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Chapter 265 by airwreck airwreck

Last but not least...

Elizabeth

"Holy shit..." My jaw dropped to the floor when my wife stepped out from behind the curtain. She had worn lingerie countless of times to increase my arousal -- not that I needed that much to excite me.

The other girls gasped before voicing of their approval of the white satin braless corset, which showed off Elizabeth's ample cleavage and enhanced her hourglass figure, the matching stockings and garter belt, and stiletto heels that made her four inches taller. She stood proudly for a moment to savor our approval of her complete transformation from the demure high school girl I had met ten years earlier and fell in love with to the sexy vixen that I married.

"Now I understand why you wanted a private fitting room!" I exclaimed as my wife confidently strutted towards me with a mischievous grin. She tossed aside the pillow I had, giggling at the big tent pitching from my pants, before sitting down on my lap.

"Did you like what you saw?" she asked me breathlessly, pressing her large bare breasts against me as she leaned in. She already knew the answer from my huge bulge digging into her thighs.

"Yeah," I grinned at her like a child on Christmas morning.

"Do you want to see the rest of the lingerie we picked out?" Elizabeth giggled.

"I think I'll faint from the loss of blood to my head if we continue with the show."

The girls laughed.

"We can continue when we get home, honey," my wife whispered into my ear.

"I'll pay for it all," I told Jennifer, waving my credit card at her. The clerk smiled at the nice big commission she was going to get from all of the lingerie and panties the girls picked out. I didn't look forward to seeing my credit card bill but I knew it was well worth the price to see my best friends in sexy lingerie again.

Luckily my erection finally subsided while the girls went back to change into their clothes because it would have been very awkward going into the front of the store sporting a big bulge -- not that I really cared since I was with five beautiful women.

"Thank you, Ian!" each girl said with a kiss after I paid for my gifts to them.

"Where to next, ladies?" I asked as I grabbed the shopping bags.

Where do they go next?

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