L'amour Boutique.

"Hi, Elizabeth," greeted the attractive blonde clerk, dressed in an elegant white blouse and pencil skirt, after I held opened the door to the lingerie store for the girls.

"Hi, Jennifer," my wife replied back with a warm hug, indicating she was a regular client that I didn't know she was. "Thank you again for booking us on such short notice!"

"I work on commission so I'm not going to turn down five beautiful customers!" the clerk chuckled.

Elizabeth then introduced our friends before turning to me.

"And this is my husband, Ian," Elizabeth said, giving my left arm a hug as I offered my hand to Jennifer. "He'll be paying."

"I am...?" I asked my wife, who gave me one of her seductive smiles that I could never say no to anything to her.

"Welcome, sir, to L'amour Boutique," greeted the blonde clerk before she escorted us around the store, suggesting different types of panties, bras, stockings, tops, and heels. I followed the girls like a lost puppy, carrying the lingerie they wanted to try out and maybe purchase -- and, of course, as a high-end boutique they didn't have any shopping carts, let alone baskets but luckily everything they chose was skimpy.

Jennifer lead us to the back of the store where the private fitting room was located. In the middle of the room was an elegant pink cabriole sofa with a couple of throw pillows. The wall opposite the door was were full length mirrors, angled to allow women to view themselves in their lingerie, and on either side were three curtained stalls.

I had actually felt nervous when I passed through the door, a feeling not unlike when I went to my first strip club during college and got a lap dance in the champagne room (which turned out it wasn't all that exciting compared to my last year of high school with the girls, but I digress...). Having all five women naked with me in the shower was exciting as it could be for a red-blooded straight man but there is always something the tease of what is to come when women wear lingerie that enhanced their already amazing curves and cleavage.

Jennifer and I helped distribute the items the girls picked as they entered their stalls.

"Sir, please have a seat while I help the ladies," the clerk kindly suggested, motioning me towards the sofa.

I anxiously sat down and grabbed a pillow and placed it over my crotch, knowing full well I would be embarrassingly be pitching a tent when the girls appeared in their sexy underwear.