The Multi-Million Dollar Marriage Part 4

"I'm not going out there!" Tara declared. My wife might be attractive when she's angry, but she's even more beautiful when she's terrified. As we sat together in my limousine outside the store where we had an appointment I couldn't help but be impressed by the color that was flushing on her bare chest.

"You didn't bring this up when I said I was taking you shopping," I countered. "You should have complained when we got into the car."

Tara glared at me like I was stupid. "Look at me! I thought you would at least give me something to wear to go shopping in!"

At her request I did look at her. She wasn't completely naked. Tara was wearing her diamond choker, and she was wearing her stainless steel chastity belt. Granted, her lovely, freckled breasts were bare in all their 37" glory, and even her feet were bare, but that's what we were here for. It had been enjoyable to watch her walk around my house nude, but I had decided it would be fun to dress my doll.

"Listen carefully, my stupid slut," I said. "I rented this boutique at quite an expense just to have it all to ourselves this afternoon. I have already paid money, good money, and if you do not get out of the car, I'll recoup my losses out of you. Do you want to see how I would do that?"

Tara sat for a moment, her hazel eyes thinking. Her long red hair was down around her shoulders today, giving me very wicked thoughts on how I would take a recoup if I had to. Sadly, she relented.

"Let's get inside quickly," Tara said. Once again the former rich girl didn't understand who was in charge.

"Emily, we're ready," I commanded my chauffeur. Emily quickly moved from her position to our side and opened the door. There was a wicked smile on Emily's face that came from watching someone else being humiliated. I know Emily was uncomfortable in her uniform, short leather skirt and tight jacket. Her breasts were spilling from the cleavage, and Emily was always tense, ready to push her nipples back in at any moment. It never ceased to amuse me when she fell out of her top.

"After you," I told Tara, and she moved to the door and paused. The crowd was much larger than she expected, and the walk to the boutique door seemed impossibly far. I gave her a sharp smack on her bare ass to get her moving.

Tara winced and stepped out of the car. She covered her breasts with her arms, but she must have felt vulnerable about her pussy lips peaking from the slot in her chastity belt. Tara climbed out of the car and would have run if Emily hadn't grabbed her wrist. Tara's face was pure panic as she stared at Emily, too shocked to even protest. Before she could gather her wits, I stepped out of the car and took Tara's hand in mine.

"Walk with me, hand in hand, or next time we go shopping, it'll be at the end of a leash!" I snarled.

Tara nervously held my hand, and tried in vain to cover herself with her free hand. We walked slowly to the door at a punishing pace of my own choosing. The crowds of people stopped in their tracks at the sight of my beautiful wife. Their looks of disbelief were mixed with an almost knowing disgust. I just stepped out of a limousine with a naked woman; there can be no doubt that she is my whore.

I opened the door for my wife, and she almost ran inside. I was rewarded by her gasp when she saw how well staffed the store was. There were three women there looking bored and obviously wanting to get this day over with. They looked at Tara with the same disdain that the public did. She was some rich slut to them, a woman who was naked out of some kinky desire. Tara was so embarrassed, wanting to protest her innocence but not knowing where to start. Emily followed in behind us.

"Mr. Thomas, I'm so glad to see you again!" their manager said as he approached me. Victor was one of those people who can smile and piss on your leg at the same time. I liked him. I've tried to get him to be more honest but he just can't help it. He was a short man, about five and a half feet, and with his balding hair he looked more like a skirt-stealing pervert than he did a businessman. It added a perverse dimension to his store.

"Victor, I've brought my wife here because I know you have the largest selection," I said, cutting through his ass kissing. "As you can tell, she's not much to look at, but maybe with some clothes I can stand to fuck her everyday."

"Certainly Mr. Thomas, we will do our best," Victor said. His eyes kept going to Tara's exposed pussy lips.

Tara was looking around the store to avoid the eyes of Victor's staff, but she noticed something. "This is a lingerie store!" she snapped. "You said I was here to buy some clothes!"

"Damn, you are so smart," I stated. "And we are here to buy clothes. That is unless you like going around topless all day. I've noticed the male staff at home doesn't mind."

Tara just glared at me, her face reddening at the mention of the staff. For some reason, when I admired her body she didn't mind but she got very upset when the staff leered. I didn't bother to try to understand.

"Please Ma'am," Victor tried to interject. "My boutique is much more than lingerie. We provided Mr. Thomas's chauffeur with her uniform; we can find something for you just as acceptable in public."

Tara looked at Emily who looked uncomfortable at the renewed scrutiny. "Well I hope you have something that makes me look better than her. That skirt makes her thighs look fat and her tits unhealthy. I am used to a more refined look; I come from a family with standing, and I don't want to look like a tramp."

Anger flushed on Emily's face, and Tara smiled sweetly. My wife could always boost her mood at someone else's expense. Victor rubbed his hands as he tried to change the tense mood.

"Why of course," Victor said. "Come over here and see our selection of pantyhose. You can tell right away that we only deal in the highest quality."

Over the next couple of hours, Tara actually started to relax. She was in her element, buying and commanding. Tara ignored the fact that she was naked and slipped into the role of a customer. This meant she harassed the three sales women, complained frequently about quality to Victor, and insulted the merchandise as often as she insulted Emily.

I only had to intervene a few times, like over the issue of her underwear. There was no sense buying panties. Why restrict access to her cunt at all? The belt restricts everyone but me, so why bother to cover it?

There was also the issue of her shoes. Tara had a fine eye for shoes and noticed things I certainly never bothered to look for. She had didn't have an eye for heels. I refused to buy anything with less than a four-inch heel and she was stupid enough to argue.

"Four inches? They'll be impossible to wear all the time!" Tara sneered. "Your slut chauffeur might wear four inches on those boots of hers, but I don't work the streets like she does. They would kill my feet. If I couldn't walk, how could I entertain you and your sick desires then?"

The store was quiet after this little outburst. I was a bit taken back myself. Tara was so wrapped into her little power trip from shopping, she had forgotten who owned her.

"Tara, if you don't wear the heels, then in my mind there wouldn't be a reason to let you keep walking," I explained. I took a sip from the bottled water Victor had provided. "I would bind your ankles to your thighs and let you crawl around the mansion. Anytime I would want to fuck you I would just place you on a table or bed, spread your bound legs, and fuck you as I pleased. Permanently hobbled, you would be the perfect height for me to fuck your mouth any time I pleased. It's up to you."

She selected shoes with four-inch heels.

Tara managed to put bras, stockings, shoes, and even some gloves on her shopping bill. Tara relished her role as consumer, and I think she enjoyed it on a darker level as well. She didn't like to model her stockings and bras for me, but she took a special delight in Victor's praise. I'm not sure if my wife was a slut or just trying to get me jealous. It didn't matter. It was funny to watch Victor sigh over the way sheer black hose clung to her legs or the slutty way my wife would tip over so he could see the way a black bra held in her white breasts. The stupid bitch was just playing into my plan.

As her shopping spree came to an end, I had Tara wear a peach corset that lifted her breasts but didn't even cover her rosy nipples. My wife complained at the tightness when they laced her up but I ignored her complaints. I enjoyed watching Victor and a sales woman as they struggled with the straps. The tight corset cinched Tara's waist and pushed her heavy breasts up. I liked it so much; I went ahead and reserved a dozen more corsets.

"Tally up our bill, Victor," I requested. Tara was putting on a pair of white stockings complete with peach heels. She looked unhappy with the high heels.

"Already figured, Mr. Thomas," the owner said. I knew it was. I had been watching him adding numbers into a calculator all day. Well, when he could tear his eyes away from my naked wife that is. I looked at the total he presented to me.

"Two thousand, six hundred and twenty-three dollars?" I asked. "Seems kind of pricey."

Victor shrugged. "Your wife has excellent tastes."

"Can this be negotiated? I hate to spend so much on such an ungrateful slut."

Victor's eyes darted to my wife, a wary smile on his face. He had been expecting this all along.

"I'll cut the price in half if you let me have thirty minutes with her," he said, licking his lip nervously. His lust was almost tangible.

"Half?" I said. Tara had stopped moving and was looking at me with an intense expression.

"Have something to say Tara?"

"Please, Mr. Thomas," Tara asked almost meekly. I was impressed she called me Mr. Thomas in public. "Please buy these things for me, you know you'll like them. I haven't had anything to wear since we got married. Even though it's lingerie, it'll be mine."

"What do you think, Emily?" I asked of my chauffeur. Evil spread across her face.

"Let her earn it," Emily said.

I laughed. "You heard the woman. If you want these, you'll have to convince Victor."

Tara looked at the sales women who had said nothing in this exchange. Until now.

"You don't need this shit," one of them said. "Tell this guy to go to Hell." I do love a woman who knows nothing and offers advice.

Tara's face shifted as she fought with her emotions. Her earlier pride was fading as she thought about going back home with no clothes to call her own. She looked at the bags of clothes that were just waiting to be taken home. I was fascinated. Would greed outweigh her self-respect?

"I'll do it," Tara said with venom.

"Girls, take the rest of the day off," Victor said excitedly. I laughed and relaxed in the chair. Emily started to leave, but I stopped her. My loyal servant smiled with gratitude.

"Get him ready with a blowjob, slut," I advised. "My Tara can suck cock passably well."

"I'm sure Tara is excellent at cock-sucking," Victor said with excitement. He was already unzipping his pants. Tara just looked at me with horror.

"Get to it bitch!" I snapped. "Earn your keep for once."

Tara stomped her way to Victor, her heels clipping the tiles. She looked at me and sneered as she dropped down to her knees. She gripped Victor's hard cock and almost lovingly stroked it. Well, it was with a lot more affection than she ever stroked my cock. I suspect the little slut was trying to make me jealous. Tara rose just enough to let his cock rest against her breasts and Victor moaned with bliss. Two can play at this game.

"Emily, my pants," I commanded, and Emily knelt in front of me. I shifted as she removed my pants.

Tara's eyes flashed with a deeper anger than I had ever seen. Maybe it was because I wasn't madly jealous to see her sucking someone's cock. Maybe it was because she knew I wasn't going to change my mind. Or maybe, just maybe, she didn't want to see anyone else suck me. I was going to have to play with this.

Anyway, Tara stroked Victor's cock faster, pressing his cock to her corset-lifted breasts. She looked up at him and did something indecent with her tongue and lips. When Victor closed his eyes in disbelief, Tara tucked her head and sucked down his cock to the balls. Her hand dropped to his balls where she squeezed his hairy sack. Victor was moaning, and Tara turned her head to glare at me with her hazel eyes.

I wasn't disturbed. Emily had my cock out, and she was licking my tip with rapid flicks of her tongue. She was also moaning on my cock, knowing how much I enjoyed to feel her lips vibrate. Emily was trying to give me the best blowjob possible because she knows if she doesn't, I'll just fuck her tits till I climax on her face. Emily hates that, so she was sucking for her dignity. It was quite good, Emily was sucking me hard to avoid humiliation and Tara was humiliating herself to make me jealous.

Victor was oblivious to all of this. The short man held Tara's hair with both hands, running his fingers through her red silk. He leaned back against the counter, sweat already forming on his head. A drop of sweat fell from his nose and splashed on Tara's face as she continued to chug his cock.

"It's too much," Victor cried out. "Turn around so I can fuck your pussy,"

"Sorry, Victor," I gasped, holding Emily's head down on my cock. "The chastity belt stays on. However, feel free to use her ass as much as you like."

"What?" Tara gasped, pulling Victor's cock from her mouth. Her lips were shiny with spit.

"Turn around, you heard him!" Victor snapped. He was already forgetting Tara was a customer, and Tara's face betrayed how well aware she was of the power loss. Victor squeezed his fist around Tara's hair and dragged her to a standing position. He turned her body around, and pushed her to bend over the sales counter. For a moment it looked like Tara was going to complain or even renege on her participation, but my expensive little slut kept quiet. She cried out when Victor violated her cheeks with his spit-lubricated cock.

"Look, Emily," I said, loud enough for Tara to hear over Victor's grunting. "See how quickly my wife becomes a tramp herself when it suits her? There she is, in those fuck-me heels she was complaining about earlier and her tits hanging out of her corset, being fucked in the ass just so she can have a little underwear. What do you make of that?"

Emily released my cock from her lips. "I think you're wife is a fucking ass whore," Emily said with dignity. "Notice how she didn't even complain? Most women don't like it that way but your wife seems to be taking it just fine." I laughed as Tara's mouth snarled.

"Come, sit on my cock and we'll watch Tara together," I instructed. Emily was so pleased I wasn't going to be fucking her tits that she acted very fast. She pulled her panties down and straddled me facing Tara. I guided my cock as her tight pussy slid onto me until I was completely buried in her. Emily knew what I liked so she rested her hands on her knees and began humping my cock at once. I wanted to devote my full attention to Tara.

"Damn, damn," Victor grunted slamming his hips into Tara's poor ass. He had discovered how useful her steel belt was for grabbing, and it gave him maximum penetration with each thrust. Victor was shaking the counter as he brought his weight crashing into Tara. Ripples and shock waves were visible on her buttocks as the impacts of his lust grew faster. My wife winced with each torrid thrust, Victor's lust was becoming too rough and selfish.

"See the look of lust on my wife's face?" I asked Emily out loud. Emily didn't pause in her humping as I spoke. "She's mad because she can't climax from anal sex." Tara's face reddened and she buried her face in her arms but I knew she could still hear me. "Tara's mad because Victor can fuck her all afternoon long, and she'll never, ever, be able to cum."

Emily gasped and my hands went to her hips. I forced her hips to keep moving despite her climax.

"She is a slut if that's all she can think about!" Emily gasped, laughing at the same time.

"Yes," I grunted. "That's all my wife cares about, her own pleasure and she can't even have that."

"Please," Tara asked.

"Please, what my little slut?" I said, loudly to be heard over Emily's own moans.

"Please let me take off my belt, Mr. Thomas," Tara begged.

"Take it!" Victor cried out, and he froze as his body shook. Tara's eyes widened as she felt his large cock expel his cum into her ass. I wasn't sure if she was disturbed by cum in her ass or worried that she wouldn't get her pussy fucked today.

I had my own concerns. Watching my wife whore herself for the simple pleasure of wearing underwear had sent me close to the edge. I leaned back in my chair as Emily bounced higher and higher on my cock. My chauffeur was giving me an excellent view of her bare ass peeking out from under her miniskirt. Tara's whining about her treatment was fresh in my ears as I pumped my cum out, creaming into Emily's slick pussy. Emily laughed as my cum filled her pussy and I knew her laughter was for Tara.

"I'm glad we could come to an arrangement, Victor," I said as I zipped my pants up.

"I am always happy to do business with you Mr. Thomas," Victor laughed. He slapped Tara's ass once, like a man would a good horse.

"Thank Victor for making it happen, Tara," I instructed. "You're lucky he found your ass attractive enough, whore."

Tara somehow found the strength to be angry. I suppose her inability to climax might be responsible for that. She stood up tall and looked down her nose at Victor.

"Thank you, for being bought so cheaply," Tara snarled. Then my wife went to the boutique door and waited for me.

Sometimes I almost like her.

To be continued