The Shoe Whore - Sex Stories

The Shoe Whore

"Jennifer!" I yelled from my desk as I sat there looking over the monthly bills. I heard her coming down the stairs and then her soft footsteps along the hallway coming closer. "What's wrong?" she said, coming into the study. "What is this I am looking at?" I asked, shoving a piece of paper across the table at her. "Well it looks like a receipt. It says it's from... oh." "Yeah, oh. You know we have been tight on money lately and here you go and spend... Holy Shit! $200.00 on a pair of shoes! What were they made of gold or something?" I said, astonished as I read the receipt. "But honey, they are Christian Louboutin's. They were on sale and they were sooo pretty! Besides, I bought them so I would look good for you!" she said, giving me that cute little pout that she knows always gets me. Or almost always. "Oh no, young lady! You aren't going to put this off on me! And that little pout of yours is not going to work either!" I said, "Now go get these overpriced Christian Whatshisnames and let's see what $200.00 shoes look like." She went back upstairs to get the shoes and brought them back to me. "So these are the shoes are they?" I asked, holding the strappy, open-toe, high heeled sandals. "If these shoes cost $200.00 on sale, how much were they originally?" "They were $250.00. I saved $50.00 by buying them on sale," she said. "Well that may be, but we can't afford to be spending $250.00 or even $200.00 on a pair of shoes, I don't care how pretty they are. You'll just have to ...

... take them back," I told her. "But honey..." she whined. "You heard me. We can't afford them, and that's all there is to it," I said. "All right. I'll take them back tomorrow," she said with a sigh of disappointment. She knew I was right. I enjoyed her efforts to always look good for me and if I could have, I would have bought the damn shoes for her. But I had been out of work for a couple months because of an injury, and we had gotten behind on a few bills. Nothing we couldn't make up after awhile, but for right now, that was too much money for a pair of shoes, no matter how pretty they were. The next day, she did as I told her and took the shoes back to the store. She was gone for about an hour before I heard her pulling up in the driveway. She came in carrying the same shoe store plastic bag she left with. "Dave," she said, "I tried to take the shoes back like you said, but they wouldn't take them back. I didn't know it at the time, but they have an 'All Sales Final - No Returns' policy there." I took her hand and we went back out to the car. I drove us back to the shoe store and I had a little chat with the store manager. I tried to explain the situation and that we didn't have the money to spend on the shoes, but the store manager said there wasn't anything he could do. The shoe store was part of a larger chain and he had to go by the store's rules. He pointed out the sign that was right there above the registers and read "All Sales Final - No Returns" just like my wife ...