In love with long hair

Later after we got cleaned up I helped her get her hair dry, I also know why now it’s always in a bun, it stays wet all day as she never blows it dry. After we got dressed I said “Can we go shopping? I want to pick out something a bit less plain for you” “Whatever you want, I’m yours now to have as you wish.”
We went to the mall and instead of going to her usual places we went to a rather progressive store. I picked out some damn sexy on the verge of slutty outfits for her and also some thigh high boots to go with it. “When shall I wear this?” she asked. “Monday morning of course! This is your new work clothes!” “Oh really?” was all she said but with a very wicked smile on her face all the time! We then bought many other outfits and then with our hands full returned back to her place for another night of fucking like animals.

When Monday morning arrived I told her to be 20 minutes late. I went in first as I wanted to see the look on all the others in the dept. Soon enough the elevator opened and out walked what looked like a high priced hooker, 6 inch thigh high black boots, red almost see-thru top with a ton of cleavage showing and no bra (you see, 40ff’s at 25 will stand all on their own) and a black mini-skirt that when she bent over all you saw was the little red G-String panties leaving nothing to the imagination. But up still was the bun. Well, for about 20 steps when she pulled the one stick holding it all up was pulled in a rather seductive was and there fell the 8 feet of hair like a cape dragging behind here as she walked to her cubicle. Jaws were dropping everywhere. Men who had never given her the time of day were trying hard to just remember her damn name. Some of the older men started walking to the men’s room for reasons all their own. Women were just staring wishing they were even half as good looking as her.
As for me, well, I only noticed the 3 carat ring on my wife’s hand. See, we got married on Sunday…