Yesterday my husband, Jez took me up into the Yorkshire Dales for a day out We stopped in a market town for lunch and as we walked back to the car mid afternoon I spotted a lovely little lingerie shop. Blonde and petite in my early thirties with a big sex drive, I love to dress in sexy lingerie. Jez appreciates my looking good and never hesitates to fund my excesses when it comes to buying underwear. He’s a bit of a watcher and approves of my occasional extra marital activity always making me tell him what I’ve done in minute detail. He’d love to watch but as yet he’s had to make do with watching me dress to go out on a date and see me disrobe when I get home whilst telling him all about my adventure. The shop assistant was in her late forties I guess, with a large build without being fat and short black hair. She smiles as she welcomes us into the shop, introduces herself as Moira and asks if she can help. I explain that I am looking for some nice matching bras and panties – size 10 or 12 dependent on manufacturer and 34” B cup bra. And I’d like the bra padded to enhance my rather small bust. Jez was looking around and pointing out styles he liked. I finally had hold of half a dozen sets and asked Moira if I could try them on. “I’m sorry but the changing facilities are in the throes of being decorated. Are you in town long?” “Just for the day”, I replied. “If you come back at five o’clock I’ll shut the shop and you can try them on in here.” “I can’t change in the shop window”. “The security shutters will be down behind the window display, so no one will see into the shop”. “We’ll go for a wander and come back at five Moira, if you’ll put those to one side” Jez said pointing at garments I was clutching. Jez hustled me back for five on the dot. ”You fancy Moira don’t you!” “No – she’s hardly a looker is she Suzy? But there is something about her.” I knew what he meant. As we entered the shop Moira turned the door sign to “Closed”, locked the door and drew down the security shutters. I came over all bashful, which is unusual for me – perhaps it was because I wasn’t dressed in my sexiest gear – jeans, trainers and white t-shirt with some M&S cotton knickers. I turned my back to Jez and Moira and slipped off my t and quickly put one of the bras on. “Let’s see” Moira said. I turned around, my face flushed with embarrassment. She came over to me and adjusted the garment. Jez wasn’t looking over keen on it. Moira said “This style of bra is more for my figure than yours Suzy”. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Look” she said as she pulled her cashmere jumper over her ample breasts and off over her head. She took my hands and placed them under her boobs, “Weigh them” she said. She slipped her hands behind her back, undid the clasp and shrugged out of her bra. I jerked my hands away and held them at my side, somewhat confused. Her large breasts dropped without her garment support. They weren’t horribly saggy but neither were they the stuff of centrefolds. She took me by the wrists and placed my hands under her breasts again, “Now feel the weight” and yes, they were heavy. “That’s what my bras have to support. Now turn round”. I did as I was bid and she undid my bra and pushed it down my arms. I caught a twinkle in Jez’s eye as I turned to face Moira again. She cupped my boobs “And these are perfect, smooth, pert and firm. These don’t need support. These need dressing.” “So what would you suggest?” I asked, her hands still fondling my boobs, fingers circling my nipples. She let go of me and went to a rack and brought back a white shear bra and panty set. “You put that on” she said handing me the garments, turned and picked out a half cup bra which she put on. “This is what I wear for my husband because I need the support and it makes my tits look firm and sexy with my nipples accessible” cupping her own boobs and tweaking her big nipples erect. “Your boobs are filling that material and look so sexy leaving little to the imagination in that shear material.” I looked over to Jez who was boggled eyed leaning on the counter with a definite bulge in his trousers. “What do you think Darling?” “Put the panties on”, he said. I kicked off my trainers and peeled my jeans off, knickers followed and I jumped into the shear panties. Moira came over to me, dropped to her knees and started to adjust the elastic band around my legs and waist. She stood and circled me, stroking the material on each cheek of my bottom and then ran her fingers over the material up the length of my pussy, cleverly catching my clit which sent a small shudder through me. “Completely hairless, mmmmmmmmmm, men love that” she whispered. There was a lot of banging from the back of the shop and I jumped. Moira in her skirt and half cup bra walked to the rear of the shop and out through a door. “Do you like these?” I asked Jez. “I think so” he replied. I walked over to him and grabbed his todger through his trousers, “I know so” I said as I kissed him passionately. “It’s just my husband Jim and his pal Kevin” Moira shouted from the other side of the door, “You don’t mind them coming in do you?” I bloody well did but Jez replied “No problem Moira.” I thumped him and folded my hands across my chest as a couple of chaps followed Moira back into the shop. “Don’t mind them Suzy, my tits are out on display aren’t they” as she jiggled them. “Now I think those look great but you need something to go with them “ “What?” I asked. “Come here Moira” Jim shouted from the sofa at the other side of the shop, Kevin sat beside him. As she approached, “Turn around” he undid her skirt and she stepped out of it as she walked back to me. She was wearing stockings and suspenders – no panties, pussy bald and a little sparkle glinted between her legs as she walked. A piercing of some sort. “What do you think Jez?” “Yes, the ensemble isn’t complete somehow Moira” he grinned. He was loving this! “Go and let Jim and Kevin have a look at you and see what they think” she said looking at me. As I walked over to the sofa, ever so self conscious, arms still folded across my chest , Kevin, a man in his mid fifties by the look of him, like Jim, about six foot tall, slim with lined craggy features with salt and pepper hair – although Jim’s head was as bald as his wife’s pussy - was drooling. Jim crudely shouted “No point covering your tits when we can see your snatch luv”. I stood in front of them, feeling Jez’s eyes on me from behind. “Don’t be bashful Suzy, a second opinion is required here!” Fuming I though “Fuck you husband dear” and unfolded my arms slowly and placed my hands on my hips, standing at ease. “So, what do you think boys?” I asked. Neither of them were in any way attractive but I was livid with Jez for encouraging this farce. Moira crossed the room and stood behind the sofa leaning forward with an arm around each of their shoulders. “That style suits her doesn’t it. Feel the weight of these” she invited them supporting her own breasts. They turned and each took hold of one of her boobs and caressed them. “Now compare with Suzy’s” she offered. I looked at their old faces as they turned to me and reached up to hold my breasts. Kevin was breathless as he reached up to me and stroked me through the thin material. Bald Jim was already tweaking my left nipple on the other side whilst staring up into my face. Jez walked around to see what was happening and the two chaps ceased fondling me and sat back. “But you could do with stockings to complete the look” Jim said. Moira wandered off returning with some flesh coloured hold-ups and handed them to me. I found the two blokes unattractive – as well as the middle aged shop owner and was having difficulty finding the situation I was in plausible. But here I was. And strangely aroused. My pussy is often wet and wanting, I guess wearing sexy undies and exposing myself to strangers who then fondled me was exciting in a repulsive kind of way. Clearly Jez was enjoying it all and I was damned if I was going to be bettered by him. Stood facing the sofa I put my right foot into the stocking and then planted my foot on the sofa between Kevin’s legs as I rolled the stocking up my leg. I could see the bulge in his trousers. I repeated the process with my left leg between Jim’s legs, his eyes fixed on the crutch of my see through panties. “That material goes completely transparent when wet – you pissed yourself or just pleased to see me?” Irritated by his crudeness, I stepped away, Moira coming to my side and unashamedly reaching down to the front of my pants declared “These are so wet, they’ll have to come off”. She sank to her knees in front of me and took hold of the elastic waist and eased them over my hips. They clung to my wet pussy before springing down to my knees under Moira’s guidance. I stepped out of them. Moira’s face was inches from my groin. She inhaled deeply through her nose, eyes closed “You smell good enough to eat”. Her breath was warm on my wet lips. Her nose snuggled in between them and her tongue started licking at me. She moved her tongue up to my clit and with luscious circling movement soon had me moaning with pleasure. My legs were twitching, she pulled back and indicated I should sit on the sofa. I found myself between Kevin and Jim. Moira went to stand with Jez behind the sofa. Kevin had his cock out, rubbing it up and down. He took hold of my hand and placed it on his throbbing manhood, a veiny rod of 8 inches, circumcised. Jim was fondling my boobs as I wanked Kevin. Jim pulled my bra over my boobs and put his lips around my nipple, nibbling it encouraging it to become fully erect. His hand was between my legs as I stroked his now sweaty bald head, pulling him to me. I felt Kevin raise his hips and slide out of his trousers and pants, fumbling for something as he did so. I reached over to Jim’s lap, feeling for his cock. Pulling back from me he undid his trousers and slipped them down. His hand behind my neck guided my face onto his meat. He was small, four or five inches, uncut with a really big girth. I struggled to get him in my mouth. Kevin was manoeuvring behind me. I stopped sucking Jim and said “Condom”. “He’s wearing one Darling” said Jez as he reached over the sofa and stroked my bobbing head. I reached up and squeezed his hand just as I felt Kevin enter me. I was in heaven. Kevin’s cock was long and reaching parts that were enjoying the pounding but I was a bit uncomfortable lying on my right side with my head in Jim’s lap and Kevin screwing me sideways. I wondered how Jim’s thick meat would feel inside me. “All change” I said seeing Jez leaning on the sofa as I stood, his eyes opening and shutting, smiling and jerking a little. I looked over the back of the sofa to see Moira sucking his dick. “Round here you” I said taking his hand and motioning him in front of me. Jim was putting on his condom and I told him to lie down on the sofa and straddled him, easing his thick throbbing prick into my soaking cunt. “I’ve still two vacancies Jez – which one do you want?” He pulled my head towards his bobbing cock. “Round the back then Kevin”. I stopped moving on Jim’s cock as I felt Kevin start to put his prick in my ass. It hurt in a delicious way and soon he was fucking my hole with hard deliberate thrusts and I started moving on Jim’s cock in rhythm. Holding Jez’s delightful prick in my hand I looked up at him and asked “Happy?” His smile was answer enough. “Where do you want the boys to shoot?” “On your face” he mumbled. I took him in my mouth and allowed him to fuck my throat. After a couple of minutes I was gagging and pushed him back to lick his helmet and balls whilst wanking him. The grinding of my clit against Jim was bringing me towards a massive orgasm which quite took me by surprise. No sooner had I come than Kevin pulled his cock out of my bum and rushed to face me. Jez stood aside and I grabbed hold of him and pulled him off closing my eyes as he spurted thick cum all over my face. Jim freed himself from beneath me and I rolled on my back. Jez came round and thrust his cock deep inside me – it was delicious to feel skin in there – Jims condom was off and he was wanking over my face, his balls in my mouth. He pulled back and directed is jizz at me, his balls contracting as he squirted load after load onto my cheeks and mouth. Before he’d finished spurting, Jez had pulled out and was jerking himself off aiming for my face from above. I can’t remember him coming with such ferocity before. It was amazing! Moira helped me clean up and I asked if she often facilitated such gatherings for her customers. “We belong to a swinging club and Jez had pre-arranged this with us. Didn’t you know?” We left the shop, Jez paid for three sets of underwear, all the same style in shear material – in white, black and flesh coloured. He looked disappointed when I said it would save going back again for a while!