Terry pt.3 (fm:threesomes, 10364 words) [3/3] show all parts

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In the week following what Terry had come to think of as her awakening, changes were made. Starting with her wardrobe, anything that was baggy, shapeless and unflattering got donated and replaced by clothes that accentuated her assets without being too flashy. All of her underwear went away too. Not donated this time as that, she thought, would be disgusting even if the place would take them, but the trash. They were replaced by silk and lace in blacks, reds and pinks. She thought about garter belts and stockings, but judged that as too far at the moment. She kept her flats and sneakers but did add a couple of low heels to her collection. She'd need some practice before graduating to high heels or stilettos. Maybe Chloe could help.

Next was a trip to the beauty parlor for grooming that involved some painful waxing that had also involved some tears. She just didn't trust herself with a razor down there. She thought she could maintain it, but getting all the hair initially scared her. The mound part was another matter though, she had trimmed and shaped it before so that wasn't a problem. She had seen Chloe's hardwoods last Saturday and had noted how smooth it felt when she'd fingered Chloe's clit and liked it, so off hers came. Chloe was right about the feel of silk against bare skin, it was amazing.

She followed that up with a trip to a makeup counter in a major department store for advice and product to up her beauty regime. She shied away from fake eyelashes and heavy foundation, preferring a more natural look as she had been using, but better. On her way out of the store, she passed a jewelry counter and a pair of earrings caught her eye. In a moment she splurged on the sparkle and walked out wearing her new bling.

As the week began to close in on the weekend, she began to notice some things that she jotted down to hopeful anticipation. Her nipples were always hard, to the point that she had to be careful about the blouse she chose to wear. Or she had until she thought, What the fuck, if people see them, they can dream! There was also a moistness between her thighs that required nightly relief with her favorite toy. When she walked into her apartment, she'd just leave a trail of clothes leading to her bedroom and take care of it. She didn't know if she should be worried about the woman she was becoming. She had told her best friend to her face that she wanted to fuck her husband, for chrissakes. That couldn't be right, but she also didn't care. They had started it after all. She also didn't know what she would do if she was denied Saturday night. Maybe go to a club and find someone there to fill her pussy. She wanted Lance but, one way or another, she was going to need satisfaction and she would get it. She smiled knowing that she'd probably have to find a black guy to match Lance's massive pole. Maybe she should think about a therapist.

On Saturday, she could barely contain herself. She was like a high school girl again, getting ready for a date with the football quarterback. She showered, perfumed, made up her face and then started laying out clothing options. There were a couple of miniskirts in the mix, one made of leather, a pair of jeans and a peasant skirt that came just to her knees. What it was going to boil down to was panty choice, thong or yea or nay, and access. Which removed the jeans from contention. For Chloe and Lance's place, the minis would work just fine, but if she ended up at a club, she didn't want to have to worry about flashing panties or pussy sitting on a barstool. Even if she was looking for someone to fill the latter. She turned to the peasant skirt, deciding that it was the best choice for this evening. She could wear panties or not and no one would ever know. Unless the evening went well.

The next decision was the top. I was coolish in the evenings, so the silky tops wouldn't work, even though she'd be out of the car for a total of three minutes. She could wear a jacket, but none of them really went with the skirt. That left another flannel, she smiled at the homage to the previous week, but the difference was that it now followed the curves of her body, accentuating her boobs, which Chloe and Lance both seemed to enjoy. It also had sparkly thread woven through it, so it shimmered. She chose a black lace bra with a front clasp to go under it and she got dressed. She didn't want to risk any kind of heels so shiny patent leather flats finished the look.

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LUST4LIFE writes Thu 24 Jul 2025 01:37:

Spectacular story! Thanks for sharing!
L4L

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