Getting My Clothes Back Ch. 03

Day two, Tuesday, I had to go to the supermarket to buy some food, as I was seriously low on supplies. I knew I had not much to spend, but I was not about to go hungry or order deliveries all the time. So I put on my scoop neck t-shirt and miniskirt, this time with my panties under them. I wanted to feel at least a little bit decent on the outings where I was not about to lose my clothes.

The walk to the supermarket was rather uneventful. It was another great summer day, and it was kinda fun to have the girls bounce around in my shirt. I also knew that if I bent over it would be all on display to whoever cared to look. I checked that in the mirror. That scoop neck allowed for it to fall all the way down, showing everything. I had to be careful there!

In the supermarket I got quite some looks, especially after the cool air-con managed to stiffen up my nipples. For some reason the things I was looking for were all placed on the lower shelves, no really, that was the case, and my bending down gave some lucky shoppers a nice view down my shirt. Flashing couples was definitely the most fun, I thought one girl was about to hit her partner for looking at me too obviously. Good times. Admittedly I looked at items I didn’t really need, too. Eventually I got what I needed, paid and walked back home.

That evening I was thinking about the next day, my meeting with Morgan, and, presumably, her husband. I remembered him very well, our dances at the company event. I was so wet. He was so hard, I felt him as we danced. He did not make any effort to hide this, on the contrary, and kept his hands only just from the “forbidden” areas as we did our interpretation of dirty dancing. Nor did I do anything to avoid contact with his bulge. To the casual observer it may have looked a bit like dry humping, I’m not sure.

Luckily my vibrators were still accessible, not locked in the wardrobe or so. It really helped me to get through the evening and fall asleep.

Second adventure — Morgan’s husband’s birthday.

Finally Wednesday, day 3, arrived. It started off with a boring morning doing household chores, but after a simple lunch it was time to set off to my appointment with Morgan. I couldn’t keep my mind off of her husband.

But first things first, getting to that club of hers. She told me no need to dress up, and considering my upcoming dinner and an arts exhibition I wanted to keep the nicer clothes for those occasions. I went for the same outfit as the day before, sans panties as it was my only set. I just had to be really careful along the way. I put on a set of my heels, not wanting to have to part with my flip flops just yet. A bit an odd combination but it would have to do. In certain parts of town it wouldn’t have taken long to get rate requests if I’d be standing on the sidewalk dressed like that.

The bus ride to her club was mostly uneventful. Of course I attracted quite some stares, making the day of the wimpy college kid that was standing next to me, his gaze straight down my shirt for most of the ride. I pretended to not notice him, but secretly enjoyed the attention and the bulge in his pants. I can’t help but wonder what would have happened had he known about my lack of panties. When my stop approached I got up, gave him a smile, and rubbed my chest against his as I squeezed by him. His red, embarrassed face was icing on the cake.

This “club” Morgan told me to go to turned out to be a sauna in the clubhouse of an upmarket apartment building. So that’s why she told me there was no need to dress up. The schedule posted at the entrance told me at this hour the sauna was for ladies only.

I walked up to the reception desk, and told the pretty young thing behind the counter that I was here by invitation. I gave my name, and a moment later she gave me a visitor’s pass and I was allowed in.

The place was beautiful. Marble floors, shiny walls, just gorgeous. This couple were clearly well off, living in a place like this. The changing room was empty, and a moment later I had my clothes and purse safely tucked away in a locker. A quick shower later I moved on to the main sauna room, where I found Morgan sitting on a towel. She had a great body for a woman her age, I thought. Full breasts with limited sag, nipples proudly pointing forward. She quite certainly never had children. Mine are hanging a bit more, while they’re smaller and she has quite some years on me. Slightly greying hair falling in thick strands on her shoulders and behind her back.

“Charlee, good to see you,” she greeted me. “Come and have a seat, it’s really nice here.”

I put down my towel next to Morgan, and sat down. She obviously checked me out as I walked towards her.

Morgan knew all about the lost clothes scheme, and made me talk about my experience so far. I told her everything, from the Speedos guy to the dune pan to the bloke almost getting slapped by his girl for looking at me.

“Your husband must really love you, for setting almanbahis you up for such good entertainment while he’s gone”, Morgan said.

Then finally Morgan revealed what she had in mind for me.

“Do you remember meeting us at this company function, two years ago?” she asked.

“I do,” I said.

“You spent most of the evening dancing with my husband, Jonathan. You looked like you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“Just a few songs,” I protested, feeling embarrassed on being called out by his wife, and the realisation that I didn’t know his name until now. Jonathan.

“No matter, Jonathan remembers it very well, too. I know he very much enjoyed dancing with you, and that evening we had great sex. He was so turned on. Sometimes I mention the event to him while we’re in bed, it is guaranteed to get him excited again. I like to tease him with it, knowing that he won’t follow up on it. He’s mine, though we both like to play a bit now and then. That never included sex, though, just flirting and so. Like what you two did at the party.

Allen mentioned his upcoming trip and plans for you to me a few weeks ago over lunch, asking what I thought about it. I was shocked and surprised at first, as colleagues we now and then have lunch together but we had never talked about something nearly this personal. I didn’t answer right away, but it did set the machinery in my head in motion. I realised Jonathan’s birthday was right in that period, and then I thought maybe I can give him something very special for his birthday today — you. As long as you agree, of course.”

I swallowed. This was unexpected. Of course I was in for this, I was from the moment I saw who Morgan is and I remembered her husband, and that evening.

“I’m game,” I told her.

“Just as Allen said you would be.”

I laughed. “He no doubt remembers the night after.”

“No surprise. Jonathan claims he could smell your excitement when you danced with him, and that you did all you could to maintain physical contact while dancing. Under duress of a withheld orgasm he actually admitted that if he were to stray, you would be worth the risk.”

I felt my face turn red in embarrassment, and I looked away from Morgan. That was too much information. Way too much.

“Don’t worry, I don’t blame you. He’s hot. That’s why I married him all those years ago!”

We spent another half an hour or so in the sauna, chatting about other things. Jonathan was due to come home at about six, and he had promised Morgan not to be late for the birthday dinner she would prepare for him.

An hour before he was due to come home, Morgan started to prepare me as his present. She undressed me, then went over my body with a fine comb to make sure I looked my best. A subtle bit of makeup on my face, removing a few stray hairs from my eyebrows, a bit of correction at my pubic bush, and finally some dabs of cologne at strategic spots. Finally she did a little bit of wrapping up. She took some brightly coloured ribbons, and wrapped them around my body, covering my nipples and pussy but not much else.

She had arranged for a large cardboard box, large enough for a person to sit in. I had to crouch down, it took me a while to find a comfortable position as I would have to stay in there for quite some time, waiting for Jonathan to return home. Morgan gave me a little stool to sit on inside the box, that helped a lot. I was nervously waiting in the dark, quickly losing my sense of time.

As I sat in my box I heard Morgan rumbling around the apartment. I heard the sound of cooking, of cutlery being placed on the table. What would he think of me? Would he still be interested? The anticipation was killing me. I couldn’t help but think back to the party, the dance, the feel of his hands on my body, his cock hard in his pants. The thought alone made me excited, the prospect of being allowed to have him for the night did the rest. I was soaking wet. I wonder if Morgan could smell my excitement outside the box, Jonathan would definitely be able to smell it when he finally got to unwrap his present.

It seemed like ages before I finally heard the front door, Jonathan had returned home. The anticipation in me grew exponentially, as did my embarrassment the moment I felt liquid dripping out of my pussy, wetting the stool. I was that turned on already. Morgan should have given me a towel. Too late for that.

“Hi honey, happy birthday!” I heard Morgan say, followed by a few seconds of silence. I think they were kissing their hellos.

“What’s cooking? It smells delicious.”

“I promised you a good birthday dinner! That’s what’s cooking,” Morgan replied. She continued, “I also got you a very special birthday present. It’s in the living room.”

Morgan sounded excited, as if she couldn’t wait to show her husband what she had for him. I was in for that, I didn’t want to stay longer in this box than strictly needed. I was so nervous, how would he react? Please let this part almanbahis yeni giriş get over with.

“Wow, that’s a big present!” Jonathan said.

“Go ahead, open it!” Morgan urged him on.

I heard the wrapping paper being removed, and a bit of light came through the top. Then as the top was opened, I jumped up, facing the direction I guessed Jonathan was standing, and spread my arms. I was pretty close, just a minor correction was needed to really face him.

“Ta-daa!” I exclaimed, then laughed at Jonathan’s dumbfounded face. It was clearly the last he expected to happen.

“Remember Charlee?” Morgan said.

Jonathan’s eyes went back and forth between me and his wife. “Charlee. Yes, of course I remember her. But… why? How?”

“She’s your birthday present, honey. Tonight she’ll share the bed with you. Tomorrow it’s boring old me again, but tonight you get this hot young thing. I hope you like your present.”

It’s been a very long time since I’ve been called a hot young thing, but I’ll take it. Compared to them I am indeed kinda young. I put up what I thought to be my cutest smile, and tilted my head a little. I put my hands flat together and held them next to my head.

Jonathan turned to his wife, and grabbed her in a firm embrace, kissing her deeply. After breaking the kiss, he told her, “this is the best birthday present ever. I never expected I’d see her again, I saw that dance as simply a fun random encounter. She’s as hot as I remember, if not more so, wrapped like this. I love you so much.”

“Do you want to unwrap her now, or after dinner? She’ll of course be joining us. She also needs to eat well.”

“Mmm… Make that after dinner. Something to look forward to, and a bit less distraction from your great cooking.”

The three of us sat down on the table for our dinner. Morgan had cooked really well, and they were good company. Both of them seemed to have difficulty keeping their eyes off of my body, especially as my boobs wiggled visibly with every movement, my areolas peeking around the ribbons. We took our time, chatting over dinner, dessert and Irish coffee. Just your regular small talk, no mention of my state of dress or even much in the way of sexual innuendo.

After clearing the table, Morgan hugged her husband from behind, facing me. Then she turned her head towards her husband and said, “Now what would you like to do with your present, honey?”

“Why don’t we start where we left off back then,” he replied. “Some music would be nice.”

Morgan walked to the stereo, and selected some evergreen ballad channel on Spotify. Jonathan stretched out his arm towards me, and taking his invitation I walked towards him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me towards him. I returned his embrace, thinking back to that evening, two years ago. I already could feel his hard cock pressing against me. That is indeed where we left off. The difference being, of course, that now we had the explicit permission, no I should say expectation, of both our spouses to not leave it at this.

“This is for sure the best birthday present ever,” Jonathan said to his wife as we danced. “I’ll remember this one forever. But how? Why?”

“It was actually Allen’s idea.”

“Allen?”

“Her husband. My colleague.”

I realised Jonathan hardly knew anything about me. Indeed we did not even exchange names while dancing at that party. He was silent, he appeared to be in deep thought for a moment, but never stopped moving to the music or exploring my body with his hands. Just like he did at the party, but now without my clothing in the way.

“So Allen is allowing his wife to be given to someone else’s husband as a birthday gift. He doesn’t even know me.”

I listened to their conversation as I pressed myself against Jonathan, enjoying his body heat, taking in his smell. He was as hot as I remembered him. He did sound a bit uncertain, and felt a bit less confident than when feeling me up at the party, even though that was in public.

“That’s correct. Tonight she’s all yours.”

A few times his hands dropped down to my ass, giving me a nice squeeze. His confidence returned now his wife reconfirmed the deal. As we continued to dance he finally started to remove the ribbons that Morgan packaged me in, slowly causing them to fall down to the floor, leaving me completely naked. Not wanting to be left out I moved my arms in between us, and started to tug on his shirt buttons, and pushed the garment aside.

Jonathan looked at his wife. “You’re amazing, you know that?” He led our dance over to her so he could bend over and give her a kiss, all the while never letting go of me. Just like a child with a new toy.

It felt good to have my skin against his hairy chest, my hands on his bare back under his shirt. I rubbed my body against his crotch, he was so hard. I noticed Morgan had made herself comfortable on the sofa, she looked mesmerised at us. I was seriously aroused almanbahis giriş after a full day of anticipation followed by Jonathan’s gentle touch, my pussy literally dripping, leaving wet spots on Jonathan’s pants.

After dancing like this for another song I couldn’t stop myself. I had to get his pants down. I unbuckled his belt, and pushed down his pants and boxers in one go, releasing his hard cock. It was a beauty. Next I pushed the rest of his clothes off of his shoulders, and we were dancing naked. Well, dancing? Dry humping would have been a better description. Morgan would not take her eyes off of us, she seemed to enjoy this just as much as I did.

In my heels Jonathan was about the same height as me, making him a bit shorter than hubby. I decided to try something I had never been able to do before. I lifted one leg, grabbed his hard cock, and guided him inside of me — still standing up. His face froze for a moment as he realised what I just did, but then we danced again, now joined at the hips. It felt really good. I looked at Morgan, who was watching us in awe, one hand in her crotch.

Unfortunately it did not take long for him to cum. Half a song maybe. Honestly I was not too surprised after our extended foreplay, but I also knew the night was young, and hopefully he was up for at least a second time before my time with him was up. A second time that would last a lot longer.

“Sorry about that, she denied me for the past week, that and your sexy beauty got me a bit on edge,” Jonathan whispered in my ear. “The next time will last a lot longer, I promise.”

In response I smiled and gave him a kiss. I was on edge, too, and really couldn’t blame him. As I let him slip out of me, I noticed Morgan looking at me.

“Come here, sweetheart,” she said. “Let me taste that. Let me taste his cum with your special sauce.”

I didn’t expect this at all, but walked over to the sofa, Jonathan’s cum and my juices thick on my legs. Morgan directed me down, then buried her face in my crotch, and started sucking. She very quickly found the good places, and it didn’t take long for her to get me to a screaming orgasm. As mentioned, I was on edge, too.

“That was awesome,” Morgan murmured. “I never tasted anything this good.” She then looked at Jonathan and said, “Take her to the bedroom, and enjoy your present. She’s yours all night.”

He came to me, took me by the hand, and led me to the master bedroom. A large room with a huge bed, where he put me down before laying down next to me, kissing me, gently and slowly now the edge had been taken off. One hand was playing with my nipples, I felt my arousal growing again.

He then moved down to my nipples, taking one in his mouth, still playing with the other. He took his time. I just laid back, eyes closed, enjoying his ministrations. His tongue on my nipples, on my belly, on my pussy. It was wonderful. He almost made me cum again, but didn’t. He managed to keep me on the edge for a good while, before his tongue left me, and I felt him straddle me.

His hands grabbed my breasts, and I felt his hard cock pressing on my chest. He pushed my breasts together, and started to titty fuck me. My boobs are just barely big enough for this, but he made it work. I opened my eyes, looking down at my boobs, and his cock head peeking out every time he slid it towards me. I tried to lick it, but most of the time he kept it just out of reach, teasing me. Finally he pushed further up, and placed his cock in my mouth. I eagerly sucked him, he felt so good, tasting really great. He supported my head with his hand, controlling my movement. He was basically face fucking me. I was his sex toy, to be enjoyed by him, and I enjoyed it as well.

He reached behind him, and placed his hand on my pussy, fingering me as I sucked his dick. I was very wet, he had no problem slipping a finger in. When he was satisfied with my wetness he pulled back his cock, and turned me onto my hands and knees. I opened my legs slightly, curving my back to make my butt stick out a little more as I wiggled a little. I felt his hands rubbing my buns. I was so ready for him.

Looking forward I saw Morgan was in the room with us, facing me, looking at me, her legs spread and her hands in her panties. I didn’t notice her coming in. How long had she been watching us? She was making eye contact with me as Jonathan drove his hard shaft into me, then she looked up a bit, probably looking at her husband. It was mesmerising. He drove me hard, and it did not take long for me to come to a big orgasm, followed by a second one, before he finally shot his second load of the evening in my wanting pussy. Morgan’s movements and facial expression told me she was coming as well.

I dropped myself on my back on the bed, and Jonathan lay down next to me, panting heavily. I looked at him, he looked at me. I pulled his head in for a deep kiss. Just as we locked lips I felt movement between my legs. Morgan was pushing my legs apart, and again started eating me out again. Jonathan and I continued to kiss as Morgan ate me out. He started pawing my boobs, his hands felt so strong. This was possibly the hottest thing that has ever been done to me, and she quickly got me to yet another orgasm.