A day out shopping

Where are we going?" Leslie asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as she followed Craig out of the house. Craig turned to her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Shopping," he replied, his tone firm yet laced with excitement. "If you're going to be a hot slut wife, you have to dress like it." Leslie felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, a blend of anticipation and nervousness swirling in her stomach. She nodded silently, her mind racing with thoughts of what the day might bring.

As they arrived at the mall, Leslie could feel Craig's eyes on her, his gaze lingering on the curves of her body. The air was thick with anticipation, and she knew today was about more than just shopping—it was about transformation. Craig led her through the crowded corridors, his hand firmly on the small of her back, guiding her towards a store with a sign that read "Elegant Lingerie." The moment they stepped inside, Leslie was enveloped in a world of lace and silk, the racks filled with garments that promised both comfort and allure.

Leslie’s fingers trailed over the delicate fabrics as she browsed through the racks, her eyes scanning the array of lingerie before her. She picked out a sheer black lace bodysuit, the material thin enough to hint at her nipples, and a matching thong that would leave little to the imagination. Next, she selected a red satin corset, its tight design meant to accentuate her waist and push her breasts upwards, making them even more pronounced. A silk chemise in deep purple caught her eye, its neckline plunging and the hem short enough to expose her thighs.

Craig’s eyes roamed over the selections Leslie had made, a slow smile spreading across his face as he nodded in approval. “These are good,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “But I think we can take it a step further.” He disappeared into the racks of lingerie and returned with a few items draped over his arm. “Try these on,” he instructed, holding out a sheer black bra with a matching g-string. The fabric was so thin it seemed to shimmer in the light, leaving little to the imagination. Leslie’s cheeks flushed as she took the garments from him, her fingers brushing against his in the exchange.

Leslie stepped into the fitting room, the soft glow of the light enveloping her as she closed the door behind her. She slipped off her top and shorts, her skin tingling with anticipation. The sheer black bra was first, the delicate lace hugging her large breasts as she fastened it behind her back. The fabric was thin, her nipples clearly visible through the material, and she could feel the cool air of the room teasing her skin. Next came the g-string, something she had never worn before.

As she pulled the g-string, Leslie felt the thin fabric slide smoothly between her buttocks, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. The small patch of material that covered her fat pussy lips was barely there, leaving her feeling exposed yet strangely aroused. She adjusted the fit, ensuring it was snug against her skin, and then stepped back to admire herself in the mirror. The sheer black bra framed her breasts perfectly, and the g-string highlighted the curves of her hips and the roundness of her ass. But the g-string between her butt checks looked like butt floss with the small patch that covered her fat pussy lips in the front.

Craig pushed open the door to the dressing room, his eyes immediately locking onto Leslie's reflection in the mirror. She stood there, the sheer black bra and g-string hugging her curves perfectly, her skin glowing under the soft light. He could see the faint outline of her nipples through the lace, and the way the g-string sat between her cheeks left little to the imagination. A slow smile spread across his face as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip. "You look stunning," he murmured, his voice low and filled with approval.

Craig’s voice cut through the air, low and commanding, yet tinged with a hint of anticipation. “Your first hot slut wife lesson, my dear,” he began, his eyes never leaving hers as he stepped closer, the space between them shrinking until she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. “Come over here and give me a blowjob.” Leslie’s heart raced, a mix of nervousness and arousal swirling in her chest. She hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing, before she slowly lowered herself to her knees, the soft carpet of the dressing room a gentle cushion beneath her.

As she looked up at Craig, his expression was one of approval and desire, his eyes gleaming with excitement. She reached for his belt, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuckled it, the sound of the zipper echoing softly in the small room. Pulling down his trousers and boxers, she was met with the familiar sight of his erection, hard and ready. Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip before she enveloped him in her mouth. The salty taste of him filled her senses, and she began to move, her head bobbing slowly at first, then with increasing confidence. Craig’s hands rested on her shoulders, his fingers digging gently into her skin as he guided her pace. “Good,” he murmured, his voice filled with pleasure. “You’re doing so well, Leslie.” His words of encouragement fueled her, and she felt a surge of arousal at his approval. The dressing room, with its mirror and intimate lighting, seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the moment. As she continued, her own desire grew, the act becoming not just a lesson, but a shared experience of pleasure and submission.

Craig's hands tightened on her shoulders, he pushed her head down, his cock sliding deeper into her throat. Leslie felt a surge of arousal mixed with a hint of discomfort as she struggled to accommodate his length. Her lips stretched around his girth, and she could feel his balls pressing against her chin. The salty taste of his precum filled her mouth, and she gagged slightly, but Craig's grip kept her in place. "Take it all," he growled, his voice low and commanding. Leslie's eyes watered as she fought to breathe, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her.

Just as Leslie was finding her rhythm, the door to the dressing room swung open. A female store assistant stood in the doorway, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the scene before her. "Ma'am, do you need some help?" she asked, her voice tinged with awkwardness. Leslie froze, her mouth still around Craig, as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Craig, however, didn't flinch. He reached out and gently closed the door, his expression calm. "We're fine," he said smoothly. "Just a little... private moment." The assistant hesitated for a moment before nodding as she stood there watching.

The assistant’s eyes lingered, a mix of shock and fascination crossing her face as she took in the intimate scene. Leslie’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Craig’s grip on her shoulders tightened, a silent command to continue. The woman hesitated, her hand still on the door handle, before she seemed to root herself in place, her gaze fixed on the sight before her. Craig’s voice was calm and steady as he spoke, “You can watch, but don’t interrupt.” The assistant nodded slightly, her face flushing, and she remained there, a silent voyeur to their moment. She was attractive older chubby lady she was with huge tits.

The assistant's eyes remained fixed on them, her own desire began to surface. She subtly pulled down the top of her dress, revealing her breasts, and slid her hand up her skirt, her fingers brushing against her clit through her panties. Leslie, sensing the woman's gaze, felt a mix of embarrassment and heightened arousal. Craig, noticing the assistant's actions, tightened his grip on Leslie's shoulders, his thrusts becoming more insistent. The room was thick with tension as the assistant's breathing quickened, her touch growing bolder. Leslie's mouth moved faster, driven by Craig's guidance and the voyeuristic energy filling the space.

Craig could feel his balls tighten as he gazed at the assistant, her eyes still fixed on them with a mix of desire and hesitation. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, but he wanted to savor the moment, to push the boundaries even further. With a confident smirk, he turned to the woman and asked, "Would you like to taste my fat cock?" His voice was low and commanding, leaving no room for doubt. The assistant's cheeks flushed deeper, but she nodded slightly, her eyes never leaving his. Craig tightened his grip on Leslie's shoulders, guiding her to pull back for a moment.

The older lady nodded her head and he motion her over he was getting close to cumming and told Leslie to jack him off in the older lady’s mouth, As the assistant stepped closer, her eyes locked on Craig's erection, a mix of anticipation and nervousness flickering across her face. Craig, sensing his climax nearing, gestured for her to kneel beside Leslie. "Now," he commanded, his voice low and urgent. Leslie, still on her knees, reached up to grasp the base of his shaft, her hand moving in rhythmic strokes. The assistant, her cheeks flushed, leaned forward, opening her mouth Craig's hands guided her head, his fingers intertwining in her hair as he pulled her towards him.

Craig's climax approached, his breath quickened, and he tightened his grip on both Leslie and the assistant. Leslie's strokes grew faster, more urgent, as she could feel the tension building in his shaft. The assistant, mouth still opened waiting on his release she moaned softly, her eyes locked on Craig's. With a final stroke of Leslie’s hand, Craig erupted, his cum spilling into the assistant's mouth. She gasped, her cheeks flushing as she pulled back, her hands instinctively reaching for her breasts. Craig's hands guided her, pressing her fingers against her nipples as he whispered, "Let it drip onto your tits." The assistant obeyed, her large, saggy breasts glistening as the cum trickled down.

As Craig's climax subsided, he gently pulled Leslie back, his cock still glistening with the remnants of pleasure. "Clean me," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. Leslie nodded, her eyes never leaving his, and took his shaft in her mouth once more. She licked every drop, her tongue tracing the veins, ensuring not a single speck remained. The act was both intimate and submissive, a reminder of her role. With a satisfied nod, Craig turned to the assistant, who still knelt beside them, her face flushed and Craig’s cum leaking from the corners of her mouth. "Now, Leslie," he said, his tone steady, “give her a cum kiss.” Leslie hesitated for a moment, her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but Craig’s commanding gaze left no room for refusal. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against the assistant’s, the salty taste of Craig’s semen transferring between them. The assistant’s eyes widened, a mix of shock and arousal flickering across her face as she deepened the kiss, her tongue intertwining with Leslie’s.

As they slowly regained their composure, the weight of what had just transpired hung thick in the air. Craig, ever the dominant figure, was the first to move, adjusting his clothing with a calm demeanor that contrasted the intensity of the moment before. He reached out to help Leslie up, his hand closing around her wrist as he pulled her to her feet. Her face was still flushed, a mix of embarrassment and lingering arousal painting her cheeks. The assistant, now standing awkwardly to the side, fumbled with her own clothing, her hands trembling slightly as she smoothed out her blouse. Craig approached the assistant, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Thank you," he said, his voice smooth and appreciative. "You were exceptional. I'd like to see you again." He pulled out his phone, and the assistant, still flushed, nodded eagerly. "Of course," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She recited her number as Craig typed it in, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'll be in touch," he promised, tucking the phone back into his pocket. The exchange was brief, yet charged with anticipation, setting the stage for future encounters that aligned perfectly with Leslie's ongoing training.

Leslie slipped into the sheer black bra and g-string, the delicate fabric hugging her curves as she adjusted herself in the mirror. She could feel the cool air teasing her skin through the thin material, and a shiver ran down her spine as she tugged her shorts on, the bra clearly visible over the waistband. Craig’s eyes narrowed as he watched her, his nostrils flaring slightly. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her back before he leaned in, inhaling deeply. “You smell like sex and submission,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear.