Mia crawled out of bed, stripped off her nightie and panties, and walked sleepily into the shower. When she came out again, she was wide awake and ready to face the new day, her mind bubbling with all sorts of naughty ideas. She shivered hard just thinking about some of them.

Her tits jutted out proudly as she stood before her open closet, searching far something to wear. After fingering several garments, it suddenly dawned upon her that the majority of her clothes had been handpicked by Bob and were very plain, very conservative. They did little to show off her shapely curves, and nothing at all to make other men interested in her. In them, she would just blend into the crowd, be just another boring housewife, a Plain Jane no other men would want.

It was probably her devotion to Bob that her from noticing her clothes' plainness beta. She had been too eager to please him and had blindly accepted the clothes, telling herself that they were all right. Well, they weren't all right, not then and not now, and she wasn't going to wear them anymore.

She gathered then in her arms and carried them out of her closet, then dumped them in a pile in a corner of the room, where they would be thrown out with the rest of the trash.

"Now," she said, rubbing her naked asscheeks, "I've got plenty of room for some new clothes. And there just happens to be a sale over at the shopping mall." Then, looking about the room, she said, "Now let me see, where did Bob leave his credit card?"

The mall was alive with scantily dressed, hustling, bustling people carrying bulky packages and overflowing bags and crying babies who had too much excitement and heat. The sweet odors of baked goods and chocolate candies and exotic perfumes drifted through the air, along with the harsh sounds of ringing cash registers and screaming customers and happy children. Camaraderie was everywhere; you could almost taste it.