Tries on different clothes

As Aram led Abbey towards a set of racks which were set up, she looked back to see Shirat leaning over to hand George his glass of wine. She felt a momentary pang of jealously followed by intense arousal as George looked on in lust.

“So, Baqarat, you enjoyed showing your husband the shields?” Aram asked.

Abbey smiled, “Yes, and so did he. I actually kind of figured out I could do the twirling while I was riding him.”

Aram pouted, “Ahh, and here I was hoping I was going to teach you that,” he said with a laugh, “I do hope I can teach you other things, though.”

Abbey blushed further at his comments. “Well, we will have to see.”

Aram nodded, “So first, I thought that you should try on this one.” He said as he pulled a black and sequined number off the rack. Again, the fabric was transparent, with only the sequins to hide anything. It was an off the shoulder single piece that would leave her right shoulder bare and reveal her left leg right up to her hip.

Abbey took the dress from him and then realised something. “Um, Aram, the changing curtain is gone?”

Aram nodded, “To give us more space, and you have nothing that I and George have not seen, do you?”

Abbey bit her lip before thinking to herself, fuck it. “And will you be helping me get a good fit like yesterday?” she asked.

Aram nodded, “Your husband does not know these clothes; he can’t help you get a good fit. I can.”

Abbey smiled, “And you get to have a grope in the process?”

The storekeeper smiled broadly. “If it would make you feel better, you can grope me as well.”

Abbey laughed before handing the dress back to him and peeling her top off. She looked over her shoulder at George. She was standing between Aram and George, so she was exposing her bust to the shopkeeper. George grinned broadly just as Shirat fed him a date. George’s eyes quickly came back to Abbey as she pulled her skirt and panties off in one motion. Shirat sat on George’s knee and said something to him. Abbey’s husband just nodded.

Abbey took the dress from Aram and slipped it over her head. Then Aram started to position the dress. His hands started at her hips, pulling the dress down a little more. He then felt the higher side and helped pull that down, his fingers deftly gracing her pubic mound in the process.

Abbey signed at his touch before he directed her to turn around. She did so, and he reached over her right shoulder to help lift her breasts into position. The whole time Aram squeezed her breasts Abbey stared at her husband’s face.

Aram then zipped her up, and after a few more rubs of his hand, nodded. “Perfect fit. Now let us see how it moves.”

He stepped back, and Abbey started to dance slowly while she watched Shirat stroking George’s neck. Aram shook his head, “You need more lessons Baqarat.” He stepped up behind her, and she could feel his cock pressing against her already. Suddenly she became aware that if Aram wanted to fuck her George would do little but cheer it on.