The Mall

The next morning, John's wife Taylor left early for work.

When he awoke with an erection like a steel skyscraper, he threw on a robe and lazily stumbled into the living room. Laura was in the kitchen brewing some coffe, her long hair streaming down her shoulders in unkempt whisps. On her body clung a little black chemise with speghetti straps. His dick spasmed at the sight of her bare thighs.

"Hi sleepyhead", Laura began.

Before he could respond, the doorbell rang. The door opened and a female voice called out "Hello!? John?". It was Terry.

Laura looked at John quizically.

"Uhh... in here.", John called out.

Terry's statuesque figure entered the kitchen. Her heels clicking on the floor announced her entrance like a drumroll. A pair of skintight snakeskin pants were all but painted onto her toned legs, her round ass swaying with each step. Her midrift was bare, showing off the great care she took of her body. Her top was a tie-front, the ties dangling near her cute belly button as if an invitation to gaze. Her massive tits stretched at the fabric, looking as if they would burst free from their confines.

"Don't you remember you promised me a ride to the mall? My car is in the shop", Terry began.

"Oh... uhhh", John stammered.

Terry interrupted, "Aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Terry.... Laura, my sister in law. Laura.... Terry... my neighbor"

"Laura, you absolutely MUST come to the mall with us, there is the most...."

The girls bantered back and forth. John's head was spinning at the forward nature of Terry, but his dick remained rigid with the possibilities in front of him. He sensed this moment was a very critical juncture in his life, as if choices were layed out in front of him.