The Fitting Room Affair (FFM)

The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted through the aisles of Petite the Coquette, the high-end lingerie boutique that catered to the desires of those with refined tastes. The soft hum of jazz played in the background, a mellow saxophone serenading shoppers as they perused the delicate lace and silk garments. It was a sanctuary from the mundane, a place where fantasy whispered sweet nothings into the ears of reality.

As I trailed behind my wife, Jess, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she picked out the most alluring panties, I couldn't help but notice the seductive sway of the hips of the salesgirl who had been assisting us. Her name tag read 'Evelyn', and she was the embodiment of everything the store represented—beautiful, flirtatious, and dripping in sexuality. Her crimson lips curled into a knowing smile as she held up a set of scarlet lace, her fingernails painted to match the fabric, and I felt the unmistakable stirring in my loins.

Evelyn was a vision, with raven hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight, and a figure that could make any man, or woman, drop to their knees in reverence. Her eyes, a tantalizing shade of emerald, danced with mischief as she bent over to retrieve a garter belt that had fallen to the floor. The tight black dress she wore clung to her like a second skin, accentuating every curve and leaving nothing to the imagination.

The air grew thick with anticipation as my wife slipped into the changing room, leaving Evelyn and me in the cozy intimacy of the panties section. Her hand grazed my arm as she handed me another set of lingerie, and the electricity between us was palpable. Her eyes locked with mine, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against my ear.

"Your wife is going to look stunning in these," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

Her words hung in the air like a siren's call, and before I could respond, she turned and disappeared behind the velvet curtain, leaving me to ponder the possibilities of what lay beyond. The fabric whispered a secret promise, a hint of the forbidden fruit that awaited those who dared to indulge in the erotic playground within. I swallowed hard, feeling the pulse in my throat and the heat in my cheeks. This was no ordinary shopping trip. It was the prelude to a symphony of desire that was about to unfold.

The changing room door cracked open, and Evelyn's sultry voice beckoned me closer. "Could you help me with the zipper?" Jess's cheeks were flushed as she stepped out, the red lace panties hugging her curves like a lover's embrace. The sight was intoxicating, and my pulse quickened. As I reached around her to tug the zipper up, my fingertips grazed her bare skin, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my groin. She shivered, and I could see the hunger in her eyes as they met mine in the mirror. It was as if she knew the storm that was brewing.

The three of us stepped into the dimly lit space, and the air grew heavy with a heady mix of desire and lust. Evelyn's gaze slid down my body, lingering on the growing bulge in my pants, and she licked her lips.

"It seems like these are a perfect fit," she said, her voice thick with suggestion. "But perhaps we should make sure they're as comfortable as they are sexy."

She reached out, her fingertips brushing against my wife's hips, and in one swift motion, she had the panties back around her ankles. My wife gasped, and I felt the throb in my pants intensify.

Without another word, Evelyn dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine. Her tongue darted out, tracing the line of my wife's sex, eliciting a moan that echoed through the small room. The sound was like music to my ears, and I felt my body respond, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. The world outside the curtain faded away as I watched this erotic dance unfold before me, a dance of tongues and fingers, of gasps and whimpers, of pleasure that seemed to have no bounds. My wife's hand found its way to my crotch, her grip tightening as she rocked back and forth, riding the wave of pleasure that Evelyn so expertly orchestrated.

The scent of arousal filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to intoxicate us all. My wife's legs trembled, and I knew she was close. With a final, desperate cry, she climaxed, her body arching and collapsing into Evelyn's waiting arms. The salesgirl looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and I knew that the real show was only just beginning. She stood, her dress hiked up around her thighs, revealing the matching scarlet panties she had been wearing all along. "It's only fair," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, "that you get to try some of these on as well." And with that, she slipped my pants to the floor, her warm, eager mouth wrapping around me, as the door to the changing room swung shut, sealing us in our own private realm of passion.

Her lips moved with the expertise of a master artist, her tongue painting strokes of pure ecstasy along the length of my shaft. My wife watched, her own breath ragged and eyes wide with lust, as she slowly undressed herself, her movements deliberate and sensual. The sight of her bare breasts, her hardened nipples standing at attention, and the soft curve of her belly had me on the edge, my hips bucking involuntarily as Evelyn's mouth worked me over. She chuckled against my skin, the vibration sending me spiraling closer to the brink.

With a final, deep suck, she pulled away, standing to her full height and shedding her dress in one fluid motion. The crimson lingerie set she revealed was like a second skin, hugging every curve and leaving little to the imagination. She stepped closer to my wife, her hands roaming over her body, and the two women shared a kiss that was anything but innocent. Their tongues danced together, a silent promise of the carnality to come.

I could feel the tension coiling in my gut, my cock aching for release as I watched them. Evelyn broke away from my wife's embrace and turned to me, a knowing smile on her lips. She took my hand and led me to the velvet-covered bench in the center of the room.

"Lie down," she instructed, and I obeyed, my heart hammering in my chest.

My wife joined us, straddling my thighs, her own panties damp and her eyes dark with need. Evelyn knelt before us, her fingers deftly unhooking my wife's bra, releasing her breasts to spill out into her waiting hands. The three of us were lost in a whirlwind of touch and taste, a symphony of moans and gasps that drowned out the outside world.

And as I felt the warm, wet embrace of Evelyn's mouth around me once more, the coolness of my wife's fingers on my balls, I knew that this was a moment that would be etched into my memory forever—a moment where the lines between reality and fantasy blurred, and we all became willing participants in the hedonistic ballet that was unfolding before us. The world outside the changing room ceased to exist as we lost ourselves in the throes of passion, our bodies entwined and our souls set free in the opulent confines of La Petite Coquette.

The velvet bench beneath me was a cushion of sinful pleasure, my skin tingling with every caress, every kiss that rained down upon it. Evelyn's hands danced over my stomach, her nails lightly scoring my flesh as she took her time to explore every inch of me. My wife, now as eager as a cat in heat, watched with hungry eyes, her breathing shallow and her chest heaving with anticipation. The sight of her, her naked skin glowing in the soft light, her panties stained with her own desire, was almost too much to bear.

Evelyn's mouth grew more insistent, her strokes more urgent, and I could feel the pressure building within me. My wife leaned in, her breasts brushing against my chest as she kissed me, her tongue mimicking the motions of the salesgirl's mouth. Our tongues swirled together as the tension grew, a heady mix of love and lust that threatened to consume us entirely.

When the dam finally broke, it was with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the store. I came hard, my hips bucking off the bench as Evelyn swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving mine. My wife's hand found its way to her own clit, rubbing furiously as she watched me come undone. The room was a cacophony of sounds—the slap of flesh against flesh, the wetness of Evelyn's mouth, my own grunts and moans of pleasure, and the steady rhythm of my wife's hand as she brought herself to climax.

As the tremors of ecstasy subsided, we all sat back, panting and sated. Evelyn wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"I think we found the perfect panties," she said, her voice a throaty purr.

My wife giggled, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction, and I couldn't help but agree. In the end, we left the store with more than just lingerie. We had discovered a new level of desire within ourselves, a taste of the taboo that we hadn't known we craved—and we knew that we would be back for more. Explore the hottest adult toys and gear at Mommys Toy Shop, Edmonton’s premier adult store. Visit mommystoyshop.com to spice up your bedroom adventures with top-quality bondage swings, vibrators, and more—everything you need to unleash your wildest fantasies. Shop now and turn up the heat!

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