Teaching Millie She’s Hot, Part III: A New Life

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My sweet, big-titted plumper wife, Millie, had changed after her day at the beach. I had once thought she was perfect, but I hadn’t known what perfect was before that day. Oh, she was still the same Millie; funny and sweet and giving, and more devoted to me than ever. After her struggle to trust me that day, and her amazing, instant transformation from self-hating “fatandugly” housewife to blazing-hot naked cockteaser as a result of that reluctant trust, she would do literally anything I said without hesitation. The change was exactly that transformation. She was no longer the self-conscious fat girl who hid herself in frumpy clothes and dreaded going out in public. She became a proud and happy BBW, walking down the street or through the Mall with her head held high, her astonishing tits thrust out boldly, her big ass rolling and jiggling, and a contented and secure smile on her face. Where once men hardly gave her a glance, she was now followed by bugged-out eyes and dropped jaws everywhere she went. And she loved it. The first thing we did when we got back to the house from the beach was have three absolutely savage fucks in succession–in the living room, the bedroom, and the shower–with her still naked from the beach and me telling her over and over what she had done. She stayed naked all the rest of that day, and I fucked her twice more before we went to bed. When we finally did, we cuddled and kissed and murmured love to each other till Millie drifted off. She was snuggled close, one huge tit pressed into my side, the other lying across my chest, and she slept in my arms with the most beautiful childlike smile on her sweet lips that I’d ever seen. Only one day, I thought. 24 hours. Less. That morning she had been so afraid….It was a long time before I slept.The next day we spent shopping. We went to a series of “plus size” women’s dress shops and bought Millie a whole new wardrobe. We had to go to three or four, because the first ones we saw seemed to have only the kind of frumpy, dull things she would never wear again. Finally, we found one that had a little of that, but much more of the sexy, tight and revealing clothes that Millie was looking for and hungry to wear. “You don’t know what this means to me, Jeff,” she enthused as she looked through a rack of low-cut tops. “I always wanted to look good and wear sexy stuff, but I never thought I could. Now I find out I AM pretty and sexy and–and hot.” She looked at me, her eyes brimming with love. For about the fiftieth time since the day before, she hugged me and gave me a passionate kiss and whispered, “Thank you, Jeff. Thank you so much.” she leaned back and looked at me, her tits still pressed against my waist, and said, “You always knew, didn’t you? You always saw me that way when no one else did.” “Yup. You got it, Big Tits.” She giggled and rubbed them against me for a second, then said, “I love you so much,” and went back to her search. We left the store with so many boxes and bags I had to make two trips. “Where to now?” I asked, and she shocked me–and not for the last time. “Do you know where we can get a dildo?” she asked, a wicked smile on her baby face and her big blue eyes sparkling.”Am I not enough for you?” I asked teasingly. She looked down, her face pink. “Oh, yes, Jeff. But I want to–to–” “You want to show off with it and cum while you do it,” I said.She nodded gratefully and asked, “Do you know where we can get one? Or two?” I took her to an adult bookstore I knew. We were there for over an hour after she realized they also stocked lingerie and other goods that other stores didn’t ankara travesti carry. Even though Millie was wearing a fairly modest pair of jeans and an ordinary blouse, the clerk couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Can’t say I blamed him. Millie chose five, count ’em, five outrageous dildos. She also picked out two fishnet body stockings, some crotchless, thong and G-string panties, three pairs of outrageous, stretchy shortshorts, and several amazing T-shirts. One read “ALL NATURAL” in huge red letters; another said “Want me to SHAKE ’em?” and a third came with two iron-on sets of big red lips that we would place on the shirt where her nipples showed through. Across the top it said “KISS ME TWICE.” “You’re going a little nuts, aren’t you, baby?” I said, as she looked at one that just said “BIG TITS,” but in letters that were made to look as if they were vibrating up and down. She dropped that one in our basket too and laughed. “You don’t know how long I’ve envied girls who could wear things like this,” she said. “Now I’m making up for lost time. Ooo, look at this one!” She held up a shirt that said, “I have two important points…” and beneath, a large “1” and “2.” She giggled and took it. “Find me a really dirty one that I can wear just for you, Jeff,” she said happily. “Then we can go look at the leather stuff!”I picked one out that said “FUCK ME TILL I CRY,” and she squealed with delight. “Do they have it in XXL?” she asked. They did, and we bought that one too. In the leather aisle she first picked out a spiked dog collar and leash. I blinked at that, and she smiled at me, her cheeks pink, and said, “I want you to make me go to the beach naked in this and lead me around and make me do tricks.” I was still digesting that when she chose a harness that would emphasize her tits and still leave them bare. Then, to my shock and cock-hardening joy, she picked out some wrist and ankle cuffs, a beginner’s bondage kit, and a ball gag. “I want to be helpless,” she said with another enchanting blush. Finally, we went back to the “clothing” aisle–if you can really call it “clothing.” Millie picked out a few nighties–two that were totally transparent, one that was just a network of ragged rips and tears, and one made of nothing but long fringe. Then she chose some spangled G-strings with matching tasselled pasties and a belly-dancing costume. She asked me, “Is there anything you’d like to see me in, Jeff?” I chose a slave-girl outfit–a string to go around her hips with narrow silk panels in front and back, a string bra that wouldn’t even cover her nipples, and a harem veil. She squealed when she saw it and said, “I can’t wait to dance for you in that!” We finally went to the counter and paid for it all. It was a bundle, but I’d have spent twice that much without blinking. The clerk called me back with a gesture as we were leaving. When I got back to the counter, he leaned over and whispered, “Mister, I hope you get down on your knees every night and give thanks to God.” “I do,” I whispered back, grinning. “Believe it.” I really do, and every morning as well. “Here,” he said as he put a small box in my hand. “This is on the house. I hope she enjoys ’em.” I looked. It was an assortment of French ticklers, meant to be put on my cock as I fucked her to add to her excitement. “Thanks,” I said as I slipped them into my pocket. “Now you can feel like there’s a little bit of you in her pussy.” He grinned. “That’s the idea.”Before I walked away, I whispered, “She shaves it bare, too…” He grimaced in mock pain and waved me away. “What was that all about?” asked Millie, ankara travestileri who had waited by the door. “He just wanted to know if we wanted to open an account,” I lied. “And to tell me how lucky I am, like I didn’t know that.” She giggled and said, “Promise you’ll tell me when anyone says something like that.”So I told her exactly what he said, and Millie glowed. I left out the part about the ticklers. That would be a surprise. My head was spinning as we went to the car. I guess it showed, because Millie asked, “Jeff, do you want me to drive?” I shook my head. “I’m okay,” I said. “It’s just a big change, and it happened so fast.” I looked down at her. “Less than 48 hours ago, you wouldn’t have been caught dead in that place. Now you’re buying out the store.” She looked up at me with her old sweet smile, but with a new twinkle in her beautiful eyes. “Do you like the change?” she asked coyly. I just looked back at her snd said, “Oh, Millie. I loved you more than life, before. Now…” My mouth was open, but nothing was coming out. I shrugged and almost dropped one of the black plastic bags. “You are my life,” I finally said. “Your body is my soul, and your face is my heart. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have you love me.” Her eyes filled with tears. “No, Jeff,” she said. “I’m the lucky one. You showed me who I am, and now you’re letting me be that.” She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, lifting her face to me, and I leaned down and kissed her again. That time I did drop a couple of bags. On the way home, Millie was bubbly. “I can’t wait to model all my new things for you,” she said. “Do I get to jack off?” I laughed. She looked at me with a wicked smile. “You better, Big Dick,” she breathed. “And you better shoot, too. Lots of times. I want you to tell me to lick it up off the floor.” “We have carpeting,” I said. My head was spinning again. “So we do it in the kitchen. I better mop first.” I glanced over at her. She was totally serious. It was amazing. Not only had Millie learned what I wanted her to learn, but she had somehow fixated on me “making” her do things. Apparently her being all but forced to parade around in her obscenely small bikini in public had affected her deeply, and now, “having to” do something was an essential element of the erotic thrill for her. I found myself making plans. I thought about Chubbies, the strip club, and smiled to myself as we drove home with Millie excitedly looking through her purchases and ooohing and gasping and giggling. We relaxed over a light dinner, and then I sat in the kitchen and waited for the “fashion show” to begin. Millie started with the “street clothes” she had bought first–and they were eyepopping enough on their own. Skintight jeans and sexy sandals, clingy low-cut tops that threatened to spill gallons of tits at every move, short skirts that showed off her beautiful, curvy white legs, and dresses that would stop traffic at rush hour (and did). The shortshorts were incredible. They started four inches below her bellybutton, and they ended halfway down her ass. A hand’s breadth of asscheek was left bare on either side, and they were about as concealing–in back and in front–as a coat of spray paint. The T-shirts she wore with the shorts we’re shocking with her enormous braless breasts bouncing and wobbling beneath them, and she decided she might not wear them in public after all–“Unless you tell me to,” she said. I could tell that she hoped I would. She moved on to the nightwear and exotic costumes she’d chosen. I made it through the transparent babydolls and the net bodystockings–no travesti ankara point in trying to describe those, the effect was nuclear–and the belly dancing outfit, but when she came out wearing a red spangled G-string and matching tassels, and started to do a fuck-me dance in front of me, all bets were off. Jack off, hell. Some other time. I bent her over by the kitchen table and had her hold onto the back of a chair as I pulled the G-string down to her ankles and off and jammed my stiff cock into her wet cunt from behind. She mewed and whimpered and hissed as I slid my cock in and out of her gushing-wet pussy, watching her tits swinging free and her tassels tossing wildly as I slammed into her grasping, slippery cunt. Her big, creamy-white ass rippled and quivered with the impacts as I fucked her deep and hard. I knew how to make her cum. “You cock-teasing bitch! I’m going to make you wear that outfit in public! I want to see you walking down the street barefoot and bare-assed, with your bare tits swinging and your fucking tassels bouncing around and your G-string sparkling in the sunshine!” She was shivering and grunting as she pumped her big ass back at me. “Oh, yes, Jeff–I’ll do it–I’ll shake my tits the whole time if you tell me to–“Her pussy was milking my cock like she was sucking me off with it. I was already getting close; the stimulation of watching her pick out all those sexy clothes, and then model them for me, had brought me halfway to shooting before I ever touched my dick. I had had a hard-on all day. And grasping the idea that she’d do anything I said was sinking in, too. It was turning me on like a million-volt generator. As I fucked her, I tried to scare her. “I’m gonna take you for a walk in your dog collar like the bitch you are–“”I’ll crawl naked on my hands and knees–” “With your bare tits swinging–” “I’ll drag my nipples on the sidewalk–” “I’ll make you squat and hold your pussy open and piss on the ground–“”I’ll do it–I’ll shit in the gutter if you tell me to–“”And wipe your ass by dragging it through the grass–“”I’ll do it, Jeff! I’ll do anything!”She shuddered and jerked and her pussy clamped down on my dick like it was her fist. “I’m cumming, Jeff! I’m cumming all over your dick! Make me do something!” “Catch my wad in your mouth! Do it now!” She shivered and pulled herself off my dick, then spun around and knelt at my feet. She grabbed my dick and put it in her mouth, hands quivering–she was still cumming–and began to suck and slurp and slobber all over it, as noisily and sloppily as she could. One hand went to her bald crotch, and she fingered herself desperately as she worked on my bursting dickhead like there was air in it and she was drowning. I bent down and yanked her tassels off, then grabbed her nipples by the tips and pulled them up till they were level with her eyes–and she mewled and came again, still sucking my dick. I shook her huge tits by her nipples, hard, and she whimpered and stopped sucking long to gasp, “Keep doing that”–and at that I shot in her mouth. Millie slurped on my spurting dickhead, working hard to make my orgasm as intense as possible, even as I pulled and stretched and shook her tender nipples and made her cream so hard her cunt was trickling fluid onto the floor. My sperm leaked from her sweet baby lips and ran down her chin, and she looked up at me with slitted climax eyes and opened her mouth and let it spill out, licking my dick as the last few spurts jetted across her nose and cheeks and into her hair. I let go of Millie’s tits and let them flop heavily to her chest, and I sat down. Fortunately, there was a chair behind me. I hadn’t bothered to check. I sat there and looked at my sweet wife, kneeling naked with my sperm all over her pretty face and dripping onto her wonderful tits, and she looked back at me.

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