"So, what do you think?" Linda asked, her voice a purr as she stepped out of the fitting room.
Nolan had agreed to go on a date, and their first stop was a clothing store, so Rachel and Linda could show off for him.
Of course, his first wife had chosen to try on a sexy outfit, hoping to catch her man's attention.
She wore a high-necked ivory silk blouse, buttoned to the throat but sheer enough to reveal the intricate lace bra straining against her huge breasts.
As she moved, the soft light outlined their full, tempting shape. Tucked into a tight navy pencil skirt that clung like a second skin, gripping her curving hips, cinched her waist, and highlighted the magnificent roundness of her ass.
Nolan didn't hesitate. He closed the distance between them, his hands immediately finding her perfect, soft ass and kneading it through the fine wool of her skirt. He pulled her close, pressing her firmly against his bulging erection.
"You look fucking obscene," he growled into her ear, his voice low and thick. "That skirt is begging to be ripped off you."
"Then just rip it off, darling," Linda said with a provocative tone.
She was actually feeling extremely embarrassed with all the attention she was receiving in public, but if Nolan actually wanted it, she would let him fuck her right there.
Just then, the curtain of the adjacent fitting room swished open. Rachel stepped out, her confidence faltering as she took in the scene.
She wore a pair of black jeans so tight they looked like a second skin, hugging her slender frame and the perky, perfect globe of her bubble butt. A simple grey camisole clung to her modest chest, the thin strap highlighting the delicate line of her collarbone.
The clothes were chic and modern, but next to Linda's voluptuous display, she felt plain.
Maybe she should have chosen something more sexy? But even if she did so, she didn't have those generous, overwhelming curves.
And speaking of curves, Nolan was already grabbing her huge tits, and completely ignoring the women around watching them in shock.
"Ahan!" Rachel cleared her throat, getting their attention. "Please, behave," she commented shyly.
"Okay," Nolan smiled at her, and left Linda behind, giving her ass a last slap.
Then his eyes focused on the absolutely beautiful woman beside her.
"So, what do you think…?" Rachel mumbled, her cheeks flushing, unable to meet Nolan's eyes.
Nolan smiled, his eyes raking over Rachel's form with a predatory hunger that stripped her bare. He devoured the sight of the jeans digging into the tight, sweet curve of her ass and the way the soft fabric of the camisole hinted at the sharp points of her nipples.
"Jesus, Rachel," he breathed, his voice thick. He strode over, his presence overwhelming her. "You look so hot with those jeans…" His hand slid from the small of her back down to her ass, giving a firm, possessive squeeze.
"I really love how the jeans show off this perfect, perky little ass." His other hand traced her hip bone, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just below her navel. "And this top… it makes me want to rip it off and see those pretty little tits."
Before she could form a reply, he crushed his mouth to hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss. His tongue plunged past her lips, tasting her, dominating her.
One hand slid from her face into her hair, fisting gently to tilt her head back, while the other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his hard body.
Rachel melted into him, her initial embarrassment evaporating in the heat of his touch.
Behind them, Linda stood forgotten.
"Hey! Weren't you the one who asked us to behave, and now you are acting like a little whore," A happy smile played on Linda's face.
Noticing how some staff members were already looking at them, Nolan decided it was best to stop things there.
"Let's get going, I will buy both clothes," Nolan said, giving Rachel's ass a last slap.
Following his orders, both girls got immediately into the fitting room, changing back into their clothes.
A smirk touched Nolan's lips as he gathered the discarded outfits, and he also grabbed other clothes he would make them wear leather. He carried them to the counter, the two women falling into step behind him like a beautiful, obedient retinue.
The sales associate, a prim woman who had been trying to ignore their very public display, widened her eyes slightly as Nolan dumped a pile of clothes on the glossy counter.
Her gaze flickered from the expensive silk to the designer denim, already mentally tallying the cost.
"We'll take these," Nolan said, his voice casual, as if he bought a thousand-dollar outfit every day.
The associate began meticulously checking the items, her fingers brushing over the tags. "An excellent selection, sir. The craftsmanship on the silk is…"
Nolan cut her off, pulling a sleek black credit card from his wallet. The cashier's eyes widened in surprise when they saw it. It was a platinum card, the kind rumored to have no spending limit. He could probably buy the entire store with it.
Of course, it wasn't actually his. The card belonged to Ana; Nolan didn't have that kind of money.
"Just ring it up," he said, sliding the card across the counter before the total was even announced.
The machine beeped its approval instantly.
"Now, let's eat, I'm hungry," the man commented, his wives following right behind him.
He hadn't eaten yesterday because he was too focused on fucking, so he was really hungry.
Nollan took them to a restaurant where the lights were dim and the prices steep. For Rachel, it was the kind of upscale place she'd never even imagined stepping into.
Of course, throughout the meal, his hands were never still. A palm would rest high on Rachel's thigh, and then he would turn to grab Linda's huge boobs.
And to Rachel's bewilderment, Nolan even flirted with the pretty waitress during their dinner. The girl not only gave him her number but also made sure to flash him her cleavage at every possible chance.
By the time dessert arrived, the staff had to assign another waitress to their table, since the first one was too busy flirting with Nolan to do her job.
However, he ended up seducing the second waitress as well; this time just to mess with Rachel, who was glaring at him with murderous intent.
But before Rachel's jealousy could reach the breaking point, Nolan approached her, forcing a kiss that left her lost in a fog of pleasure.
"Darling, don't forget about me," Linda said, pressing her heavy tits against her man. "I think it's time for you to eat that main dish, don't you think?"
Linda took Nolan's right hand, guiding it to her perverted pussy.
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