She
brushed one of my nipples with the back of her hand as she was
adjusting a strap and I felt a jolt of sheer excitement course through
me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. When I
opened them Sandy was standing there, still close, staring up at me
with a questioning look. “Are you all right?” Her voice was full of

I nodded. “Just felt lightheaded for a moment.”

She cocked her head and said, “Are you sure? You looked pretty
pale there for a minute.” Then, without waiting for my answer she
reached out and tweaked my nipple.

“Oh god! Please don’t…..” My voice trailed off as she took both
nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed them gently, pulling
down and away. I moaned as she continued to pinch and pull. My nipples
have always been extremely sensitive and being pregnant had heightened
that sensitivity trememdously. The first accidental brush of her hand
had really lit me up. Now I was lost. “Aren’t you worried that
someone might come in?” There was a quavering quality in my voice
that made her smile.

“No, not really. My mother owns the store. Besides, I slipped the
bolt closed when you weren’t looking.”

I glanced over at the door. The bolt was closed. She released my
nipples and stepped back. Bending gracefully, she grabbed the hem of
her dress and pulled it off over her head in one smooth movement. A
quick glance showed that she apparently wasn’t a customer of her
mother’s store. She was wearing a plain cotton bra and matching
panties. Hanes. And black thigh highs. Her compact body was
well-toned and her muscles moved smoothly under her tan skin as she
reached back to unhook her bra. She glanced at me as she did and
said, “I want you nude. Hurry. But put your shoes back on.” She
tossed her bra aside and I saw her breasts. Small round breasts, very
firm with hard little brown nipples. She had no tan lines.

I took off the bra I’d been trying and set it aside. Then I sat
down and kicked my shoes off. She nodded and smiled as I unfastened
my stockings. A little voice in my head was screaming, “What are you
doing???” But my nipples were still tingling and I was very wet.
Past caring. Then I was completely nude. I slipped my shoes back on
and watched her remove her thigh highs. My eyes drifted up her sleek
slim legs. No pussy hair. She was smooth and bare. Recently waxed
apparently. I slipped my shoes on.

“Stand up and walk around.” I obeyed without thinking. She
watched. “God! You’re so beautiful!” I blushed and thanked her. I
couldn’t help looking at myself in the mirror. I did look good. My
long blonde hair was still in my trademark French braid. My breasts
bounced gently as I walked. I turned so I could see my butt. Still
tight and smooth. Thighs ditto. I said a silent prayer of thanks to
the god of exercise. Between my legs – a thick patch of carefully
trimmed butterscotch colored pubic hair. How would I look waxed?
What would Jon think? Something to ponder.

“Sit.” Her soft voice interrupted my thoughts. She was pointing
at one of the chairs. “On the edge so that you are totally

I moved across the room and sat on the chair, adjusting my position
until she was satisfied. My feet were spread wide, as were my
knees, and I was totally open. My hands rested palm-down on my
thighs. Sandy walked over and sank to her knees in front of me. She
brushed my hands away and told me to clasp them behind my neck. As I
did so, she put her hands on my knees and then ran then up the tops of
my thighs. At the same time, she leaned in and put her tongue in my
navel. It was so sexy! Her hands moved up my sides and around to cup
my breasts. I whimpered when she took my now-sore nipples between
thumb and forefinger again.

She cocked her head. “No? You don’t want it?”

I closed my eyes. “Please…….”

“Please? Please what? Yes? Or no?” She squeezed gently.

“Yesssss. Please! Yesss. Oh god yes!!!” I bit my lip as she
clamped down and twisted as she pulled. Shit, it hurt! But such a
delicious pain. One that sent jolts of electricity right to my wet
pussy. She pinched harder. “Yessss. Hurt me. Please hurt me!”
Wait a minute? Was this my voice? Yes. Undoubtedly. Begging her to
hurt me. Just when I was on the edge of tolerance she eased off and
released them. Then she bent her head and I felt her kiss me on the
inside of my left thigh. Her tongue traced a trail over my thigh to
my pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed as she explored me with her
strong tongue. I love being eaten and it was so different – softer
and gentler in some ways and stronger, more insistent in others. Soft
cheeks and pursed lips, a knowing tongue. No beard burn. No ‘lets
get this done so I can fuck you’ attitude. Just a slow lesiurely
exploration by a strong, eager tongue.

After a couple of minutes she paused and said, “Put your legs over
my shoulders and rest your heels on my back. It will open you up
more.” I did as she asked and she was right. I gasped as she drove
her tongue deep into my cunt. Then she ran the tip of her finger over
my anus. I stiffened up and whispered, “Nooooo, please don’t” She
ignored me. I tried again, “Please don’t touch me there.” Again she
ignored me. I felt her finger pressing against my anus and I wiggled
to try and discourage her. She nipped my clit with sharp little
teeth. “Relax and enjoy it or I’ll bite you.” I sighed and then she
pushed her finger into my ass! Christ! It triggered the most
fantastic orgasm of my life. As I started to cum, she reached up with
her free hand and grabbed a nipple, twisting hard. I moaned and
whispered, “Oh, fuck! What are you doing to me?”

By then we’d been alone in the dressing room for about an hour but
nobody had bothered us. When I calmed down she was kneeing there with
a satisifed little smile on her face. “What are you smiling about?”

She shrugged. “Nothing, except you’re the first pregnant woman I’ve
ever had?”

“Oh and have you ‘had’ many women?” My voice was low to match

“A few. I enjoy seducing young married women.” She reached out
and picked up my feet and placed one on each of her thighs. Then she
began to massage my calves. After a couple of minutes she picked up
my left foot and began to rub it. It felt good! Real good! She
smiled as my sigh of contentment. “I can’t imagine your husband not
wanting to fuck you every night. If you were mine I’d use you hard
every night. Very hard.”

I felt a quiver of excitment pass through me at her matter-of-fact
tone. I tried to imagine how she’d ‘use me hard’. I wanted to cum
again, but it was getting late. Reluctantly I withdrew my foot from
her hand and stood up. She kissed me, rubbing her hard little tits
against mine, lifting her knee between my thighs to rub my mound. I
moaned and leaned back against the wall. She pinched my nipples and
then her hand drifted down across my belly. I closed my eyes and
whispered, “Yes, oh yes!” Her hand drifted between my legs and she
masturbated me to another delicious orgasm.

Well, to shorten the story, I wound up buying most of what I tried
on. One teddy I bought in mulitiple colors. It cost me over $350 and
I wondered if Jon would think it was worth it. Sandy handed me a slip
of paper before I left. “My ‘cell phone number,” she said. “Call me
sometime. I’m here until Labor Day and then I head back to Yale for
my sophomore year.” I had no intention of calling her and stopped at
the first trash barrel to discard the slip of paper. But then
something stopped me. I tucked it into my wallet and continued on to
my car.

That night, when Jon came home from work, I greeted him at the door
wearing one of the sheer black teddies and nothing else. I handed him
a Martini and invited him to follow me into the dining room. When I
got there I took the teddy off and bent over the dining room table,
resting my weight on my forearms. Then I glanced back at him and
tilted my head toward a tube of K-Y jelly that I’d placed on the
sideboard earlier. “Use that liberally. I want you to fuck me in the
ass. Now.” His eyes widened in surprise but he wasted no time in
removing his clothes. He was hard and I watched him lubricate his
cock. His cock’s not that big, 7″, but it is kind of thick and he
certainly knows how to use it. In no time the head of his cock was
pressing against my anus. “Pinch my nipples,” I commanded and he did.
Enthusiastically. I whimpered and begged, “Harder, pinch me harder.
And fuck me. Deep. Put it in deep. Make me beg.”

He did. I did. It was fantastic. And it has continued to be
fantastic. I still have Sandy’s number. Maybe in the fall. I’ll be
seven months in mid September.