Saleswomen try on lingerie so a man can see how they’d look on his wife [MF] [NSFW]

The personal shopper tapped her pencil against her clipboard.

“Ok, Mr. Davis, I have your orders for the suits, the shoes- both the oxfords and wing tips- and the cashmere sweaters. And your wife already ordered the sequin gown, the pencil skirt, and the Ralph Lauren button-down shirts. Is there anything else you’d like to get her for your trip to the Hamptons? Maybe a gift just for fun?”

Mr. Davis thought for a minute.

“We just got our new fall line of lingerie, and we have gorgeous pieces. Would you like to see them?”

“That’s not a bad idea,” replied Mr. Davis. “I could surprise her after dinner next Friday.”

“Perfect!” The saleswoman turned to her assistant. “Get Gretchen and Jessica to come model a few of these, please. So that he can picture what they’d look like on his wife.”

A few minutes later everyone was ready. Gretchen walked into the room wearing heels and a silky robe. She removed the robe to reveal a red, lace teddy. She walked confidently in a straight line past Mr. Davis, and back again. He slowly looked down and up her body.

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“This is our Scarlet Lace Teddy. The panties are high cut in the front, and become a thong in the back. Gretchen, please turn around once more.”

Gretchen turned around. She bent over so he could see.

“Hmmm,” said Mr. Davis, reaching out to feel the fabric.

“The lace is so soft,” continued the saleswoman. “Your wife will love it. And it has an adjustable push-up bra. See here?”

At the base of her bra hung two strings that came through a little closure device. “You pinch here…” She pulled the strings down, boosting Gretchen’s boobs up even higher. Then she released the strings, lowering her boobs back down. She presented the model to Mr. Davis. “Give it a try.”

Mr. Davis tried pulling on the strings himself, pushing boobs up again. Her cleavage was glorious, honestly.

Then he lightly touched the hem of the teddy, inspecting the trim and the stitching. Gretchen turned around again for him to see the back. He tilted his head and thought for a second. “I don’t know if my wife will love the drawstring apparatus. May I see what else you have?”

“Of course!” she said. She poked her head out the door and instructed an unseen assistant to bring in style #358.

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Soon enough they heard the clicking heels of another young woman outside the dressing room. She entered and removed her robe. She was dressed in an electric blue bralette with a bow in the middle. Her boobs were bare under the sheer fabric. Her nipples pointed out, causing a tight sort of ridge in the fabric between them.

She wore matching electric blue panties. On her midriff was a lacy belt, from which hung several tiny suspenders that held up sheer, blue stockings.

“This is the Vixen Bralette with matching Garters. What do you think?”

Mr. Davis smiled slightly. “I like it. Can you spin around so I can get a better look?” Gretchen spun slowly. She had beautifully toned abs and a round ass. He looked her up and down.

“I like the sheer bra,” he said, pointing to her boobs. “My wife would like that. But she hates to wear a thong.”

“This ensemble could easily be worn without the thong,” said the saleswoman. “Try and picture it with just the top and the garters.” Mr. Davis tilted his head and tried to imagine. He was staring at her crotch. The model blushed a little.

He shook his head. “Do you have anything a little more… out of the ordinary?” he asked the saleswoman.

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Minutes later Gretchen- the employee who had worn the teddy- returned. She removed her robe and Mr. Davis’ eyebrows shot up. She was basically nude, wearing nothing but a strappy, black contraption. Her tits were out on full display this time.

“This is our Open-Cup Bombshell Bodysuit. The straps can be used as a harness of sorts, and give you plenty of control if you’re into games or bondage. There’s a little ring on the collar that can be secured to a leash or rope. Or the straps can be purely decorative. It’s up to you.”

The piece was a seductive web of faux-leather. The direction of the bands mimicked an hourglass silhouette, going from the outside of her boobs in towards her waist, and then angling down towards her hips. The only part that covered her in any way was a small triangle of panty at the bottom, sized to just barely cover her beaver.

The personal shopper piped in again. “I love this piece. It’s so flirty, sexy… definitely out of the ordinary.”

Jessica walked confidently past Mr. Davis a couple times, her tits bouncing with each step. She was gorgeous, but Mr. Davis tried not to notice that. Then she stood in front of him, legs parted, with her hand on her hip, ready for his examination.

He tried gently pulling on the straps of the bodysuit. He thought they’d be more stretchy, but they were were firm and tight. It must be made to order. He liked the idea of his wife getting an intimate fitting for one of these.

“Her breasts are smaller than my wife’s,” noted Mr. Davis. “I wonder if my wife would be chafed by this strap here.” he pointed to the band that ran just underneath the woman’s boobs. The model raised her arms up over her head so he could see better. He felt his dick responding to this a little more than he’d like.

“Also, would this be very difficult for her to get in and out of?” Mr. Davis asked. “I don’t know if I could get it off of her very easily.” He turned Jessica this way and that, looking for a way out.

The saleswoman cleared her throat. “A clever feature about this piece is that you don’t need to take it off to have intercourse.”

She pushed Gretchen forward, bending her in half. With Gretchen’s ass facing him and her legs spread, Mr. Davis could clearly see that the bodysuit was crotchless. The triangle that barely covered her pussy lips in front split into two small strings that ran on either side of Jessica’s vulva underneath. Her dark, mauve skin peaked out.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror while she was bent over. Her bare boobs swayed in the reflection, dangling down from her body. It was in that moment she decided… it was time go back to school. Get her degree in economics, ya know?

Mr. Davis said, “I’ll get one of these, if I can get my wife to come in for a fitting. In the meantime, do you have anything in blue? That’s my wife’s favorite color.”

“Yes, I believe I do!” the saleswoman replied. She poked her head out of the room and spoke to her assistant. “Janet, would you please show us #173 in blue?”

Mr. Davis’ body told him it was time to sit down. He was becoming quite aroused by all this. He knew that Gretchen’s tits would pop into his head next time he and the Mrs. got frisky.

Jessica put her robe on and walked out of the dressing room.

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“Mr. Davis, we have a problem,” the saleswoman said.

“What is that?”

She gave him a frustrated look, and gestured down to his pants. “I can’t have my girls coming in here to model lingerie in front of a man with an erect penis. It doesn’t make for a professional work environment.”

Mr. Davis was mortified. “I’m so sorry!” he said.

“You have a few minutes before Jessica returns. So do what you need to do to get a release and put yourself back together. Do you think you can do that?”

“Oh, no, I don’t need to-“

“You do need to. Release.”

Mr. Davis’ dick was at full mast now. There was no way he could leave the store without everyone he passed noticing it as he walked by.

“The clock is ticking, Mr. Davis. Take your pants off.”

Mr. Davis was incredulous and still embarrassed, but… his dick was literally aching at this point. He unzipped his pants and hesitantly pulled his cock out. He thought the saleswoman would leave, but she just stood there, watching him over her clipboard. Her eyebrows rose as she appraised his cock, evaluating him the same way he had evaluated the lingerie.

He wrapped his hand around himself. Finally. Much needed touch. His eyes closed in ecstasy. He began stroking himself, and his body filled with tingles. “Mmmmm,” he murmured. He knew he should picture his wife, but his mind filled with images of Jessica in the scarlet teddy. Her tits raising and lowering as he adjusted the support of her bra. Then he pictured Gretchen and her bare pussy, bent over in front of him. Boobs dangling. The small, small triangle of fabric covering her lips but nothing else.

He opened his eyes. The saleswoman was standing right in front of him.

“Quickly,” she hissed. “Jessica will be back any second.”

He sped up. They locked eyes. Mr. Davis had never had someone just watch him masturbate before. It was hot. A tingle ran down his spine. She looked down and paid attention to his erection. She was supervising everything, making sure he wasn’t wasting any time.

The doorknob jiggled. Luckily the saleswoman had had the foresight to lock it. “Just a moment!” she called. “We’re reviewing his order!”

She looked down at him scowled. In a huff, she put down her clipboard and roughly unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled it open and unhooked her front-hooking bra. Her boobs fell out and her nipples hardened. She knelt down in front of him.

“Hurry up! For heaven’s sake.”

Mr. Davis shook with pleasure. His body was overcome with gratification. He exploded all over her tits.

The model and the assistant stood outside the door, unaware that just a few feet away from them Mr. Davis was ejaculating on their boss. Her freckled, milky white boobs dripped with his cum.

The saleswoman took some tissues out of her purse. She pressed the tissue into her soft breasts and dragged it around. Watching her boobs give and jiggle as she cleaned them was so erotic that it would have made Mr. Davis cum if he hadn’t just done so.

She handed some tissue to Mr. Davis, who wiped himself off. He had dripped all over. He cleaned himself off, looked around for a trash can, and wound up stuffing the tissues in his pocket.

The saleswoman closed and hooked her bra again. Mr. Davis could see a small drop of his semen trickling down the underside of her left boob. He didn’t say anything. She quickly buttoned her shirt up, and he zipped his pants. He adjusted his member to try and look inconspicuous and as flaccid as possible.

She went to the door and opened it. “Gretchen! Perfect!”

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