I Took the Wife to An Adult Bookstore
I needed to drive to some out-of-town business thing, about 100 miles, on a weekend. I suggested to my wife that we could get a motel room, spend the night, and it would give us a break from the routine as both of us had been working long hours. She agreed.
So Friday night I tell her I'm going to shave her for our trip. She normally only trimmed, but on occasion I would partially shave her as foreplay. Usually try to make some design out of the landing strip patch. This time I shaved her totally bald. And I told her that in the morning she was to wear a wrap-around skirt and no panties, as I wanted quick and easy access in the car. She said "I got rid of my wrap-around ones, but I will wear a loose skirt".
"No panties!" "Got it," she said.
As she stepped out of the shower and toweled Saturday morning, I grabbed her by the hand and led her naked to the bed. "Lie down on your tummy," I instructed.
"Why?" "Because I'm putting a temporary tattoo on your ass." Which I did, then allowed her to look at it in the mirror.
She dressed. As we were about to leave the house, I made her lift her skirt and show me she had no panties on. Her bald pussy looked a little dewy. I told her to turn around so I could check the tat as well.
We stopped for breakfast. She obviously was uncomfortable out in public with no panties. I relished her discomfort. When we finished eating I told her we were now going across the street to the porn shop.
"I've had to buy all the toys up until now. You've given me practically no direction, no feedback. We're going in and you're picking out a toy for yourself."
The porn shop was run by a women's collective, and was cleaner, more positive than most. I had selected it for those reasons, but she still obviously was uncomfortable with all the displays of various sexual toys and sexy lingerie. She was clinging to me and waiting for direction. I told her to stop looking at me, and if she had questions or wanted help to talk to the sales girl. Which she finally did, and picked out a pocket rocket rabbit.
When we got back in the car, before I started the car I ran my hand under her skirt and felt. Yep, she was wet.
"I'm going to have wet spots on the skirt at this rate," she fumed. "Good," I said. And all the way there I would periodically reach over and fondle under the skirt.
We checked into the motel and couldn't get undressed fast enough. The rabbit was put to immediate use, and we spent the entire afternoon trying different things with it and talking about what a slut she was with her tat, bald pussy, and going without panties in public. I don't think I ever made it to the business engagement.
We had to buy new batteries when we got home.
So Friday night I tell her I'm going to shave her for our trip. She normally only trimmed, but on occasion I would partially shave her as foreplay. Usually try to make some design out of the landing strip patch. This time I shaved her totally bald. And I told her that in the morning she was to wear a wrap-around skirt and no panties, as I wanted quick and easy access in the car. She said "I got rid of my wrap-around ones, but I will wear a loose skirt".
"No panties!" "Got it," she said.
As she stepped out of the shower and toweled Saturday morning, I grabbed her by the hand and led her naked to the bed. "Lie down on your tummy," I instructed.
"Why?" "Because I'm putting a temporary tattoo on your ass." Which I did, then allowed her to look at it in the mirror.
She dressed. As we were about to leave the house, I made her lift her skirt and show me she had no panties on. Her bald pussy looked a little dewy. I told her to turn around so I could check the tat as well.
We stopped for breakfast. She obviously was uncomfortable out in public with no panties. I relished her discomfort. When we finished eating I told her we were now going across the street to the porn shop.
"I've had to buy all the toys up until now. You've given me practically no direction, no feedback. We're going in and you're picking out a toy for yourself."
The porn shop was run by a women's collective, and was cleaner, more positive than most. I had selected it for those reasons, but she still obviously was uncomfortable with all the displays of various sexual toys and sexy lingerie. She was clinging to me and waiting for direction. I told her to stop looking at me, and if she had questions or wanted help to talk to the sales girl. Which she finally did, and picked out a pocket rocket rabbit.
When we got back in the car, before I started the car I ran my hand under her skirt and felt. Yep, she was wet.
"I'm going to have wet spots on the skirt at this rate," she fumed. "Good," I said. And all the way there I would periodically reach over and fondle under the skirt.
We checked into the motel and couldn't get undressed fast enough. The rabbit was put to immediate use, and we spent the entire afternoon trying different things with it and talking about what a slut she was with her tat, bald pussy, and going without panties in public. I don't think I ever made it to the business engagement.
We had to buy new batteries when we got home.
80-89, M
