They shopped at Boutique D'Auberge.

The hotel staff and guests stopped in their tracks to gawk at the statuesque redhead hanging off of Ryan's arm. The young archaeologist felt like he was back in high school as the science nerd who scored a prom date with the head cheerleader -- he wanted to flaunt off to everyone that Marlissa was with him.

They drove into the small downtown core and decided to shop at the upscale clothing store, Boutique D'Auberge. Ryan, raised as a gentleman by his British-born mother, opened the doors to the car and store for his wife and Marlissa glided in with the grace of a prima ballerina.

"Good afternoon, how can I help you?" a young blonde salesclerk greeted them.

"I am looking to expand my wardrobe," Marlissa answered with a warm smile, looking at the clerk's name tag.

"I am more the willing to help," the clerk said. "Is there something you're specifically looking?"

"Pretty much everything, Katie," Marlissa smiled, glancing back at her husband.

"Everything your husband's credit card can handle," a voluptuous brunette joked, winking at Ryan, as she stepped out from the back room.

Marlissa looked at him with big puppy dog eyes, silently begging him. Ryan nodded -- he may not have made much as a field research archaeologist but he had a big trust fund from his late grandfather.

"Hi, I'm Veronica D'Auberge," the brunette introduced herself. "Welcome to my store!"

"I am Samantha," Marlissa replied with her adopted alias name, "and this is my husband, Ryan."

"We don't get many models in this part of New England!" Veronica smiled.

"Oh, I'm not a model," Marlissa replied innocently. "I am just a housewife."

"I'm surprised you're not a model, Sam," Veronica noted. "I would if I had your body!"

"You should be a model, honey," Ryan agreed, examining every perfect curve of Marlissa's body as she displayed a skintight little black dress.

Veronica took Marlissa by the hand to give her tour the store and Ryan followed the three women like an obedient dog. He carried dresses, skirts, blouses, and stockings Veronica and Marlissa selected, bringing them to the change room. His servitude was rewarded with Marlissa modeling in skimpy outfits. He sat uncomfortably on the chair, not wanting to stand up lest revealing his strained erection to the women.

"Well, I have suppliers in New York. I can pull some strings to get you to meet my old modeling agent," Veronica said. "Besides, it'll give me an excuse to go!"

"May we go to New York, love?" Marlissa turned to Ryan, pleading with her emerald eyes.

"Sure, why not? I can't say no to you," he replied.

"Thank you!" Marlissa bent down to kiss him.

"Perhaps we could meet my parents while we're there," Ryan said, looking away sheepishly. Marlissa sensed something was wrong but did not want to ask her husband in front of Veronica.

"As my new friends you'll get a special discount!" Veronica said.

Despite Veronica's generous discount the clothing were still expensive designer labels, Ryan winced when Katie rang up the total at the cash register. However, Marlissa's smile and kiss dismissed any second thoughts he had on returning her new wardrobe.

"You're welcome, honey," he sighed in resignation.

"Veronica, my husband would like to personally thank you personally for all this," Marlissa smiled, glancing at the thousands of dollars of blouses, dresses, skirts, lingerie, and shoes in shopping bags.

"Thank me?" the brunette wondered with a puzzled look on her beautiful face. "I should be thanking you for a week's worth of sales in an hour!"

"I still get a commission on this, right?" Katie asked.

"I insist," Marlissa grinned as her green eyes glowed for a moment.

"Um, okay. Sure," Veronica nodded. "How do you want to thank me?"

Marlissa stood behind her husband and reached around to unzip his pants and fish out his massive erection.

"Katie, close the store," the brunette ordered as she gawked at the long, thick veiny cock saluting her. "Now!"

The blonde hurriedly locked the front door and flipped over the sign from "Open" to "Close" before any new customers could come in. "I get to be thanked too?"

"Yes, of course!" Marlissa smiled.

Veronica grabbed Ryan's hand, taking him to the back room with Marlissa and Katie trailing behind.

"Where are we going?" Ryan asked as he was lead through racks of clothing.

"My office," Veronica purred.

"Is this okay?" he asked as they stepped into well decorated office with a desk, a couple of chairs, and a leather sofa.

"Don't worry, I bring my boyfriend back here all the time for quickies," the brunette giggled as she undid her skirt, letting to fall around her feet.

Ryan looked at his wife and smiled at him. "Go ahead. I will thank you after this!"