TITLE    : Mary Turns 42 Ch. 02
STORYID  : mary-turns-42-ch-02_2006
SUMMARY  : Mary goes shopping with Lance and tries out fitting rooms.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2006-09-07
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |public|bent over|smeared|cum|


<i>This story is obviously the second part of Mary Turns 42. To get a better understanding of why my lover, Mary, is getting sexual presents for her birthday, I suggest you read back through "Two Twenties for Mary's 40th Birthday" and "Mary's 41st Bday GangBang". More in this series to cum.



All comments and votes appreciated. Enjoy!!</i>



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Mary took me by the hand and led me toward the mall while Lance, in accordance with his station for the day, followed us one step behind and to the right of Mary. I smiled at the thought that at least his positioning allowed him to enjoy the sight of her delicious ass as it wiggled while she walked.



We spent the first hour walking through various clothing stores to look at dresses, skirts, blouses, jeans, slacks and sweaters for my lover. Another one of our unwritten rules is such a shopping trip. No matter what she found that she liked, whether I liked it or not, I'd buy it for her &#x2013; up to $500. By the time we'd finished the first hour she'd only spent about $200 and had purchased a very sheet blue/white summer dress that reached to her mid-thigh and was very low cut both front and back. She wouldn't be able to wear a bra with it and I was fairly certain that she'd never wear underwear with it either. The thought excited me. She had also bought an angora sweater that fit her perfectly. When the air-conditioning kicked on in the dressing room while she was trying it on her nipples got erect from the cold breeze and they were plainly obvious through the soft sweater. I wanted to tweak them to help them stay hard and to give her a small burst of pleasure, but I refrained.



At one of the fancier stores where fitting rooms were private, Mary had Lance accompany her in, carrying all of her potential purchases. He was carrying three pair of slacks, two sweaters, one blouse, and a matching thong/bra set. With a twinkle in her eye she told me, "Go get a cup of coffee. This is going to take awhile so I can mix and match and see what I like."



I gave her a light peck on the cheek as I said, "Okay," and walked away. I knew Lance was going to either have some fun in the fitting room or come out with the worst case of blue balls he'd had in some time. I went a couple stores down in the mall and got a couple of coffee and a Danish and watched the other shoppers walking by. To help pass the time I tried to count how many women walked by that I'd actually fuck and I'd gotten up to about eleven when Mary and Lance came walking along. Mary hadn't changed any of her clothes that I could see, but I was sure she'd tried on everything Lance had carried into the fitting room.



When she came over to give me a kiss hello I thought I smelled the faint odor of semen on her breath, but a closer look showed some shiny spots on her neck and down the front of her chest. Seeing them I looked up at her eyes and arched an eyebrow in question. She only smiled one of her best devilish grins and gave me another kiss. Lance stood by impassively as if he had spent his entire adult life as a butler, valet, etc.



"So, where do we go from here?" I asked with a big smile of my own.



"Victoria's Secret," Mary answered. "I've got about $250 left to spend." Doing the math in my head I realized that she hadn't bought much at the last store... but she'd certainly spent the time well in the fitting room. (The next day when Lance wasn't around she told me that he had very professionally NOT made any advances on her while she tried on everything including the bra and thong set. When she was standing there naked and saw how hard he was &#x2013; judging from the bulge in his pants &#x2013; she flat out asked him if he was horny and needed to cum. When he said, "Yes," she dropped to her knees and sucked / stroked him until he had cum all over her neck and chest. Instead of wiping it off, she had rubbed it in and that was the shiny spots I'd seen / odor I'd smelled when they showed up at the coffee shop.)



With the remainder of my coffee in one hand, and holding Mary's hand with my other, we walked over to Victoria's Secret. Lance followed along carrying the bags. At the store I noticed that the two ladies working were both women who recognized us and one of them immediately came over to greet us. We never failed to spend less than a couple hundred dollars every time we went in there and the ladies were eager to assist us in our spending. They both also knew that we enjoyed playing while we were there and they'd probably get a pretty good show while Mary shopped. It was the first time we'd ever brought anyone else along though, so Lance got a few questioning looks. He stood by stoically and didn't even blink much.



"What are you looking for today?" one of the sales clerks asked. She looked to be in her late-20s, had natural red hair and a decent body. She was a little skinny for my taste, but she had a healthy set of boobs, nice hips and good legs. She was about five and a half feet tall and needed the heels she had on to get close to Mary's flat-footed height.



Greeting her warmly, Mary answered her question. "I'm looking for a few night things I can wear to tease my lover into near insanity before I help him with his difficulties." She giggled and the sales clerk matched the giggle before Mary continued. "I'm also looking for something that will accentuate my legs, hips, waist and bust in a barely covered way while I serve my lover on occasion." If the sales clerk thought that there was anything kinky or untoward about a woman "serving" her lover, she never indicated it. Instead she stood for a few moments looking thoughtful and then took Mary by the hand to guide her over to a particular rack.



Lance and I stood idly by and watched as Mary and the clerk sorted through several suggestions that were made, discussing color, sizes, and how Mary's deep tan would mix / match with the different shades of satin and lace that seemed to be what everything was made of. After about fifteen minutes Mary had picked out several outfits &#x2013; with the clerk's heavy input on how things would fit and what would or wouldn't be exposed.



With her outfits in hand, Mary walked over to Lance, told him that I'd watch the bags, so he could accompany her into the fitting area to try on her selections... that she wanted his opinion on how some of them fit. "Yes, ma'am," was all he said as he set all the packages down and followed her over to the fitting area.



While Mary and Lance when into the fitting room space, the redheaded clerk came over to me with a big smile. "I always enjoy it when you come in to shop," she said. "Mary is always so friendly, so energetic and so open about what she's looking for." She stopped for a second as if to consider what she wanted to say next. "One of the perks of this job is meeting people who have an open attitude about sex and getting to see some of the sexier women as they shop and try on different outfits."



"Well," I said carefully, "Mary wasn't always this open. She had to learn how to be confident in her appearance, her sexiness, and her sexuality." Right then a moan came rolling out of the fitting room &#x2013; and it was obviously a female moan of sexual pleasure.



"She seems to have come a long way," the clerk said with a smile. "After all, she's not even in the fitting room with you, but with your butler." She said it as if I might be upset that Mary was enjoying Lance.



I chuckled. "Actually," I told her, "He's not our butler. He's her birthday present." I watched as the clerk's eyes opened wide and then a huge smile grew across her face.



"I think you should be congratulated too, then," she said. "After all, Mary's not the one with an open sexual attitude."



I said, "Thank you. It's a tradition we've developed. For our birthdays we like to give each other gifts that center around sexual pleasure, and we're secure enough in our relationship to not worry about it." I paused for a moment myself to consider what I should or shouldn't tell this young woman. As I took the breath I quickly reassessed her physically and realized that she might be a lot of fun. "Last year for Mary's birthday I gave her a gangbang."



Her mouth fell open. "A what?" Another moan came from the fitting room and the clerk looked that way for a second before looking back at me to get clarification on what I'd said.



"A gangbang," I repeated. "You know... sex with more than one guy?" I looked at her and saw the reality dawning on her. "Last year Mary's present was a night spent with twelve guys."



"Twelve!?" the clerk almost shouted in surprise. And then, realizing how loud she'd been, she looked around and immediately said it more quietly, "Twelve?"



"Twelve," I said. "We have the videotape if you'd like to come over and see it sometime," I offered.



"You'd show it to me?" she asked incredulously. The moans were freely flowing out of the fitting room at that point and if we listened carefully we could hear the sounds of flesh slapping together in a nice steady rhythm.



"That would be up to Mary," I answered her. "But if she's up to having you over as a dinner guest, I'm sure we would all enjoy watching it. She's quite proud of how sexually capable she is."



"I guess so," the clerk said, glancing toward the fitting room and then back at me. "I've had fantasies about two guys at the same time, but twelve? No way..."



I realized that I didn't even know the clerk's name. Extending my hand I said, "I'm Wolf, by the way." She stuck her hand out to shake mine and said...



"I'm Terry. Nice to meet you."



"Well, Terry," I said, "When Mary comes out we'll have to talk to her about the possibility of having you over for dinner."



"That'd be great," she smiled. Almost precisely at that moment Lance came out of the fitting area with Mary following along behind him. She was wearing the same clothes she'd had on when she went in &#x2013; the clothes she been wearing since we'd left home &#x2013; but she had a glazed look in her eyes that told me she'd just enjoyed a good orgasm or three. Lance looked as calm as ever and his clothes were impeccable as always. Not a wrinkle to be seen. But the bulge in his pants was noticeably lessened.



When Mary got over to where Terry and I were standing I introduced them. "Sweety," I said to Mary, "this is Terry. Terry, Mary."



They shook hands and exchanged words of "pleased to meet you."



I continued. "I was just talking with Terry about our life together and the discussion ended up about your last birthday." As I watched, a light blush filled across Mary's cheeks, neck and upper chest as she thought about what I could have told Terry. "Terry's envious of our lifestyle and would love to come see the video some evening. I thought we might invite her for dinner if that's okay with you?"



Mary looked at me, and then Terry, and then back at me. "I think that'd be great, lover," she answered me. "Maybe one evening next week?" I immediately read her mind. She didn't want Terry intruding on our weekend celebration of her birthday. I was good with that.



"Sounds fantastic," I said with a smile. And then, turning to Terry, I said, "When we check out we'll make sure you have our phone number and we can touch base about a night next week if that's okay with you?"



It was then that I noticed Terry was blushing too. "That sounds fantastic, as did some other things" she said with a big grin, looking at Mary. "I'll make sure you have my cell phone number so you can follow up with me if I forget to call." I knew what she meant. She meant in case she didn't have the nerve to call and follow up.



Looking back to Mary I asked, "So, did you find anything you like?" It was a loaded question if ever there was one.



She nodded enthusiastically. "Several things actually," she said. "Lance helped me pick out which of the nighties I looked best in and he even selected which bra and panty set I'd wear for you later this evening." In my mind I knew what that meant. She'd been naked a number of times in the fitting room and Lance had helped her on and off with various pieces of lingerie. With Terry standing there listening, Mary answered my unspoken question. "In fact, Lance got so excited about one of the outfits that I had to give him some relief before we came out."



Terry's mouth fell open slightly. Even though we'd heard what was obviously a sexual liaison going on the fitting room, she couldn't believe that Mary was being so open about it. Lance's face never changed. I said, "Well, I hope you treated him well given how professional and efficient he's been today." I tried to keep a straight face but the idea of my lover having been bent over in the fitting room was setting off fireworks in my brain.



To Terry's further astonishment, Mary said, "Oh, I did. I've never felt a guy cum so hard inside me in my life." Again, Lance's face never changed.



"Oh, my God," I heard Terry murmur. She looked at Mary and asked, "You mean you guys just fucked in the fitting room?" As if it was a surprise. We both had heard it, but she couldn't believe Mary was just so openly admitting it &#x2013; and in front of me no less. Terry was having a hard time comprehending how open our sex life was.



"Oh, my dear, yes," chuckled Mary. "It's not the first time I've gotten fucked in that fitting room." Terry's face held a look of astonishment. That's when I noticed that the other clerk had wandered over and could hear our conversation. Mary continued, "And I certainly hope it's not the last!"



When Terry had gathered her composure enough to say something, she made two statements. "Well, I can't wait to come over and see your video," was the first. "Perhaps we should go get your selection rung up?" was the second.



While we were standing at the register watching Terry ring up the sale, Mary leaned over into me and whispered &#x2013; just loud enough for Terry to hear, "My cunt is so buttery from his cum... it feels delicious." She giggled an evil sounding giggle and watched as Terry had a hard time focusing on her job. I smiled. Lance stood without breaking a grin. He was doing an excellent job of controlling himself. But, I reminded myself, he was also assured that he was going to get his own later. At four that afternoon, the tables would turn and Mary would become our servant. I wondered if Terry might be interested in joining her? I dismissed the thought... at least for this weekend. I knew how much Mary would enjoy being a sexual slave to Lance and I and I didn't want to minimize the impact on her by involving another female servant.



With everything paid for and bagged, Mary and I led Lance out of the store. She and I were again hand in hand... and Lance was carrying all the bags. Mary said something about going to get lunch to build up more energy for later and I smiled knowing that my lover's sexual appetite was raging as strong as ever... even though she'd JUST been fucked. God she's fantastic woman.

