Shopping

They lay there for several minutes before rousing themselves. Tom getting himself a glass of juice and removing the spent condom before joining the hooker on the couch and having some of the fruit.

"So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day? You don't have limitless stamina, after all," she asked, taking a bite out of some fruit.

"Well, you're supposed to be my girlfriend for the duration, right?"

She nodded, taking a sip of juice.

"I guess relationship things? So how about shopping?"

"You're paying, right?"

Defeated, he nodded, accepting the inevitable. But an idea occurred to him.

"Why don't we both get cleaned up. I'll use the guest shower and you can use the master. And, instead of one of your outfits, let's get a little kinky. Go through Sarah's closet and put together an outfit, as much as possible, there!"

"Ooh. I like that. Kinky."

Tom ran upstairs while Kandi finished eating, grabbing himself a change of clothes and some toiletries. She handed him her plate when he came back down, excusing herself while he went to wash the dishes, both aware that he would take far less time to get ready than she would.

After a quick shower, Kandi contemplated her reflection in the mirror. She applied the women's deodorant Sarah kept on the counter and decided to play it safe, using the bottle of perfume with the least amount left in it, assuming it was her default. Returning to the bedroom, she took stock of Sarah's closet. From what she remembered, she was about the same size, for the most part, as Sarah, with the obvious exception of her bust. Deciding to play it safe, she went with a black thing under black tights. For her top, knowing none of Sarah's bra's had any hope of fitting her, she opted for a sports bra she'd brought along. Over the bra, the squeezed into a fitted tee that stretched tightly over her chest. To round out the look, she put on a pair of trainers sans socks and a hoodie, worn unzipped. Back in the bathroom, she pulled her hair into a modest pony and applied understated makeup. The one exception being her lips, which she painted gloss, fire-engine red and full. Cock-sucking lips if ever there were. Going for broke, she also pulled the sides of the thong out from under the tights, creating a gap of flesh between their bottom and the op of the tights.

Giving herself a onceover, she could just barely see the outline of her nipple piercings. Blowing herself a kiss in the mirror, she went out to complete the final stage of getting ready, the accessorizing. She chose modest jewelry from the vanity, adding her own fitness watch and, to finish the look, a wedding band from her collection that loosely resembled Tom's.

Tom had been waiting in the living for a while, unsure of what she was up to, but knowing that he shouldn't spoil her surprise. When she finally came down, he was speechless. Gone was the hooker that had come in and, in her place was...Almost Sarah. She she came up to him and gave him a pack on the cheek, he noticed that she was accurate down to the perfume.

"That's..."

"I'm a perfectionist. Now, let's go. You have money that I'm eager to spend."

Tom simply nodded dumbly, following her to the garage.

The drive to the mall was uneventful, though he was sure Kandi kept bumping into him or teasing him to keep up a low-level arousal the whole time.

Their first stop was the lingerie store, with much trying on and light flirting with the cute sales girl, continuing to tease Tom. She opted for only two sets, conscious that it wasn't her money she was spending.

She then took him to some of the other, small clothing stores, trying on outfits and asking his opinion before ending up in a high-end boutique dress store. The attendant, name tag reading 'Sam,' was very attentive and responded to Kandi's flirting. She selected several dresses then went back with Tom to try them on.

"Having fun? I best Sarah never gets this involved with the salesforce, does she? she whispered, giving his cock a squeeze through his jeans and eliciting a moan. "You're pretty hard. Does hubby want to watch his wife fuck the big, black salesman?

Tom moaned again, weakly nodding. With a wink, she turned her attention back to the dresses.

Trying on one of them that she knew was too small for her chest, she called out, "Sam, dear, can you come here? I need some help and I don't want to damage the dress."

The salesman came in, prepared to assist. What he wasn't prepared for were her tits hanging out the front of the dress and her looking at him wolfishly.

"Ma'am, you needed...help?"

"Yes, Sam. I do. Not with the dress, though. It's clearly too small in the chest. But I have an itch, and my husband here is more than willing to let me scratch it. Are you willing to help a beautiful, married woman out?"

"I shouldn't-" he managed to get out before Kandi cupper her breasts and pouted at him.

"Don't worry. I have a condom."

Resolve shattering, Same helped her out of the dress, carefully handing it before turning to the redhead, now on her knees with her hand shoved down the front of her tights.

I wish they'd forget the condom, Tom thought to himself, again surprised by the warmth in his hand of the coin that had appeared out of seemingly thin air. He swore he'd left it at the house. Realizing just what he'd wished, he refocused on Kandi and Sam.

The young man had a dick about the same size as Tom's new appendage and Kandi had him hilt deep in her mouth. With a pop, she slipped off, atanding and turning around, slipping the tights and her panties down to her knees.

Bending, she grunted to him, "Don't just stand there staring, fuck me with that big black cock."

Eager to please, the young man stepped up and started pounding her soaking slit.

"Yeah, baby. Fuck my white pussy. Fuck it so hard in front of my husband.."

"Oh, ma'am-"
"Sarah. We're fucking, you call my by my goddamned name and don't you dare fucking stop fucking me."

"Yes, ma'am, I mean, Sarah," He panted. It was clear they were both close. With a final groan of "Sarah," he exploded inside of her, triggering her own orgasm in response.

As he slipped out of her, Kandi looked over at Tom, sitting in the corner, cock in hand.

"Whoops. Forgot the condom. Don't worry, sugar," she said, glancing at the young man. "I'm on birth control. Now, that red dress, I'll take it. Can you go package it and ring us up? I need to get cleaned up and take care of some things in here."

He nodded weakly, taking the indicated dress and swiftly retreating while Kandi fell on {fisrt_name}'s dick, sucking and stroking it.

"Made you hot, watching your 'wife' fuck that young black stud? His cock is about the same size as yours. Perfect fit for my tight little cooch. I can feel his come inside of me still. Warm. Full."

Unable to hold it any longer, Tom came, spraying her chest and face. With a laugh, she retrieved her shirt and used it to clean her face, chest, and crotch.

"You know, I'm surprised you didn't filem that," she said. Looking at him, she added, "You know, you still can. Think I should invite him over tonight for a round two?"

Tom didn't even hesitate, reaching into his pocket and grabbing the coin in his pocket.

"I wish you would. See if he has some friends that want to join in for a gangbang."

"Ooh. You're a naughty, naught hubby," she tittered, slipping her bra on before touching up her makeup. "Now, go on out there and pay for my new dress. Also, see if he has a bag for this."

Catching her tossed, soiled shirt, Tom went out to do as she wished, then sat down, waiting for her to come out. She collected him after having a brief conversation with Sam, informing him that the 'boys' would be over at eight thirty.