Speaker 1: My husband knows me very well that I get a
Speaker 1: kick out of causing riots whenever I leave the house,
Speaker 1: but especially when I go shopping. I am a hot
Speaker 1: wife who's also an exhibitionist. Why else wouldn't I love
Speaker 1: what I do if I wasn't living to my truest form.
Speaker 1: My body is my favorite weapon. My two main arsenal
Speaker 1: comprises of my tits and my watermelon shaped ars. How
Speaker 1: I get to deploy them is the trick. But know
Speaker 1: that whenever I do, if I get excited enough, there's
Speaker 1: bound to be some riot going on. If you get
Speaker 1: my drift, you don't, well, then allow me to go
Speaker 1: in depth. The other day, I told my husband that
Speaker 1: I was heading out to buy some household items at Costco.
Speaker 1: He asked that I pick up a bottle of white
Speaker 1: wine when I can. I said, sure, honey. It was
Speaker 1: a Saturday and he had little to nothing to do
Speaker 1: besides watch some sports and mind the kids while I'm gone,
Speaker 1: which usually serves me best because my little ones are
Speaker 1: always eager to go out with me, thus spoiling whatever
Speaker 1: intended fun I might have. It's a good thing that
Speaker 1: they're little and know nothing about their mom's freaky lifestyle.
Speaker 1: Hopefully some day they'll learn. That's if they don't stumble
Speaker 1: upon my only fans channels some day, or worst, one
Speaker 1: of their friends might show it to them. The way
Speaker 1: kids are learning new things these days, especially when it
Speaker 1: comes to the Internet, you just never know, such as
Speaker 1: the fear any mother like me would have, but it's
Speaker 1: ever enough to stop us from living our life. Thank God.
Speaker 1: Hopefully when that day arrives, my husband and I would
Speaker 1: know what to do. I'm not afraid of it, even
Speaker 1: though it does worry me somewhat. But enough of that.
Speaker 1: I kissed my husband and said goodbye to my kids,
Speaker 1: then grabbed my handbag and car keys and left the house.
Speaker 1: I got into the car, dropped my handbag in the passengers,
Speaker 1: then lifted my dress to examine myself. I wasn't wearing
Speaker 1: any panties. That's how I usually do whenever I'm stepping out.
Speaker 1: I love to feel a warm breeze between my legs,
Speaker 1: especially whenever I'm walking, though I'd much prefer if I
Speaker 1: were without clothes, but out of the risk of getting arrested,
Speaker 1: this was a better alternative. Always it's a better way
Speaker 1: to attract men to glance in my direction, wouldn't you agree?
Speaker 1: I started the car, eased out of the driveway, and
Speaker 1: then I was off to Costco that was located across
Speaker 1: town from where I lived. The drive was nearly an hour,
Speaker 1: and I arrived there evening was fast approaching. Usually the
Speaker 1: Costco establishment was awfully packed up during the week ends,
Speaker 1: but today seemed to be an exception. I found plenty
Speaker 1: of empty spaces to park, and I eased my car
Speaker 1: into one, turned off the engine, grabbed my handbag and
Speaker 1: stepped down. There weren't many people around, which was too bad,
Speaker 1: as I was itching under my clothes and would have
Speaker 1: loved to flash myself at any one, especially a suitable man.
Speaker 1: I slammed my door shut and then made for the
Speaker 1: Costco building. It didn't take long for me to gather
Speaker 1: the items I came to purchase. I pushed my cart
Speaker 1: to the checkout counter, made payment, then gathered up my
Speaker 1: bags and headed towards the exit. One of the bags
Speaker 1: tore open underneath and spilled the items inside. Lucky for me,
Speaker 1: a man who worked there came to my rescue. He
Speaker 1: helped me with scooping my items and helped me with
Speaker 1: putting them into a new bag. I thanked him for
Speaker 1: the assistance, and he willingly agreed to help carry the
Speaker 1: bags for me. We left the building and I couldn't
Speaker 1: help making conversation with the young man as he approached
Speaker 1: the direction where I'd left my car. His name was
Speaker 1: Casey and he was in college. He appeared somewhat shy
Speaker 1: and laughed nervously while I tear about how handsome he looked.
Speaker 1: I dared to ask if he had a girlfriend. He
Speaker 1: said he recently broke up with his former. I said
Speaker 1: to him that he probably deserved someone better. We got
Speaker 1: to my car and I accepted the bags from him,
Speaker 1: but then I allowed my hand bag to fall from
Speaker 1: my grasp. I bent down to pick it, while also
Speaker 1: lifting up my dress to expose my naked rump to him.
Speaker 1: I happened to view Casey through my side mirror. He
Speaker 1: stood two feet behind me and stood petrified, like he
Speaker 1: couldn't move. He stared at me with a dazed expression
Speaker 1: on his face. Obviously he liked what he had seen. Boops,
Speaker 1: I muttered and pushed down my dress after picking up
Speaker 1: my handbag, as if only then realizing how much of
Speaker 1: a slut I was. Sorry, I hope I didn't startle you, ma'am.
Speaker 1: You you've got no panties on, he said incredulously. His
Speaker 1: face looked caught up in a blush, like he would
Speaker 1: explode any minute. I always prefer leaving my panties at
Speaker 1: home whenever I'm outside, I explained. Since you've been a
Speaker 1: kind gentleman to me, I think it's fair if I
Speaker 1: gave you a reward, Could you, by chance take a
Speaker 1: break from work and give me a few minutes of
Speaker 1: your time? I promise I'll make it worth your While
Speaker 1: I was standing so close to him, I could inhale
Speaker 1: his breath, I slid my hand across his crotch and
Speaker 1: was rewarded by his heart on pressing against his genes.
Speaker 1: He looked confused, like he was attempting to compute whether
Speaker 1: to accept my offer of blow his load right there?
Speaker 1: And then? What do you say, Casey? Do you think
Speaker 1: they'll be looking for you right now? Um? No, No,
Speaker 1: I think they someone can cover for me. Where would
Speaker 1: you want us to go? How about you get into
Speaker 1: the passenger's seat first while we decide on that. Casey's
Speaker 1: smile took over his face as he then took off
Speaker 1: his costco jacket and went around to the passenger side.
Speaker 1: I threw my purchased items into the booth, then got
Speaker 1: into the car, started the engine, and eased out of
Speaker 1: the parking space. I had no idea where to go,
Speaker 1: except I knew it wouldn't be safe carrying out further
Speaker 1: exposure in the Costco parking grounds. Casey suggested somewhere close by,
Speaker 1: some place private, not far from the area. I drove
Speaker 1: out of the vicinity, took a right turn back onto
Speaker 1: the main road, and after two kilometers, pulled into an
Speaker 1: empty lot that was overgrown by weeds and refuse. I
Speaker 1: had a good view of the Costco building, including the
Speaker 1: sunset happening in the background. I off the engine and
Speaker 1: gestured at Casey to get into the back seat. His
Speaker 1: jenes were down his waist with his cock at attention
Speaker 1: by the time I joined him and shut the door.
Speaker 1: I lowered my head onto his lap and got busy
Speaker 1: sucking him. I lifted my dress to further expose MI nudity.
Speaker 1: Casey reached over my shoulder to squeeze my tits. As
Speaker 1: his breathing quickened, I cupped his balls and widened my
Speaker 1: mouth to consume his cock. Further from his gasping breath.
Speaker 1: I knew I had him in my power, and yet
Speaker 1: I had to work quickly so as not to get
Speaker 1: him fired from his job. I came up for air
Speaker 1: and pushed my hair from my face. Then Casey assisted
Speaker 1: me to get on top of him. His hands disappeared
Speaker 1: under my dress to grasp my buttocks. As I adjusted
Speaker 1: my frame on top of him while working his cock
Speaker 1: between my thighs, his cock slipped inside me. I wiggled
Speaker 1: my buttocks for him to get better traction. My tits
Speaker 1: pressed against Casey's face, and our breathing took on more effort.
Speaker 1: As I got busy writing him, we fell into a
Speaker 1: near perfect rhythm. I upped my pace and began writing
Speaker 1: him harder, wanting his cock to get me further. The
Speaker 1: windows were partly open, but within minutes of us screwing,
Speaker 1: the back seat was heating up like an oven, and
Speaker 1: the car rocked consistently with our rhythm. I ground my
Speaker 1: butt against Casey, thrusting my pelvis back and forth while
Speaker 1: he jerked his thighs in frantic pace to match me.
Speaker 1: He kissed and sucked my tits, groaning while he did.
Speaker 1: My eyes squeezed shut as he held him strong, loving
Speaker 1: the feel of his cock buried deep inside my count
Speaker 1: We were firing on all cylinders, upping our pace and
Speaker 1: gasping phrenetically. The vehicle jerked with our movement. Our breathing
Speaker 1: clouded up the windows. I regretted not having left on
Speaker 1: the air conditioner. I felt his cock start to expand
Speaker 1: inside me and knew he was seconds from coming. I
Speaker 1: rode him harder, wanting to feel his com explode inside me.
Speaker 1: Eventually he did, and the moment felt terrific. Minutes later,
Speaker 1: I got a box of wet wipes out of the
Speaker 1: glove compartment and I helped to clean Casey before allowing
Speaker 1: him to wear back his clothes. You aren't going to
Speaker 1: clean yourself, don't worry about me, I said, someone will
Speaker 1: do a better job for me. Come on, let me
Speaker 1: drop you off. We left the back seat and I
Speaker 1: got behind the wheel, started the car and dropped him
Speaker 1: off at the Costco entrance and waved goodbye to him
Speaker 1: before driving off. I pulled into my driveway and the
Speaker 1: front door opened, and my kids scampered out to greet me.
Speaker 1: I allowed them to grab the grocery bags out of
Speaker 1: the booth while rushing into the house. My husband was
Speaker 1: in the living room and gave me a curious look
Speaker 1: as I grabbed his arm and pulled him along. He
Speaker 1: said nothing until I got him into the bedroom and
Speaker 1: locked the door. He read the look on my face
Speaker 1: and knew instantly that I had been naughty. You aren't
Speaker 1: going to believe the fun I had minutes ago, darling,
Speaker 1: I lifted my dress for him to see the dry
Speaker 1: rivers of come spilling down my thighs. I brought you
Speaker 1: a taste, I added. My husband was agog with surprise.
Speaker 1: He dropped to his knees and spent several minutes kissing
Speaker 1: and licking every inch of my thighs. I spread my
Speaker 1: legs and held up my dress while he fed on
Speaker 1: my pussy. I experienced a sensuous climax while he ate
Speaker 1: my dry We had to stop as our kids were
Speaker 1: banging on the door demanding our presence. We promised to
Speaker 1: continue later that night and went to see about dinner.