Building a Dream: Part Eleven

Where Jay tells all about her strange day with the wives

“Those woman are bat-shit fucking crazy,” Jay said. She didn’t elaborate straight away. She laid in the bath, the bubbles floating around her as she clearly relaxed to let out any tension that had built in the past few hours.

“What happened?” I asked, making myself comfortable on the toilet lid. I decided it would be best for Jay to tell me about her day before confessing that Manus and I had fucked Sonia. “Where did you go with them?”

Jay sat herself up in the bath. Her wonderful breasts rising above the level of the water with her nipples looking redder and firmed than usual. She got herself comfortable and began telling me about all that went on.

“I was sat in the cab between Cheryl and Sue, both of them still holding a hand each and sitting very close. I could smell their expensive perfume from both sides, they were that close. They were excited and giggling about all the shopping they were going to do this morning; listing the shops they wanted to look in and it sounded like it was going to be expensive. Selfridges and Liberty’s seemed to be their priorities. Mary asked me if I ever shopped at any of them and I told her about the time we went to Liberty’s just to buy something cheap so we could get a carrier bag with the name and logo on. They all seemed to find that quite funny. I just laughed along with them, nodding and smiling as we went. I was nervous and I knew I had to be on my guard, especially since I had fucked their husbands a few nights ago.

We arrived at Selfridges and they headed straight for the shoes. I just stood and watched as they chose a bundle of heels to try on; the ones they didn’t like were discarded to one side for the poor shop assistant to collect and tidy. I tried on a couple myself and, yes, they were very comfy but a quick look at the price tag made me put them back. Those women didn’t even look at the price; if they liked them, they bought them and they all bought a couple of pairs each and then arranged for them to be delivered here. It was crazy. Cheryl asked if I was going to buy anything and I said I didn’t need any shoes. ‘No worries,’ she said, before leading us out and down to Liberty’s.

They just went around picking up dress after dress and then headed to the changing rooms to try them on. Each one of them tried to get me to try something on but each time I refused saying it wasn’t quite my style or I didn’t like the colour. They could be quite persistent too. Holding some very short and low-cut dresses up to me to see how it looked. All three of them stood in front of me as Cheryl held up a very, very short dress that I could only describe as a belt. ‘Oh, go on,’ they pleaded until I relented and went into a changing rom to try it on. I came out wearing it and they all gushed over how well I looked. It was so short. I had a G-string on and I swear that another inch shorter and my arse would be on show. All three women were running their hands over the material and were not shy in running their fingers up against me; my tits, my arse, they did it as if they were just feeling the quality but I knew better and I wasn’t comfortable with it. I said it didn’t suit me and changed. When I came out the changing rooms, all three of them were in individual booths trying clothes on so I wandered around the store wondering what the fuck I was doing there. I know we’re fairly well off, but this was crazy. They weren’t bothered about prices or what their husbands would think. I even considered doing a runner but knew it wouldn’t work, so I waited outside the changing rooms until they were done.

They must have spent a small fortune judging by the amount of clothes they carried to the till. The credit cards came out again and another promise of delivery to here was made. My head was spinning with the amount they were laying out. We left there and I was taken by the hand by Cheryl and Sue as Mary led us to a Sushi restaurant in Soho. A table had been booked and soon we were sat and ordering. A couple of bottles of wine appeared and large glasses were poured. I was famished and soon tucked in. The food and wine helped to relax me after the madness of their shopping. They explained that the shopping they did was to compensate for the amount of time the husbands spend away from home. Phil, Clive and Keith all earn very good money and travel abroad so these London trips are always looked forward to. They get to all meet up, eat, drink, spend a fortune on clothes and do ‘other stuff,’ while the men work at the London office during the day. I told them a bit about us; about how you have your own business, our hobbies, home life, you know, all the boring stuff.

Having eaten, we stayed there for another hour, drinking mainly until Cheryl said she wanted to do some more shopping in Soho. I was a bit pissed and had loosened up a bit by then and was actually starting to enjoy myself. The four of us, hand in hand wandered around looking through the windows of the shops in Carnaby Street. Sue bought some sunglasses from Ray Bans while me, Cheryl and Mary looked in a bag shop. Again I was asked if there was anything I wanted and, despite being a bit pissed, I still managed to resist any offers from them to ‘buy me a treat.’

We wandered around for a bit and found another clothes shop; not quite as extravagant as Liberty’s but they had some nice stuff. Mary and Sue went off and started to rummage among the jeans racks while me and Cheryl looked at the dresses. I found this lovely dress, short, low cut and made of cotton. It was turquoise and, holding it up to me, seemed like it was made to fit me perfectly.

“Try it on.” Cheryl said, pointing to the changing rooms. I held it for a moment and decided I would. It was a bit more than I would normally pay but not as expensive as Liberty’s or Selfridges. I had just taken off my own dress when I heard Cheryl the other side of the curtain asking how I was getting on. I was just about to answer when she opened the curtain, walked in and shut it behind her. I was stood there in just my G-string, but she paid no attention; instead, taking the dress off the hanger and handing it to me. I had flung my arm across my tits to cover myself but she carried on and held it open to go over my head. She pulled it down and smoothed it over my body, her hands repeatedly stroking my tits as she smoothed the material down. “Look in the mirror,” she said. So, I turned and I must admit, it did look good. Short, thin and my nipples were clearly pointing out against the material but it felt and looked good. Cheryl stood behind me and carried on rubbing her hands over the dress, around my shoulders, my tits and my arse, carrying on as if it was perfectly normal. I was a bit shocked at what she was doing but managed to say, “It’s lovely.”

“Then I’ll buy it for you,” she said and began lifting it off me. Just as my tits were released as the dress went over my head the curtain was pulled open and Mary and Sue were stood there. They stared at my tits for a split second and asked, “Ready?”

“In a sec,” I said as Cheryl walked out the booth with the dress and I quickly pulled the curtain shut. I was still a bit pissed, but their actions sobered me up a bit. It was unnerving having them do that. I don’t know these women and they seemed to think it was okay to just do it. I got dressed and took a couple of deep breaths before pulling the curtain open and joining them at the till. Cheryl handed me the bag with the dress and we left the shop, hand in hand again.

They decided to stop for a ‘drink,’ which we did in the closest pub. That turned into two drinks. I was getting a bit more pissed and started to relax again. I checked out the three of them and, I must say, they are three stunning woman. I briefly wondered as we walked from the pub, what it would be like to fuck the three of them. The alcohol and their earlier touching was ringing around in my head and when Sue and Cheryl put their arms around me, occasionally running their hands over my arse as we walked, I didn’t react.

Mary said there was one more shop she wanted to visit and it was then that I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. The three of them went in a sex shop, our sex shop and beckoned me to follow. I slowly entered and the shopkeeper recognised me. He smiled and went to say something but a little shake of my head stopped him. He saw the three wives ahead of me and got the hint, looking away from me as if I was just another customer.

I hung around the entrance, not taking an interest at looking at anything. I mean, I’d seen it all recently anyway, hadn’t I? The wives looked at all the toys, picking them up and showing each other as if it was perfectly normal.

Sue came up to me and asked, “See anything you fancy?”

“Not really, there’s isn’t anything I want.” I replied, trying to play it cool. She held up a purple vibrator wand, the type with the big curved head and said,” What do you think of this? My one is broken and I need a new one. Do you like the colour?”

“Er, yeah.” I replied. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know this side of the women. How open are they with each other sexually? Do they tell each other everything that goes on in the bedroom with their husbands? How much do they actually share? Sue put it in her basket and soon Cheryl came over. Her basket was getting very full with an assortment of toys and gadgets. Whatever she and Phil get up to was none of my business so I quickly looked away. Mary came over and her basket had several items in. This shopping trip had taken a strange turn. “Getting anything?” she asked me.

“I’ve asked her that,” Sue interjected. “She says there isn’t anything she wants.”

Cheryl then grabbed my hand and dragged me to the butt-plugs. “What about one of these?” she said pointing to all the different shapes and sizes.

“I’ve got one of those,” I blurted out before realising what I was saying, pointing to the small, jewelled one I bought the other day. Cheryl’s eyes widened as she faced me and immediately looked down at my arse. I had to say something as Sue and Mary had heard and came over and joined us. “I’ve not got it in, I mean, I haven’t got it with me. I’ve not tried it yet.” I spluttered, totally embarrassed.

“Well, aren’t you a dark horse,” Cheryl said, winking at me. “Is it back at the hotel?” I just nodded and wanted to get out of there as quick as possible.

“Well, well, well,” Cheryl said, still giving me a funny little smile. She looked over at the other two who also looked surprised before saying, “Shall we pay and go. I think it’s time we left and had some drinks back at my room.”

I said I would wait for them outside while they paid. I really needed some air and my heart was pounding in my chest. Why did I say that? It’s none of their business but I had just revealed something that I would never even tell a close friend, let alone three strange women. A short while later, they appeared with a couple of plain carrier bags each. We got to the main road and got a taxi back here.

“I’ve got some wine in my room,” said Cheryl. “But let’s have a quick drink in the bar first, then go up and carry on there.” I couldn’t really see the point but we sat in the bar and a large cold glass of wine soon appeared. I think it was the panic at revealing I had a butt-plug that made me down it quicker than normal. I really needed that drink and soon my glass was empty while theirs was only half-full.

“I’ve got an idea,” Cheryl said quietly, leaning in so only the four of us could hear. “Jay, why don’t you go up and get your butt-plug then come and join us. You could model it for us.” I think I must have been in shock at what I had just heard and the fact that I had just downed a glass of wine very quickly. I should have said, ‘no thanks. I need a lie down. Maybe another time?’ Instead though, I said, “Sure. Give me half-an-hour to freshen up?”

“Excellent,” Cheryl replied and told me the room number. I came up here, came into the bathroom and started running a cool bath. ‘What the fuck am I doing?’ I thought to myself. ‘I can’t do this. I don’t know those women. What do I think will happen?’ I stopped running the bath and sat on the edge, indecisiveness running through me. I finally made a decision. I would go through with it. It would probably just end up with a group of drunken woman having a laugh and a drink until the men returned. I might get to know them a bit better; after all, I had fucked all of their husbands, so I knew the men quite well. I had a bath and got myself very clean, inside and out, if you get what I mean?”

Jay was looking at me directly now. I hadn’t interrupted her at all as she told me her tale.