Window Shopping

My name is Dianne, and I’m a stay at home mom. This week is the second week of school. It was a fun summer with the kids Screen Shot 2014-10-03 at 7.47.35 PMbeing home, but I am glad to get them out of the house for a few hours a day. My husband, Luke, decided to take yesterday off work so that we could have some time alone and go hang out doing something, just the two of us.

He bought me a little dress that I wouldn’t normally wear except behind the closed doors of our house, if the kids aren’t home, but I trust his taste. I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing no bra, a little sexy lace thong and high heels. I could see my nipples standing at attention under my dress. All my good parts were covered, but the dress came within an inch of the bottom of my ass. I looked like a little tramp. A slut. When Luke walked into the room and saw me, his jaw dropped in amazing approval. I love how he always looks at me, but I really love it when I get this amount of approval from him. He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waste, pushed his face through my hair to my ear and whispered, “I am really hot for you right now, Dianne. You are the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. And you’re all mine.” I could tell he was turned on from his cock protruding in his shorts and pushing into my ass. I was a little shocked since we had just had sex that morning before the kids left for school. I guess the sight of me, got his motor revving again. Mine was starting to purr to life also. I could feel wetness start to bead in my pussy. I looked at his eyes peering through my hair, gazing at me from head to foot, undressing me in his mind. I looked at both of us together. I thought, ‘I may look like a slut, but today, I am Luke’s slut.’ As long as he looks at me like that, he can have anything from me and do anything he wants to me, anywhere, anytime.

He backed away slowly and said, we needed to go soon, or we wouldn’t go anywhere. I didn’t have a problem with that, being more than a little uncomfortable wearing that dress in public. I thought it was a good thing school was in. Children shouldn’t see me like this.

We left in Luke’s truck and went to LaPeep for breakfast. There were only a few customers in the restaurant. Most of them were in their fifties and higher. As we walked in, the place went silent. Everyone wanted to look at me, but didn’t dare stare. Luke immediately wrapped his arm around my waste and pulled me tight into him. The girl behind the counter asked, “Just the two of you today?”

Luke nodded and said, “Yes, just my wife and I.” He said it loud enough so every customer could hear. By the time we were seated, the conversations had risen back to a normal volume. Luke purposefully had me sit with my front facing away from everyone so no one could see his playground up my short dress.

As we ate, I only got an occasional glance and usually from one of the men.

As we left, the volume died down again as everyone watched us leave. Just before we stepped out the door, Luke looked back at them, grabbed my ass and squeezed it. “There, that will give them something to talk about.”

We went to the mall to just walk around and window shopped. I could feel eyes on me, but I was beginning to not care. Luke was holding me tight to him. I felt vulnerable in the dress, but I also felt extremely protected. No one was getting to me through him. I felt so safe that I started wondering if I could just pull my dress off and walk through the mall in just my thong underwear. It was a quick thought that popped as soon as I saw a mall cop walking across in front of us. From time to time, when he felt there was no one looking or we were behind a clothes rack in a store, Luke slid his hand up my dress, worked his fingers around my thong and into my pussy and played for a few seconds. I was a little nervous the first couple times he did it, until he started rubbing against my G-spot. After the third time, I was looking for places we could stand so he could play inside me more.

We walked into a store for teens with really tall double stacked racks. We found a place that I could stand and watch the clerk at the desk as Luke dropped to his knees. He slid three fingers deep inside my dripping wet pussy and started out moving slowly in and out. I know I was extremely wet because I could feel my moisture on his arm against my legs. He started moving faster and deeper. My body started to quake. With one hand, I held onto the rack beside me. With the other, I ran my fingers into his hair and clutch a clump of it. I was close to losing control of my entire body. He placed his thumb on my clit as he moved in and out of me faster and harder. I lost it and with a gasp, I came and my knees buckled. I sat on the floor, gasping with every tight squeeze of my pussy. About thirty seconds later, I heard footsteps coming toward us. Luke started massaging my right calf, which I thought was very strange. There I was, sitting on the floor, my soul shattered, and he’s massaging my leg. The clerk came into view behind me and asked, “Is there a problem?”

Luke told him that my heels gave me a leg cramp and he was working out the knot in my calf. The clerk looked at me suspiciously for a few seconds, and then just walked away. Luke whispered, “Punk kid.”

As soon as I could manage to stand, we walked out of the store. My legs still felt like spaghetti, but with Luke holding me tight to him once again, I managed to get my legs moving. As we continued to walk, I stopped, pulled around in front of Luke, pulled his face into mine and kissed him passionately, right in the middle of the mall. As our tongues moved together, I could still feel small tremors deep inside my pussy and a stream of my cum slowly making it’s way down my inner thigh. I kissed around to his ear and whispered, “Do that again.”

He pulled back so he could look into my eyes, “Where?”

With a voice that I could feel coming from my vagina, “I don’t care. Anywhere. Here is fine with me. Just fuck me again.”

With a smile on his face, “Seriously? Right here?”

I pulled his head to the side and bit his ear lightly and whispered through my teeth. “I wasn’t done cumming. Fuck me again. Please.”

Luke led me into the JC Penneys, to the men’s department and straight into the hallway of dressing rooms. They were all empty and we made use of the furthest one back. There was a rectangular bench against the wall. He reached down, grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up and over my head. All I had on was my drenched sexy thong and high heels. Not for long though. He hooked his fingers into my thong and pushed them down. He didn’t have to push far before they dropped to the floor around my ankles like a wet rag. He pulled the bench to the middle of the room, sat me on the edge and laid me back on it. He then dropped to his knees between my legs, grabbed my knees and spread them up and over my chest. His tongue then attacked my pussy and I started to throb again. He sucked my clit into his mouth and batted it with his tongue. He then slid his three glorious fingers deep inside me again and started pounding my back wall. Again with his thumb pressed against my clit, every muscle in my body tightened and I came long and hard. I could feel my hot juices stream out of my pussy. I felt like I was flying through space. I could hardly breathe and all I could see were stars. With every thrust of Luke’s hand, every star exploded into a thousand more stars. Over and over, like the most spectacular fireworks display ever.

He didn’t stop moving his hand until I reach down and grabbed it. With his fingers still inside my pussy, he stood up and moved beside me. With my other hand, I grabbed his hard cock through his shorts. The thought of what it would feel like inside me, shot my pussy into another set of convulsions. He bent down and kissed me gently on the lips. I whispered, “Get undressed so I can suck you.”

He flipped his shirt up over his head and dropped his shorts quickly. He was wearing nothing underneath. I motioned for him to straddle my chest. He swung one leg over me, and there was his beautiful cock, staring me in the face. I reached around with one hand, grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to me. With my other hand, I grabbed his cock and thrust it deep into my mouth. He was already so hard that I was deep throating him immediately. He placed his hands on the wall above my head and started fucking my mouth. I love it when he does that. He tastes so good and it gives him great pleasure. I held onto his balls so that I could regulate his speed and depth. After a couple minutes, I could feel his balls tighten. His cock started to thicken and I knew I was about to please my man. I tightened my lips around him and sucked hard as he slid in and out. I released his balls so he could be free. He took advantage of his freedom. He moved in and out so my lips were around his tip and all the way down to his base as his balls smacked me on the chin. My lips were making smacking noises on his cock as he moved faster and faster. He gasped and convulsed as his cock erupted deep inside my mouth like a volcano spraying its molten lava. His cum is so sweet and I love drinking it. I started swirling my tongue around his cock and he looked down at me between his arms in disbelief of what I was doing to his entire body. I worked him in and out of my mouth with my fingers, milking every last drop of cum out of him. When I had thoroughly cleaned him, we got dressed and left. While walking through the mall, holding hands, toward where we parked, I didn’t care anymore what people thought about me. If Luke would have asked, I would have stripped naked, threw him on the floor and fucked his brains out in the middle of that mall. I didn’t care anymore. Arrest me. Put me in jail. As long as I have my man there to look at me like that, I don’t care.

When we got back to the truck, I sucked his cock from the mall parking lot, all the way back to our garage. We even had enough time before the kids got home from school to fuck three more times and one of those was something new.

“Butt” that’s another story.

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13 replies
  1. hot husband says:

    I loved this story. My wife has a a short slutty dress,I’ll have to try this. I’m hard right now,gonna go find my wife might write another story about it. Thanks for writing

  2. PennY Laine says:

    Hot, hot, HOT!

    I knew there was a purpose for JC Penny’s. Walking around showing off the barely there dress, no bra, nipples all hard. Great imagery, well done. That feeling when you are so turned on nothing else matters.

  3. Snag says:

    This is perhaps the most erotic story I have read on MH! I really liked that you wore no bra under the dress. Even though we have been married for a long, long time and are in our 60s, I still love it when my wife goes bra-less with a knit top of any sort such that I can see an outline of her nipples. This really turns me on as does the thought that someone else might notice.

    “If Luke would have asked, I would have stripped naked, threw him on the floor and fucked his brains out in the middle of that mall. I didn’t care anymore. Arrest me. Put me in jail. As long as I have my man there to look at me like that, I don’t care”. To me this epitomizes Married Heat. What a fine and erotic endorsement of the love and physical desire for your spouse! Extremely well described – keep up the good lovin’ and sharing your stories here!

  4. John Flint says:

    Well I totally get the motivation and passion involved. I have to ask how you feel about the 19 year old young men from the church group that see you in the mall and they are fighting the good fight of purity before marriage. Or the Young married man (me in the past) who would take what he saw and commit mental adultery with your wife that night.(I know ultimately I am responsible for my thoughts.) Or the couple with the wife who has severe diabetes and is 100 pounds overweight and has no interest in sex and doesn’t even own lingerie.

    When we have done similar things my wife wears a coat and only reveals herself when safe to do so.

    I am no prude but don’t we have a responsibility as Christians to take “care’ of others

    • msheppa says:

      Mr Flint,
      My honest answer is, it’s fiction. I write erotic stories for my wife. That means my name is not Dianne. I have several, one is over 90 pages. This one is a stand alone short that I wrote over a year ago, before she knew I could write. She loved the story and was shocked that I wrote it, especially from a woman’s perspective.

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