John looked in the mirror and sighed heavily. “It’s never perfect,” he said to himself. He has lost nearly 20 pounds in the last five months, but it looked like everything came from his waist – which was great. Everyone wants a trim waist, right? The thing is, none of the weight loss seemed to come from his chest and he was a little flabbier than he would have liked. As he looked into the mirror, two perky nipples looked back, supported by two soft mounds that were clearly visible under his T-shirt.

His hand absently rubbed his chest, feeling the soft flesh that had once been firm. He was not happy with the unexpected side effect of breasts. They jiggled a little when he walked.

Rachel snuck up behind him, gave a big hug and then pinched his nipples. Her eyes had lit up with mischief as she when she noticed John quiver at her touch. She had been merciless recently in her jests about her husband’s newfound "cleavage." At first, she just tweaked his nipples or occasionally cupped his breasts. She was delighted as his weight loss – he was healthier and looked a LOT better. But while John was worried about his emerging breasts, Rachel was thinking they had a new plaything. Tonight, she was feeling particularly mischievous.

“You know what – you need a bra!” she said. You have manboobs. Titties! My John’s has titties,” she squealed while tweaking his nipples some more.

“I do not,” John said, brushing her away. He couldn’t help but feel the electricity coming from his breasts or the erect nipples poking through his shirt.

“Do too, honeybunch,” she replied. “I bet you have a pair that are as big as mine.”

“Stop it!” John commanded, getting uncomfortable with how this conversation was going.

“Stop what – this?” Rachel said as she ticked his nipple with her left hand and then caressed his crotch with her right. “It doesn’t feel to me like you want me to stop.”

John stepped away, but Rachel stepped with him, cupping his boobs and giving him a deep kiss. “We need to get you a pretty bra to support those gorgeous boobs sweetie. They are too pretty to let them go unadorned.” She nibbled his neck while caressing his boobs. “Just imagine how sexy you’ll feel with those beautiful boobies lifted with a sexy bra so I can do this –“and she dipped down and put one of his breasts in her mouth and bit gently then sucked hard.

John shivered with excitement but again took a step back. His brain was telling him that men don’t get off by having their tits sucked but his breasts and his cock were telling him something else. He stepped back again but now his back was against the wall.

She started kissing his neck. In between kisses she murmured “We’ll get you a beautiful, sexy, hot bra for those beautiful, pretty boobs. You will love how you look, how you feel…”

“No!” he blurted. “We’re not going to get me a bra.”

She continued nuzzling him, “I understand, sweetheart. I understand. You’d feel nervous shopping for something so feminine, so luxurious, so lovely. I’ll get one for you, something special just for you, for your beautiful boobies.”

John was getting excited, moaning “oh yes yes” as Rachel’s caressing and kissing progressed.

“We can go out tomorrow night and get you our own beautiful, sexy, bra. Won’t that be wonderful.” She started biting his nipple again while rubbing his crotch.

“Oh yes,” John gasped. “yes. Wait, what?” Something didn’t quite register for John.

“You said you wanted to go out with me tomorrow to buy a bra. Didn’t you just say that?”

“Yes. No. I don’t want to go out with you to buy a bra.”

“That’s so sweet – you want to do this by yourself!” Rachel beamed. “That’s so sweet – I can’t wait to see what you get.”

John was completely confused by this point. He was totally turned on and didn’t understand what Rachel was saying to him. He leaned into her but this time she stepped back. “So it’s settled! tomorrow after work you’ll get yourself a bra and we’ll pick this back up.”

As John began to object, Rachel said “you aren’t afraid to buy a bra are you?” There’s nothing to be scared of,” she purred. “I buy them all the time.” She smiled at him mischievously and stepped gently out of the room, leaving John to figure out what just happened.

Before going to bed, Rachel reminded John of his commitment. She mentioned it again at breakfast and again as he kissed him goodbye as he headed off to work. John thought a couple of times about how he might get out of this, but he didn’t want to seem scared. At least that’s what he told himself. In the back of his head he also wondered where this was going.

That evening, John pulled into the parking lot at Target, thinking that a large, impersonal store like Target would probably be the safest place for him to go. He walked past the greeting cards, kitchen appliances, pet supplies, and shoes before reaching the clothing section in the back. He looked for lingerie and walked towards that department, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Once inside the lingerie section, John's eyes were immediately drawn to the vast array of underwear. The racks of bras and panties stretched out before him, a kaleidoscope of lace, satin, and mesh. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks. There were so many sizes, so many styles, and so much more variety than he could have ever imagined. He felt like a fish out of water, his eyes scanning over the garments – some delicate, some looking like they could protect Fort Knox - with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

Finally, he mustered the courage to grab a half-dozen bras that he thought might fit. The fabric was surprisingly soft, and he couldn't help but feel a strange thrill as his fingers brushed over the smooth material. He hurriedly dropped them into his basket and sneaked into a dressing room, his heart pounding in his chest. John took a deep breath to calm his nerves before he began to try them on.

The first bra was a simple, white, sports-style number, which seemed like a good starting point. He struggled with the clasp, fumbling like an awkward teenager. Rachel's giggles played in his head, and he scowled, determined to get it right. After a few frustrating moments, he managed to fasten it around his chest, the cups enveloping his newfound breasts. He stared at his reflection, the unmistakable outline of the bra visible under his shirt. The sight of it made him feel both ridiculous and oddly aroused, a sensation that was entirely new to him.

The bra was snug, almost tight, but there was way too much material around his boobs, creating a puffiness that made him look like a pigeon. He sighed, adjusting the straps and cups, trying to find a way to make it work. The fabric felt foreign against his skin, the wires digging slightly into his flesh. Yet, there was something about the way it hugged his body that sent a thrill through him, a feeling of being both confined and supported that he hadn't anticipated.

With a new sense of determination, John took the white bra off and reached for a black lace number he had brought into the dressing room. He slipped it on, the cool material caressing his skin. The lace was a stark contrast to the plainness of the first one, and the way it hugged his body was more intimate, more alluring. But when he looked in the mirror, he saw that the cups were still too large. There was no hint of John’s actual breasts buried in the fabric of the cups.

He kept trying bras on but none of them fit properly. Sometimes the bra as too small around and he felt strangled as he fastened it. If the bra came close to fitting around, the cups were always too big. He dropped this group of bras off at the unattended service desk and picked up a few more to try on. He found one that fit reasonably well but it looked like something you’d wear at the gym, and it was the opposite of sexy.

He tried on the last of this second group of bras. As he began to hook up the lacy contraption, he heard the giggling of two teenage girls as they entered the dressing area. The sound of their chatter grew closer, and he realized with a sinking feeling that they had picked the cubicle right beside his. His hands paused mid-motion, the bra half-off, as he listened to them gush about their finds, their excited squeals piercing the thin walls of the dressing room cubicles.

He hurriedly pulled his shirt back on, his face flaming red as he tried to calm his racing heart. The last thing he needed was to be caught in this compromising situation. He could just imagine Rachel's reaction, her laughter echoing through the house as she recounted the story to anyone who would listen. The thought of her amusement at his expense was too much to bear. He tried to hide his bras as he stepped out of the cubicle. He dropped them off at the now attended service desk, blushing furiously.

As he left the store, John's eyes darted around searching for the nearest exit. The clerk at the service desk offered a knowing smile, which only served to increase his discomfort. He fast-walked towards the exit and without a backward glance, left the store, the cool air of the mall washing over him like a wave of relief. The bustle of shoppers and the cacophony of sounds provided a welcome distraction from his humiliation.

Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself. He couldn't just give up. Rachel's words echoed in his mind, a siren's call of challenge. He squared his shoulders and started walking towards the opposite end of the mall. Maybe Macy's, with its reputation for professionalism and a wider range of sizes, seemed like a safer bet. His heart pounded in his chest with every step, his thoughts racing. “I think I do need some help,” he thought. “Maybe Macy’s.”

As he approached Macy's, he took in the grandeur of the storefront, the opulent displays of perfume, makeup, and handbags welcoming shoppers into this paradise of luxury. A beacon of hope shimmered in his eyes as he walked toward the escalator to see that “intimate apparel” was on the third floor. When he reached the third floor, he scanned the racks of elegant lingerie, feeling like he had stumbled into a different world, one where he wasn't quite sure of the rules.

John approached the counter where a stylish, middle-aged woman with a knowing smile and a name tag that read "Adele" greeted him. She was tall-ish, with short, straight hair and a figure that suggested she knew the secrets of good undergarments. Her white blouse was just transparent enough to show the lace of her bra. He took a deep breath and decided to ask for help. "Can you help me - I need a bra," he mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant.

Adele's smile faltered for a moment before she schooled her features into a professional mask. She had seen it all in her years of working in lingerie, but a man buying a bra was definitely unusual. She eyed him up and down, her thoughts racing. Was he buying something for a partner? A cross-dresser? A pervert? She cleared her throat, "Ah, yes, can you give me a little more information?" she trailed off, trying not to let her judgment show.

John blushed deeper, feeling the weight of Adele's gaze. He cleared his throat "For me," he said firmly, meeting her eyes. "My wife thinks I need one."

Adele's expression remained skeptical. She had heard every excuse in the book, and she was pretty sure that 'my wife wants me to wear a bra' was a new one. She shifted her weight.

"And what size would you be looking for, sir?" she asked coolly, raising an eyebrow.

John's cheeks burned hotter. He had no idea. He had never had to deal with this before. "I'm not sure," he mumbled. He was sure that every customer and employee in the store was staring at the weirdo trying to buy a bra for himself. "Can you help me?"

Adele's gaze hardened. "I can certainly try sir, but I don’t have any experience fitting men.” She looked around uncomfortably.

“I don't think I can take you into the women's fitting room," she said quietly, her voice low but not exactly apologetic. "But I can measure you, and then you can take the measurements home and order online. It's usually more accurate anyway."

John nodded, his throat tight. He hadn't thought this through. Being measured in the middle of the store was not what he had in mind. “You may be right,” he said, “but I’d really like to bring it home tonight. Is there anything we can do?”

Adele was not comfortable. “I suppose I can try to find you a couple of possibilities and you can try them on in the men’s dressing room.”

"Okay, let's get this over with," John murmured, his voice barely audible.

Adele looked at him calmly. She had seen people in all sorts of uncomfortable situations in her line of work, but John's predicament was unique. She took out the measuring tape with a gentle nod, her movements deliberate and calm, as if to reassure him that this was nothing out of the ordinary. "Don't worry, we're going to find you something that fits perfectly," she said, her voice trying to be soothing.

But as soon as Adele took out her measuring tape, John had second thoughts. He looked around, convinced that the other shoppers were all staring at him (although in reality there were all more concerned with their own shopping experience than his). The whispers and giggles of the teenagers from Target seemed to echo through the mall, and he felt his heart racing again. What if someone he knew saw him? What would they think? He took a step back, his eyes darting around the store as if searching for an escape.

"Are you okay, sir?" Adele asked, her voice a gentle prompt that brought him back to reality.

John swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I-I think I've changed my mind," he stuttered, taking another step back from the counter. The tape measure was still poised in Adele's hand, a silent witness to his indecision.

Her expression didn't change, but he could see a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "If you're sure," she said, placing the tape back on the counter with a sigh of relief. "But if you ever decide to give it a try, I'm here to help."

John nodded, mumbling a hasty thanks before he turned and practically sprinted out of Macy's. The mall’s air conditioning hit him like a slap in the face, and he realized that he was sweating. He continued walking for a bit to calm down and then sat in a bench near a fountain.

And that's when he saw it. A small, store with a sign that read 'La Jolie Fille’. The window was dressed with the most exquisite set of lingerie he had ever seen. The delicate lace and soft, pastel colors made his heart flutter with a mix of anxiety and excitement. He found himself drawn to it, as if the very essence of the store was whispering sweet nothings of acceptance and understanding into his ear.

Taking a deep breath, John gently pushed open the door. The bell chimed softly, and the scent of high-quality fabrics and faint hints of exotic oils filled the air. It was a stark contrast to the bright lights and cacophony of the mall outside. The walls were lined with rows of dainty lingerie, each piece more alluring than the last. His eyes widened, and his heart raced faster as he stepped into the sanctuary of La Jolie Fille.

The store was smaller and cozier than Macy's, with plush velvet chairs and warm lighting that cast a seductive glow over everything. The merchandise was displayed on tables, with sections dedicated to every style, color, and size imaginable. The sight was welcoming and strangely comforting. Perhaps here, amidst these delicate garments, he could find something that made him feel less like an outcast and more like a man who knew what he wanted.

A young woman with bright blue eyes framed by wire-rimmed glasses looked up from the counter as he entered. Her name tag read 'Kaylie', and she had a youthful smile that seemed to hold a just a hint of mischief. She looked at John with curiosity, not judgment, and he felt his shoulders relax slightly. "Hi there," she greeted, her voice lilting and friendly. "What can I help you with today?"

John took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "I, uh, need a bra," he finally managed to say. The words felt strange on his tongue, but there was something about her demeanor that made it easier to admit his situation.

Kaylie's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself. "Okay, no problem," she said, stepping out from behind the counter. "Let's find you something awesome.
“Can you tell me a little more about what you want?”

Her words echoed Adele's from Macy's, but John felt a different vibe here. The small store was intimate, and the way she said it made him feel like he wasn't the first man to walk through these doors in search of a bra. They moved a little further away from the store’s window and closer to a curtained dressing room.

“I’m looking for myself and I’ve never bought a bra before,” John said.

“That is so cool,” she said. “We need to get you something you’ll love.” She opened up the curtain to the dressing room. There were a pair of plush chairs, a couple of full length mirrors, and four dressing cubicles behind thick, velvet curtains.

"So, what's your name?" Kaylie asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"John," he replied, his voice a little shakier than he would have liked.

"Well, John," Kaylie began, her eyes scanning the selection of bras before her. "My name is Kaylie. Do you have any idea what size you might be or what you might be looking for?"

John felt the weight of the question, his mind racing as he tried to come up with an answer that wouldn't betray his complete lack of knowledge on the subject. "Uh, not really," he admitted, his voice thick with nerves. "I've never had to do this before."

Kaylie nodded understandingly. "That's perfectly okay," she said with a wink. "I'll be your personal bra whisperer tonight." She took his measurements with a gentle touch, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror as she wrapped the tape around his chest and back. The intimacy of the moment washed over him, and he felt a strange mix of excitement and vulnerability. She wrote down the numbers on a small piece of paper and handed it to him. "These are your measurements. You are somewhere around a 38B, 40B or 40A, depending on the bra, but lots of my clients are between sizes. We just need to find something that makes you look good and feel great."

Her words were like a balm to his bruised ego. "Thank you," he murmured, taking the paper from her with trembling fingers.

“Any special type you are looking for?”

“I’d like something nice.” John said, without thinking about it too much. “Not everyday, a little sexy, but not too sexy. I don’t anything, ummm…”

“I understand,” Kaylie smiled. “Sexy but not slutty. Do I have that right?”

“I think so,” John smiled back. “That sounds right.”
“Well make yourself comfortable. There’s some coffee, tea, and water on the table and I’ll be right back with some things to try on.”

Kaylie's eyes twinkled as she returned to the dressing room, her slender fingers caressing the fabrics as she made her selection. "How about we start with something simple, but still sexy?" she suggested, holding up a black bra with delicate lace detailing and a red rose pattern on the cups. "This one is classic, and it'll give you the support you need without being too overwhelming."

John nodded, feeling a flutter in his stomach as she handed it to him. He took it into a cubicle, his palms sweaty. He had never been so nervous to put on a piece of clothing before. He slipped the bra out of its protective tissue, the fabric feeling cool and smooth against his skin as he tried to mimic the way Rachel had put hers on so many times. He couldn’t quite figure out how to do it on himself.

"Do you need any help?" Kaylie's voice was soft, almost a whisper, from outside the changing room.

John's heart skipped a beat, and his hands paused in their fumbling. "Yeah, I think I do," he called back, feeling a strange thrill at the idea of her seeing him in such a vulnerable state.

Kaylie stepped behind the curtain, her movements graceful and unassuming. She took the bra from his trembling hands, and John felt the warmth of her body against his as she approached. Her touch was gentle as she reached around him to grasp the hooks, her breasts brushing lightly against his back. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on him.

She hooked up the back. "Now put your arms through the straps," she instructed, her voice low and soothing. John complied, feeling the smooth satin slide over his skin as he lifted his arms. The cups of the bra rested against his chest, the material whispering sweet promises of support. Kaylie adjusted the straps to provide a little more lift.

"Good," she murmured, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. "Now bend over and reach inside the cup with your hand and scoop your girls into the cup."

John felt his face flush at the casual way she talked about his breasts, but he obeyed, bending at the waist and reaching into the bra. He watched in the mirror as she leaned over, her own breasts swaying slightly in her tight-fitting top. Her movements were graceful and confident, a stark contrast to his own clumsiness.

He did as instructed.

"There you go," she said, her voice gentle as she adjusted the cups. "Now stand up straight and show me what you've got."

When John stood up, the bra feeling surprisingly natural against his skin. The cups fit snugly around his breasts, pushing them up and together in a way that made his nipples tingle. He couldn't help but glance down at his reflection, the sight of his breasts in the mirror making sending waves of excitement through his body..

Kaylie stepped back, her eyes appraising him with a critical eye. "Looks good," she said with a nod. "But let's make sure." She reached around him again, her hand brushing against his side as she adjusted the straps again. The bra tightened, and John gasped as his breasts were lifted even higher. The sensation was incredible, the fabric hugging his skin in a way that was both confining and liberating.

"Perfect," she proclaimed.

John's eyes widened in the mirror. The cups held his breasts in a way that was both comfortable and surprisingly erotic. He had never felt so... feminine before, and the sensation was intoxicating.

"Kaylie?" The voice from outside the curtain was deeper, more authoritative. It was Beverly, the store manager, a sweet, older woman with a warm smile. John’s heart skipped a beat, his hand flying to his chest as if to protect his newfound secret.

"I'm with a customer," Kaylie replied, not missing a beat. She stepped back and gave John a knowing look in the mirror. "Be with you in a second, Bev."

John's heart pounded as he realized Beverly may have seen him in the mirror. He was about to apologize, to explain, to do anything to get out of this situation, when he heard a second set of footsteps approaching the curtain. Beverly's warm, motherly voice was unmistakable. "Is everything OK in here, sweetie?" she asked brightly.

Kaylie stepped aside, and Beverly's eyes took in the sight of John in the bra. She paused for a moment, her smile never wavering. "Oh my," she said with a gentle laugh, "I see Kaylie found you something that suits you quite well."

John felt his face turn scarlet, but he couldn't bring himself to look away from the mirror. The way the bra framed his chest, lifting his breasts and pushing them together, was surprisingly appealing and in a strange way, he was starting to feel eager to show off.

"We have some beautiful matching panties," Beverly suggested, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "They'll complete the look, and I promise you, your wife will absolutely love it."

John felt a surge of excitement at the thought of Rachel's reaction. He had come into the store with a sense of dread and embarrassment, but now, with the encouragement of the two women, he felt a strange sense of liberation. He nodded eagerly. "Yes, I'd like to see them."

Kaylie's eyes sparkled as she stepped out of the changing room, leaving John to finish adjusting the bra. "I knew it!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying a hint of victory. "Beverly, John's a perfect fit for a 40B. Can you grab a couple of pairs of matching panties so we can check the size?"

Beverly nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "I'll be right back," she said, disappearing into salesfloor.

John took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He couldn't believe he was actually considering buying a bra and matching panties. The thought of Rachel seeing him in them sent a thrill through his body, and he found himself excited at the thought of seeing her reaction.

When Beverly returned with the delicate, lacy panties, John felt his cheeks heat up even more. He had never seen anything so intimate and beautiful.

"Let's see," Beverly said, her eyes scanning the options. "I think these will look lovely on you." She held up a pair that matched the black satin bra perfectly. The black satin material was almost adorned with roses, with tiny bows adorning the edges.

Kaylie took the panties from Beverly and handed them to John with a wink. "Why don't you try these on?" she suggested. “These look like the right size."

“Okay, I’ll try them on," he murmured, his voice thick with nerves.

Kaylie and Bev left John by himself in the dressing cubicle. He took off his shoes and socks and was beginning to take off his pants, when he heard Bev say "I'm sorry, doll but we have to think of hygiene. We usually ask our ladies to try panties on OVER their underwear, just to make sure everything is safe for all our customers. You understand, don’t you hon?

"But you can't put these panties on over your boxers, now, can you?" Beverly said, her voice a gentle reminder of the reality of the situation.

“But I can put a panti-liner on these panties for you so you can try them on. They aren’t terribly sexy but we do have to be careful.” She reached through the curtain to give John the panties.

John's cheeks burned as he took the panties from Bev through the curtain and stared at the panti-liner now attached to the delicate black panties. He took a deep breath and stepped out of his jeans and boxer, then stepped into the panties. He felt like he was in a trance as he slid the silky material up his legs, feeling the coolness of the air kiss his skin.

The panties slid into place, the panti-liner providing a surprisingly snug fit against his now bare skin. He looked up at the mirror gently nodded approvingly. The lace hugged his new curves in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. Rachel's words echoed in his mind, and he could almost feel her eyes on him, her smile a mix of amusement and arousal.

"How do they feel?" Beverly asked, her voice kind.

Kaylie asked “can we see?”

John felt his cheeks redden even further. "They feel... good," he managed to say, his voice a little too high. He stepped out, carefully pulling the curtain closed behind him so nobody saw his men’s clothes in a heap on the floor. Curiously, he was more embarrassed by his jeans, boxers, and dirty socks than he was standing in front of Kaylie and Beverly in a bra and panties.

Beverly stepped closer, her eyes scanning him from top to bottom. "Turn around for us, darling," she instructed, her voice gentle but firm. "We need to make sure the fit is just right."

John complied, feeling the panties hug his ass as he slowly spun around. Looking at the mirror, he was grateful for both his newfound svelte waist and his soft and sexy manboobs.

Beverly nodded approvingly, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "They look absolutely divine on you," she said. Absolutely lovely.

In the meantime, Kaylie had brought in a few more sets from the sales floor. She asked John if he wanted to try anything else. The three of them pawed through the different sets until Kaylie said “You know what? I don’t think anything beats that first outfit – the black and rose one. I’d go with that.”

“I think so too,” John added.

Beverly nodded in approval. “So let’s do it. Let’s get going and ring these up.

"Do you want to wear them home?" Kaylie asked but John didn’t answer right away. The idea of leaving the store wearing a bra and panties, whether they could be seen under his clothes or not, both thrilling and terrifying. He had never felt so exposed or as excited.

"I... I think I'd like that," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. Then he giggled. “I think I will.”

Kaylie's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Good choice," she said, her voice a soft purr. "They're going to make you feel so beautiful."

"Alright," Beverly said with a knowing smile. "Let's make sure everything looks perfect before you go." She stepped closer, her eyes scanning John's body. "Kaylie, can you get some scissors to snip off all the tags?"

Kaylie nodded and disappeared behind the curtain, returning with a small pair of scissors. Beverly carefully snipped away the tags from the bra and panties.

John got dressed in the rest of his clothes while Bev and Kaylie rang up the sale. When everything was taken care of, Kaylie pecked him on the cheek.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He couldn't believe the journey he had just been on, from the embarrassment of admitting his need for a bra to the exhilaration of purchasing lingerie that made him feel desirable.

When he got to his car, he was still breathing heavily, his mind racing with the memories of the past hour. He ran his hands over his bra-covered breasts. The thought of Rachel seeing him in the bra and panties made his stomach flutter with a mix of anxiety and excitement. The ride home was just a blur.

Walking into the house, John could feel Rachel's eyes on him before she even said a word. She was sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine, but the moment he walked in, she looked up. "Well, what did you get?" she asked, her tone light and teasing.

John felt a rush of nerves. "I got what I needed," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. She raised an eyebrow when she saw the La Jolie Fille bag (which now contained a rumpled pair of boxers) and smiled as John walked through the room towards the master bathroom.

He slipped out of his clothes, washed his face, and combed his hair. He removed the panti-liner, tossing it away. He soundlessly walked downstairs to the kitchen where he poured a couple of glasses of wine before sliding into the doorway of the living room.

“Well,” he said. “What do you think? Did I do OK?”

Rachel was struck dumb for a moment. There he was in a beautiful black and rose bra with breasts almost filled his cups, highlighted by his pert nipples pointing right at her. Beautiful! And she wasn’t expecting the panties. His butt was so cute in those panties she was almost jealous.

That silent moment was only a moment, though. “OK? Oh My God you are fabulous.” She sprung off the couch towards her smiling husband, who barely had time to place down the wineglasses before she hugged him madly.

Needless to say, they had a very exciting night that night. Before dawn, they both agreed that they had to visit La Jolie Fille together.