My Fashionable Hotwife: Clothing Not Optional

Lynne knew how to use whatever she wore for maximum impact

Jeff Denlea Pexels

Lynne had her husband Darrell slowly run his fingers over the outfit and adjusted his glasses. “What do you think?”

“It’s nice.” His voice stuck and Lynne knew him well enough to know his mind was reeling as she was preparing for a conquest.

She flicked it off the rack. “Be right back.” The dressing room was right around the corner.

He was supportive of her foray into becoming a hotwife. And after her first date, he had reclaimed her pussy when she ventured home. She had undressed, showered, and whispered how she met her date at a bar and went to his place where he undressed her and fucked her doggy style.

Now, she reappeared. “What do you think?”

The hem was mid-thigh and showed plenty of cleavage.

Lynne valued Darrell’s opinion but she also knew how he felt an emotional pulsing like she was going beyond into another orbit and he couldn’t follow as though he was entering cuckold territory.

“Nice.” He whispered, touching his receding hairline.

“I thought so, too.” She smiled and kissed him on the cheek while lowering a hand to tease his zipper. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

Becoming a hotwife took a team effort with Darrell, who agreed to work overtime to purchase her outfits, and her friend Jaqueline who had accompanied her on interviews with prospective lovers while making the condo available. Lynne liked the idea of Darrell working extra even though she could easily have paid for her purchases from her account.

His sacrifice made her arousal even hotter. She was satisfied and knew just how she would use the dress with her date.

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