Lori had gotten up first that morning. She had filled a small makeup bag with essentials. She had put on the underwear she had hidden under her jeans and left on the edge of the bath the night before. Harry had tried for intercourse last night, but she had claimed she was tired and had snuggled up to him; instead, imagining it was Chris, who she’d met at the supermarket. She did feel slightly guilty, but it hadn't interrupted her fantasy.

She slipped her legs through the crotch-less panties. (She had never before worn anything like it, and although slightly insecure, she loved them!) After all, he had picked them for her.

She snapped them in place and pulled on the bra, which she noticed had open slits at the nipples. It was slightly tight on her (and obviously not the comfiest of designs) but also the feeling of it digging made it worth it. She pulled on the light blue jeans and a little purple jumper she had always thought of as cute.

She got the kids to go get ready for school, prepared their lunches and kissed Harry goodbye.

Once his car was out the drive, she ran upstairs and plastered on the make-up. She knew it was total overkill, but Chris had been very clear. She continued to ‘layer and coat’ until she felt her face was caked. She selected red, four-inch, shiny heels. She wondered if she should stop at a store and go bigger, but decided to go with what she had.

"Mom, why so much make-up?" her older daughter asked.

"Just using up the last of it, you know; so, I can get more."

The girl accepted it, and helped her sister into the car.

They drove to the school and she walked them around, holding their bags and lunches. She kissed them ‘bye’, handed them the stuff, and waited for them to go in.

The underwear was more uncomfortable now, but it seemed more pleasurable, also.

A couple of the other mothers approached her. "We missed you yesterday, Lori. You missed the gossip and a coffee."

Normally she would have loved to hear what the latest scandal was, but she smiled and said she needed to dash. She could tell the woman had been surprised by the amount of makeup she had slapped on today, and she wanted to scream, “That’s right, I'm wearing it because my lover wants me to!”

But she kept quiet, smiled again, and went back to the car.

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She had sat in the car for what seemed like a lifetime! Harry had phoned her and asked if she could throw a last-minute party on Saturday at the house, since the venue had been over-booked and a lot of clients were coming over. This wasn't an unusual request, and she was always good at it. She also enjoyed it.

"I need to go, sweetheart. The girls are here, going for lunch," she told her husband.

She hung up the phone and locked the car before heading into the shopping center. The underwear was unforgiving and unforgettable as it continued to ride and dig into her body. She got to the cafe and looked inside, but he wasn't there, yet, from what she could see. The place was quiet.

"Hey."

She jumped around to see him there. He had a pair of similar colored jeans on that hung from him, making him look skinny and unwell, but she didn't care.

He had on a plain white t-shirt and was holding a cheap, carrier bag.

"Hi." She looked around to see if anyone they knew was about.

"Don't I get a hug?" he asked.

She immediately rushed into his arms. She kissed him before moving to speak quietly in his ear. She found she was now easily taller than him.

"I'm wearing the underwear for you," she murmured.

"Yum."

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They moved to a table. He placed the bag on the seat in the furthest booth (the one with the high backrests) then sat on the opposite side.

"Black coffee," he said.

She realized he intended her to go get the drinks!

"Oh, right. Okay. Anything else, A cake, or Danish, maybe?"

He tapped the side of her ass, then said, "Think I will wait for my dessert, till later."

She smiled before striding away, swinging her hips, knowing he was watching. She returned with the drinks and sat down. Although busier now, still, no one sat close, and the deep booth offered seclusion.

They chatted a while and had a second round of coffee, (gotten by her, obviously.) She told him about the party plans and other things.

"So… this party… Will your husband know everyone there?"

"Most, although he will let me invite some other people, like other parents from school, and so on."

"Would he notice me, there?"

"No, but I would. I would want you to mount me when you came through the door!"

He laughed, and she was going to tell him she was serious, but decided to leave it.

"Okay, so keep me informed about the plans for the party on Saturday. I want you to get me in. I'll mingle a while and stay away from your hubby. Then, when you don't expect it, BANG! I'll have you."

She loved it when he spoke the ‘bang’ louder.

"So, I have an empty house,” she teased. “Fancy another coffee, at mine?"

He signaled to the bag next to her, that she had forgotten about.

"No,” he said. “Think we will leave the house visit till the weekend. I have something in mind for today, but it’s not open till 1:00, so think we will do a bit of shopping for your Saturday dress, before then."

She took the bag. "I think I’ve spent enough on shopping recently." She lifted her jumper up to her chin to show the new bra.

"If I tell you to spend, you do it! Okay?"

It was the first time she had seen any anger from him. It shocked her, but also excited her.

"Of course, I'm sorry."

He signaled to the bag, again. She pulled out a long, black, ladies' raincoat, about knee length, then a foil, red, cheap-looking mini-dress from the bag. She guessed it was straight from one of the seedy online sex sites.

"Don't worry; it’s not for the party. It’s for where we’re going next."

They left the cafe and went to several shops. She carried the bag with her at all times. He picked out a sexy leopard-print dress, knee-length, with a sexy slit. She thought it would be inappropriate at such a business get-together, but he had picked it. And she was sure, although it looked cheap, her figure and looks (combined with the right accessories) could make it look passable.

"So, now the shopping's done, what's the plan?"

He smiled and took her by the hand to the toilets.

"Put the red dress on; then fasten the coat."

She made her way along to the first available cubicle and changed. The dress was cheaper than she thought. The tight flimsy material stretched as she smoothed it out the best she could, and she knew the panties and bra outlines were visible through the material. She slipped on the coat and did up the buttons. She was happy the coat was that little bit longer, down to the knees. She slid her jeans and jumper into the bag and met him back outside.

He smiled. "Let’s get this to your car, shall we? Take the bra off when you’re there."

They stopped off at the car and dropped in the new dress and the clothes she had arrived in. She looked around before undoing the coat and struggling with the bra. She had to do a trick she hadn't done since college, where she pulled it off through the jacket sleeves, before dropping it in the bag with the new dress. She left her phone and only took her car keys and her purse in the shallow pockets of the new jacket.

He walked her past the shops and down a small street. Although she had asked several times, he only told her it was a surprise and that she would love it. She had never been in this direction before and knew it was in need of renovation, but when she was with him it seemed to be okay.

Soon they had stopped at a large doorway. She looked at the seedy, older men, roughly dressed, standing outside smoking. She realized she must look like a million dollars to them, even in a cheap raincoat and plastered with make-up. She looked up at the sign above the door, *ADULT CINEMA*.

"Here?" she asked.

He smiled and pulled her inside. "Yep."

She paid for two tickets to see “Deep inside Terra.” She followed him and seemed to be the only female in the place! All eyes were on her as they approached a red velvet curtain. He pulled it aside for her, and she saw the movie had started, already. The hall was well lit compared to a normal cinema. He took her jacket, and she was immediately uncomfortable with what she was wearing.

He took her arm. "You look great. Don't hide what you have."

She felt strong and sexy.

He led her to the front row. The seats were red leather and were more like sofas.

She knew all eyes had been on her from the moment she walked in. About half a dozen men watched her in the sexy little dress follow him to the front, which seemed to be the empty half of the hall.

He sat down and patted the seat next to him. She sat at his request, and found his arm around her and resting on her upper arm. She now paid attention to the screen, where a young fake blonde was being hammered by two black cocks. She wondered how the woman took two cocks of that size in her ass and pussy at the same time.

She watched the screen, transfixed. Did he want her to be like this? Did this get him going? Her hand rested on his thigh.

Soon, a redhead was being banged in a small office by an older, but fit, guy. She then noticed Chris's hand slip from her shoulder up and over to her left breast. He squeezed it, hard, before finding her nipple. She wanted him to be a bit gentler, but dared say nothing.

He took hold of her nipple and she arched her back. She bit her lip and looked at him. Desire was in his eyes, and she knew it was okay, here. He was telling her it was okay, here.

"My wife, Hazel, fills that dress better than you, but I have to say, with that make-up, you look a proper little slut!"

Insulted, yet reinvigorated, she moved from his thigh to his cock. He now had her tits out over the dress, and it was pulled down to her waist. She unzipped him and knew all the guys were in the aisle, watching her and not the woman on the screen. 'Was I that good?' she wondered.

His cock was free, and now her mouth was on him. He only allowed a second or so, to wet it, before he pushed her back.

She lay, legs apart on the seat. It flashed through her mind to wonder when it was last wiped down, and what dirty old man had sat and wanked there during the showing before.

She felt her skin stick to the leather under her hips as he moved to position himself between her legs.

He thrust, and his cock buried itself sweetly into her wet pussy through the opening of her briefs. He pumped and pumped, as she caught occasional glances of the guys around them, cocks in hands.

Soon he was emptying in her, then stood up and tucked himself away.

She lay there, catching her breath. She tried to pull her dress back up over her exposed chest, but she found Chris's hand pull it back down to her waist.

She heard him say to the guys, "Sure, but no touching."

She looked over, and two of the guys were now kneeling in front of her, wanking off. She looked at Chris, and he smiled before saying, "It's fine. They won’t touch you. Play with your tits for them."

She hated this, but if he wanted her to do it, so be it. She put a fake smile on and began to moan. She massaged her tits, pushing and squeezing them.

Soon both guys had covered her tits and stomach in goo. Two more had replaced them, but the oldest of the lot had failed to come before Chris said that it was enough. The old guy looked mortified, but she just smiled.

"The lady has her kids to get from school. Next time, gents."

He told her to pull the dress up, but that she wasn't to clean it off. She felt the loads of cum under the dress, and even saw it soak through. She hoped there wouldn't be a next time, unless that was what he wanted, and that his wife wasn't prepared to do it, instead.

He left her, without a kiss, in the foyer.

She slipped on the coat and made her way to the car. She felt uncomfortable and inappropriate at the school gates, sure her bare legs showed under the jacket. But the unmissable slime of the cum running and sliding against her body was… Oh, and the smell! But, she did feel aroused, again.

She picked both girls up, got home, ran a bath and hid the dress. Once in the bath and cleaned, she got a text.

HEY BABE. GREAT TODAY AT CINEMA. HOPED YOU LIKED IT AND FOUND IT SEXY, CAN'T WAIT TILL SAT XXX

She texted back:

SURE DID, ANYTIME, CAN EVEN MEET YOU THERE AT A MOMENT'S NOTICE. SEE YOU SAT, WILL MAKE AN EXTRA EFFORT FOR YOU.

To be continued…