40. Wife's POV [Part 1]

NOTE: This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.



Before walking out, I gave one sneaky glance, just to see if he was upto something. Maybe... he had something in mind like last time. I even walked right beside him on purpose so that its easier for him to tell me. But... nothing.

Frustrated, I finally gave him a look, made sure he saw the dissatisfaction on my face. But that bastard didn't care. He just turned his face away, stretching his arms like he couldn't care less.

He was really going to let this end like that? After making me this damn horny right from the start?

Unbelievable.

He needs to take responsibility for what he started, he can't just act unbothered after riling me up. Fucking Asshole.

While the frustration simmered inside me, a small thought tried to push through.

Or Perhaps… he was genuinely busy today. Maybe he just wanted to wrap things up as quickly as possible. Otherwise, he couldn't possibly ignore me. Yeah, that had to be it, right? I mean, he even complimented me, after all...

I sighed, pressing my palm to my forehead.
God. I need to stop acting so desperate. It's not like it's the end of the world.

Yeah.

I couldn't stop the smile forming on my lips.
This is not the end.

And just like that, we were out the door.

Lina immediately pulled out her phone, focused on the screen as we walked side by side. I tilted my head, trying not to sound too nosy.
"Hm? Lina, you seem pretty busy today. Mind sharing what's got you so quiet?"

She held the screen up toward my face, showing me her phone. "Actually, I wanted to go shopping, so I was just checking for the best clothing stores."

"Oh?" I replied with a touch of curiosity.
"I've only ever been to the mall for shopping so far, and honestly, I haven't bought that many clothes either."

Lina perked up right away. "Well, I already have one place in mind, and it's not far either. So maybe we should check it out together?

I replied with a smile on my face. "Sounds good. What time?"

"How about 4 pm?" she answered with a happy face.

"Done, I'll be on time," I nodded and we parted our ways.

I quickly completed the chores and had a short, refreshing nap. The alarm buzzed about half an hour before 4 p.m., so I got up and got ready as fast as I could. Threw on something light and decent, did my hair half-properly, and by the time I was done, I heard the knock on the door.

I didn't bother telling him anything. He was probably busy upstairs, and we'd be back in an hour at most anyway. No big deal.

Lina and I headed off to the clothing store she had found.

As we walked, she leaned in close, nudging my arm and lowering her voice with that teasing smile on her lips.
"Look," she said, "that guy's literally rubbing his crotch while staring at you."

I blinked, half-thinking she was exaggerating, but when I followed her gaze, she wasn't kidding. He really was doing it.

Instead of being embarrassed, I actually found myself smiling. We were walking through a street full of drooling men, and somehow we were laughing like high school girls ditching class.

A few guys made bold gestures with their tongues and hands. One even called out something dirty I didn't catch fully—though Lina shut him down instantly with one look and kept dragging me forward.

I probably should've been more shocked. But weirdly, I wasn't. I wasn't even uncomfortable. If anything, I felt… oddly amused. Like we were walking through a sea of horny dogs on a leash, and we were just out of reach.

And I'd be lying if I said that little rush didn't make something inside me flutter.

Lina clapped her hands once we stepped into the store, her eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy shop. "Alright, Time to feast," she grinned, grabbing a handful of outfits—some normal, some... definitely not.

I followed her to the trial area, leaning on the wall near her fitting room. The curtain wasn't fully closed, and she didn't really seem to care.

"Okay, tell me how this one looks," she said, stepping out from the changing room.

My mouth dropped and my eyes widened instantly. "W-What the hell are you wearing?"

It was a tight red dress. It was so damn tight, every curve, every part of her body was on full display. From her chest, waist to those wide hips. The neckline dipped low enough to make me blush, and it didn't even cover her thighs.
I could feel the blush reaching all the way to my ears.

Lina just burst into laughter, clearly enjoying the look on my face. "Now, now," she said with a smirk, "I'm just showing you the kind of clothes women like us needs to wear."

"Don't be shy," she added, spinning a slow circle so I got a full view of her ass. "Just sit there and give me your feedback, alright?"

I sat, awkwardly closing my legs. "I-I mean, it's definitely… something," I mumbled, trying not to stare too openly.

She leaned forward slightly, letting her cleavage dangle just enough to make me shake. "So? Does it look hot?"

I swallowed. "It's... too revealing.

"Good," she grinned.

She winked, then disappeared back into the fitting room. I tried not to think about how strangely warm I felt. I'd seen outfits like that before—on models, in videos, sure. But watching someone I knew wearing it, confidently flaunting herself in front of me... it hit different. My thighs shifted slightly, uncomfortable. Or maybe not uncomfortable.

When she came out again, my mouth went dry.

This time, she wore a cropped black top, it stopped just under her chest, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her bra peeked out. Below, a tight, barely-there denim mini skirt that rode so high her toned thighs were completely visible. A small chain dangled around her waist, drawing my eyes lower before I could stop myself.

"Okay, this one?" she asked, striking a sexy pose with one leg out, arms above her head, turning just enough for her ass to pop. "This is my club killer look."

"You seriously wear that outside?" I asked, eyes widening.

She laughed again. "Of course. When you've got a body, you show it off."

"You don't think it's… too much?" I asked, though even I didn't sound convinced.

Her eyes softened slightly as she walked closer, still smiling. "Why should we hide what makes us beautiful? Clothes like this aren't about being vulgar. They're about appreciating what we've got. Confidence, curves, skin... it's all part of being a woman."

I stayed silent, but her words lodged themselves somewhere deep inside my brain. I didn't want to admit it, but watching her stand there so proud, owning every inch of herself—it made me curious. Maybe even envious.

She smirked, seeing the hesitation in my eyes. "Just wait. I've got a few more."

And she did. One after another, she stepped out in outfits that got even more daring. A sheer mesh bodysuit with a thong underneath. A white tube dress so tight it looked like it had been painted to her skin. A bikini top paired with tight jeans to give her ass a perfect round shape.

Each time, she twirled, posed, and teased—hands sliding down her sides, hips swaying, lips curled in a playful smile. And with every look, she threw in little comments, almost like seeds.

"This one's perfect for a summer walk, you'll have them staring for sure."

"Imagine walking past your man in this… I bet he wouldn't blink the rest of the day."

"Confidence, babe. That's all it takes."

I laughed nervously, trying to act like it was all harmless fun. But inside, something was making my heart pound. It wasn't just the clothes. It was the way she wore them. The way she owned them. The way her words made me feel seen. Made me wonder… if maybe she was right.

Maybe there was something thrilling about dressing like that. Something I'd never let myself feel.

Until now.

Lina finally stopped in front of the fitting room mirror, hands on her hips. "Alright. Enough of me showing off." She turned to face me with that playful smirk again. "Now it's your turn."

I blinked. "Wait, what?"

"You heard me." She was already grabbing a handful of clothes off the rack nearby. No hesitation, no second thoughts. Just picked them like she knew exactly what they'd do to me. "You've been staring this whole time. So don't even try to act shy now."

I swallowed. "I wasn't—"

"Please." She shoved the clothes into my arms. "You were drooling."

I looked down. The first thing on top was a tiny halter top that looked like it would barely cover my nipples. It had thin straps that crossed over the chest and left most of the cleavage open. The thrilling nervous started blooming inside my womb.

Below it was an even more scandalous piece. A black mesh dress—no lining, just sheer fabric that would show everything underneath. Lace trimming at the hem and neckline like it was trying to pretend to be elegant.

Then came a skirt. Or at least what she called a skirt. It was short enough that I didn't need to bend over to flash my ass.

"This one's for your husband," Lina said with a playful smile, flicking the hem with her finger. "At home. No panties allowed."

I tried to laugh it off, but I could feel the heat building up between my thighs.
"You're impossible…" I mumbled, avoiding her eyes—mostly because I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or imagine it.

She leaned in, whispering now, "This one's for the perverts outside." She held up a pink tank top with slits down both sides, the kind that would flutter and open every time I moved. "Give them a little treat. Nothing wrong with that, right?"

I just stood there holding everything, my breath getting faster. What the hell is wrong with me? Why is this making me so excited? Its... just clothes. More revealing than what I wear, but it's still clothes. But something about it all—the teasing, the boldness, the way Lina flaunted herself—it was stirring something twisted in me. The idea of slipping into something like that, of standing in front of the mirror and seeing myself differently, it lit something up inside me. Something I wasn't supposed to feel.

It was just us here. Just two women.

But somehow, it felt like the whole world would be watching me once I stepped out in any of those outfits. Like the mirrors had eyes. Like the air itself would wrap around my bare skin and whisper filthy things in my ears.

"I… I don't know if these will even fit me," I said quietly, still staring down.

Lina raised an eyebrow. "They'll fit. Trust me. You've got a better body than you think. And these?" She plucked the sheer mesh dress from the pile in my arms and let it dangle from her finger. "These are made to appreciate that body."

There was no denying it. I was turned on. Just standing there in the middle of the changing area, holding those slutty outfits, my nipples had already stiffened under my bra. I felt the low heat stirring in my stomach.

Lina grinned, like she could read everything I was thinking. "Come on," she said, "I'll be waiting. Try them. You might end up loving the way you look."

I bit my lip, finally stepping in and pulling the curtain behind me. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the first top. The fabric felt light, soft, like it belonged to someone wilder than me.