MidMo Ballers Ch. 01

"I'm not mad. Maybe a little disappointed that suddenly I'm not enough."

"Honey. I love you. There's nothing that will ever change that. I love how you feel inside me, like now. I love that you WANT me, even in this old fat body. I love that you want me to feel good. Think of it as a new toy. It's fun to play with the new toys. The shine doesn't always last long, but it's still fun for a while."

"Okay," I said with a soft exhale. "I can live with that."

"The other thing. When they were stripping me. I was devastated. Other than you and a doctor, I haven't been naked in front of another guy since high school. I couldn't believe they were stripping me. And when they tied my feet apart so I was completely exposed, I was soooo pissed. I mean how dare they! That woman put that vibrator in me while I was tied there, naked, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it! I could tell they wanted to walk over and fuck me and I was sooo mad about it. But as I sat there with that damn vibrator twisting and vibrating inside me I couldn't help it. I was getting so turned on. I mean everyone could see me. Anyone of them could have done anything they wanted to me and I was powerless to stop them. Well, they sorta did. But before that. Before Gabe fucked me. Sitting there with that vibrator in me, god I was cumming and cumming and cumming. Not just from the vibrator, but from the guys watching me climax. I could see the lust in their eyes. I was so fucking turned on I couldn't help myself. God I came so much and so hard."

"So you liked being tied up?" I asked questioningly.

"Uh uh. I didn't much like that part AT ALL. But I was kind of surprised at how turned on I was at being naked in front of them. Being exposed that way. Being watched while I came."

"You've never really been much for sex outside the bedroom. At least not since we've had kids."

"No. I haven't. I haven't wanted the kids to see."

"So?"

"So I was wondering. If someone saw us. Or someone saw, maybe my pussy, if it would turn me on the way that did. You know. If maybe a guy saw me in the store or something?"

"You mean, like if the curtain accidently opened on a changing room or something like that?"

"Yeah. Something like that. Or if my dress was too short and I didn't have any panties on? Or one of my tits slipped out of my dress?"

"I think I get the idea. Okay. As long as it's something we do together. I mean not that I'm going to flash someone. But I want to be there. Not that I don't trust you. It's that I don't trust some guy to not take advantage of you."

"You mean rape me, for real."

"Yeah. That's exactly what I mean. You have me all turned on, but you haven't finished me off. You have something in mind?"

She stopped moving for a moment. "Yeah. I do. You know that adult store down the highway? The one we pass on the way to the lake?"

"Yeah."

"Will you take me there and buy me a vibrator?"

"Sure."

"Would you be upset if I wore a kinda revealing dress without anything under it?"

"As long as when you're done we have sex with each other."

"That I can guarantee," she said with a grin. She pushed herself up off of me and held a hand out to help me up. "Maybe you should wait here. I'll get dressed and come back out."

"Sure," I answered sitting down on the sofa. Clearly this was going to be an interesting afternoon.

I waited and waited and waited. When she finally came out, she had on a mid thigh wrap around skirt and a spaghetti strap top that I'd only seen her wear underneath other blouses. The material was quite thin and without any bra on I could easily see the outline of her nipples and areola. She also had on either stockings or pantyhose, and the tallest pair of high heels she had. She frequently wore heels, but usually they were fairly short, but the ones she had on were definitely the tallest. She walked to me and handed me a pair of shorts and a light weight under armor shirt. "Well? What do you think?"

"I think that the shirt shows quite a bit."

"The shirt's for you. If you want to, you can step behind me and just slide your hands up and woooo," she said as she slid her hands up her front, sliding the thin shirt up so that it slipped above her tits, leaving both large soft orbs exposed.

"So you want me to show off your tits?"

"If you want to see my tits, it's up to you when you see 'em. If some other guy happens to see them, that's up to you. But the skirt is for me, well if I get brave enough it is."

"If you get brave?" I asked questioningly.

She turned away from me and bent over. I could see the lacy tops of her stockings peeking right at the hem of the skirt. She reached back behind herself and slowly slid the skirt material up to expose that she didn't have any panties on at all, her clearly wet pussy pushing out between her thighs at me. Her inner lips glistened with her own juices as they protruded sexily from her fat round outer lips, her brown curls framing her whole slit enticingly. I was still enjoying the view when she straightened up and then to my surprise, the whole skirt suddenly slid down her legs, falling to the floor around her ankles.

"Oh oh!" she said with a mock squeak as she bent over to pull it back up, her bare ass and pussy once again pushing right out at me. "Wardrobe malfunction," she said as she straightened and turned to face me, fixing the one button it took to make the skirt waist loosen enough to fall.

"Yeah. I'd say."

"Like I said. If I'm brave enough to let it happen."

"Do you feel brave enough?"

"Honestly. No," she admitted. "But if I can, I might try it."

"You're sure this is what you want to do?"

"No. I'm not. But I want to know. I want to see if what I felt there was something I can feel elsewhere. I want to know if it will make sex with us more exciting again."

"More exciting again?" I asked as she stepped over and sat on my still bare lap.

"Way back we used to have sex wherever we could sneak away. In the basement of my parent's house, out in the woods, the backseat. We didn't have a lot of privacy back then and I have to admit, my heart used to pound in my chest at the possibility of getting caught."

"And you want to feel that again?"

"It's what I did feel out there, spread eagle, naked. Yeah. I felt that same pounding in my chest."

I slid my hand from her lap up to her chest, cupping one of her big soft tits through the thin material. I gently squeezed it and then slipped my fingers around it to tease her nipple through the shirt. "Well. You know I'll do anything I can to make you happy, as long as it doesn't break us up or put us in jail."

She leaned over and hugged me, pressing her still bare tits to my face. "I know. And I love you for it."

I couldn't help but suck on her nipple for several seconds before she stood up and pulled the shirt back down. She gave me the shorts and waited while I put them on, the shirt and shorts the only thing I had on besides shoes. "Now if you wanna flash some sexy little thing you can."

"You want me to flash my dick at some woman?"

"Only if you want to lover," she said with a grin as she stepped in front of me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled us together and pressed her lips to mine for long seconds. "You sure you're okay with this? I mean. Hell. I'd had some fantasies years ago about doing things with you, sorta like this, but with the kids, well it wasn't ever going to come true and I'd kind of forgotten about it. So, if this isn't the Lacy you married, we can forget about it. All you have to say is no."

"If I say no, are you going to be the happy wife I had before yesterday?"

She looked at me for long seconds, nibbling her lower lip. "I don't know," she whispered. "But if you don't wanna do this. I'll stop right now."

"You know I wanna make you happy, right? A little exciting sex should help our relationship, not hurt it. So as long as we do this together, I'm willing to try."

"You didn't seem to have much trouble fucking those good looking young women yesterday. I think maybe you've had a fantasy or two yourself," she whispered, moving one arm from around my neck to gently stroke a finger up and down my bare arm.

"Only the ones most guys have. You know. Having sex with other women, having sex with more than one woman. Wet dream kind of fantasies," I whispered back.

"Well. Maybe we need to look at some of those fantasies too," she said with a smile.

"You're sure you wanna do this?"

"I'm sure I wanna go buy that vibrator. I'm still not sure I'm brave enough to do anything else. But just thinking about it is making me so wet."

"Then let's go do it," I said, leaning towards her and giving her a quick kiss. She smiled and let go of me so we could head to the car.

It was a twenty-five minute trip, most of it on the interstate. I could see that the closer we got the more fidgety and nervous she became. I could see her continually twisting her wedding ring around and around on her finger, something I'd picked up on years ago as her 'tell' for how nervous she was. I had my own reservations about doing this, but I figured we weren't likely to run into anyone we knew in an adult store on a Sunday afternoon. I reached over and pulled the front of her shirt up, making sure the top stayed pulled up, held in place by the seat belt, exposing both breasts. I had to pay attention to my driving, but still was able to reach over and gently massage and play with her left tit, teasing and stroking her nipple. She closed her eyes and let the sensations flow over her. It wasn't long before a pickup truck was pacing us, the passenger looking in through my window and across the car to my wife's bare tits. With my wife's eyes closed, she couldn't see, so I just continued to tease her nipple for at least a full minute before intentionally slowing and forcing the truck to continue on by. She'd just flashed a stranger and didn't even realize it.

I pulled off onto the exit and wound around to the outer road and then into the parking lot, her shirt still pulled up over her breasts. I parked the car and turned off the engine. She opened her eyes and looked over at me. "You sure you wanna do this?" I asked quietly as she looked down and undid her seat belt.

"Yes and no," she said as she pulled the shirt down.

"Yes and no?"

"I'm so damn nervous I don't think I can do it. Hell, just getting this far has my pussy damn near leaking. I'd be surprised if I don't have a wet spot on the back of my skirt."

I chuckled at the thought of her walking around with an obvious wet spot. That alone would signal an awful lot to any guys around. Fortunately there were only three cars in the parking lot, and at least one of them had to be the cashier. That didn't leave a lot of guys to ogle her. "Well. We don't have to flash anyone. We can just go in and buy the vibrator, right?"

"Like that isn't going to be embarrassing?"

"I'm sure that the guy behind the counter has seen a lot more than a woman buying a vibrator."

"Yeah. True. I guess I'm just being silly."

"Maybe. Let's face it. This is new ground for both of us. We don't HAVE to do anything, including buying the vibrator."

"No. We don't. But I want to try," she said as she opened the door. She turned to look at me for confirmation. I nodded and opened my own car door. I looked over as she climbed out. She did indeed have a damp spot on the back of the light blue skirt! I climbed out and met her at the front of the car. With my arm around her waist, we walked to the front doors. I opened one and let her step in and then followed. She paused to let me open the other and paused again as soon as she was inside. We stood for a moment and looked around, the large open sales floor divided into two general sections. One full of racks of video's, books and magazines and the other with racks of clothing and along the back wall, packages of adult toys. I looped my arm around her again and led her down the aisle between two long racks of clothing.

Clothing is a bit of a loose term for what I was seeing hanging. Sexy costumes of varying types, extremely revealing lingerie and even a surprising number of things that I assumed were for men. As we got closer to the back of the store, the racks of clothes transitioned to shelves of toys. I saw everything from two foot long dildos to things that were clearly meant to be strapped on to someone. We were pretty much alone on this end of the store. I'd noticed two guys perusing the video section, but back here we seemed to have the place to ourselves. I led her to the back wall where there was a pretty wide selection of vibrators and dildos. It didn't take us long to find one that looked pretty much like the one they had used on her at the fort. It was only about nine inches long, but I guessed it was a little fatter than my dick.

"Think we should compare it?" Lacy said with a giggle, holding the package up to the front of my pants.

"No. I think we know it's a bit fatter," I said quietly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

"You see these little balls inside? When it vibrates it also makes little ripples up the sides."

"And that feels good."

"It feels SOOOOO good!" she said with another giggle. "Too bad you can't feel it like that."

"Yeah. Not sticking that into anyplace on my body," I said, shaking my head with a wry smile.

"We could get you one of those men kind of things."

"Men kind of things?"

"Uh huh. It's like a little pussy, only it's battery operated."

"And how do you know about stuff like that?"

"It's easy enough to find on the internet," she whispered.

"And you've been out perusing sex toys on the internet recently?"

"Well. I did have this idea that I might get you one for last Christmas, just for fun. But to be honest, I chickened out."

I hugged her closer to me and grinned. "Thanks for the thought just the same."

"Well. I thought that maybe a little variety would nice for you. Wasn't expecting the kind of variety we got yesterday."

"Uh. No," I agreed with a chuckle. I noticed one of the guys that had been down in the video section was now looking at items in the clothing racks, more particularly on the racks that gave him a look straight down the aisle at my wife's butt. "You know. I think you should look at that one." I said, pointing to a dildo on the lower portion of the wall.

"Yeah? Why's that?" she asked, looking down at the big brown dildo.

"Because it's on the bottom," I whispered.

"Oh," she said, her body tensing in my arm slightly. "You want me to bend over?"

"Uh huh. But don't look back, just bend over and check it out."

"But don't I have to..."

"Trust me?" I said softly.

"Okay," she said a little hesitantly. She bent over and as she did I let my hand accidently drag her skirt slightly up her butt. I wondered if I'd pulled enough material. Looking out the corner of my eye I could see by the look on the guy's face that I clearly had. She stayed bent over for almost a full thirty seconds, finally straightening up again and shaking her head. "I don't think so," she said loudly, before whispering. "Did he see?"

"Based on his expression, yeah, he saw," I whispered back.

"Oh god. I'm so nervous my legs are shaking."

"How do you feel about trying a top on for me?"

"Really? You want me to try on a top? Like a shirt?" she asked quietly, a look of confusion on her face.

"Uh uh. Come with me," I said, turning her to guide her towards a long rack of various lingerie. I'd seen them as we walked down the racks towards the back wall, and now guided her up the aisle next to the one we came down. As we walked Lacy couldn't help but see the guy that had just stared at her pussy. As we made our way toward the point on the racks that had what I wanted, I noticed he was moving toward the back wall, apparently intent on moving so he could see her better. For what I had in mind, that'd be perfect. I let go of her and rifled through the rack until I found the size I wanted and then pulled the lacy bustier off the rack. It was mostly white lace and looked like it would wrap lace almost halfway down her torso, with the exception of her breasts of course. The top edge basically created a shelf that would hold her breasts up and out, clearly leaving almost her whole breast exposed. "Try this on."

"Um. Okay," she said, looking around for a changing room.

"Uh uh. Right here," I whispered.

"Here? In the middle of the store?"

"Trust me. Only me and the guy pretending to check out vibrators on the back wall can see you."

She looked at me nervously. "Okay," she finally said. She quickly reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up, skimming it up and off of her body, leaving her naked from the waist up. She fumbled nervously with the bustier, wrapping the material around her body and reaching behind her to try and close the line of hook fasteners. The lace was practically see-through, so even if the material had covered her breasts the guy at the end of the aisle would have had a pretty fantastic look. As it was, her chest stuck out toward him as she tried to not look, her hands shaking as she tried to hook the tiny fasteners.

With about half of them done, she put her hands down and turned to face me. "Wha'd you think?"

"I think it's incredible. If I buy it for you, will you wear it?"

She gave me a little grin. "If you buy it for me, I'll wear it to work tomorrow, and you can spend all day thinking about me walking around work with my nipples rubbing bare on my blouse."

"I'm not sure who'll be turning who on with that, but it's a deal. You probably better take it off so we can check out."

"Good idea," she said as she reached behind herself again, her bare tits pushing out at the guy she was still trying not to look at. I reached over and rubbed her stomach as she undid the fasteners, waiting, just stroking her stomach and waiting. She pulled the bustier off and I held the hanger out with one hand while still rubbing her now bare stomach with my other. I let my hand slide down to the waist band of the skirt and as deftly as I could, I squeezed the button on the skirt, making it pop off. Her skirt quickly fell around her ankles, leaving her standing completely naked except for her stockings.

The guy at the end of the aisle must have just about cum in his pants as my wife squeaked in surprise, looking down at the button rolling across the floor. She took about two steps towards it before she realized that her skirt was around her ankles and all her wares were completely on display. She tried to hide her pussy behind the lacy bustier as she shuffled towards the button several feet down the aisle towards the guy staring at her. She squatted down to collect the button, the bustier no longer covering her pussy, her high heels causing her to slightly spread her knees to maintain her balance. He had to have a complete look at her pussy before she grasped her skirt and pulled it back up as she stood.

"Button," she said with a pained look on her face, holding the errant button out for him to see, as if this had all been some kind of accident. She turned and walked back to me, a strange expression on her face. She reached out to hand me the bustier and the button and then reached for her shirt. With my hands full, there was nothing I could do to help her as she started putting on her shirt again. After several attempts, she let go of the skirt, which slid right down again, but allowed her to put both arms in through the spaghetti straps. The guy at the end of the aisle, had his hand on his crotch as she bent over, her bare ass and pussy sticking right out at him as she reached for her skirt. She stayed bent for many seconds longer than required before straightening up, pulling the skirt back up. "I think we need to check out," she said breathlessly.