One (wo)man’s trash… a short story

“What do you think?”

Seeking reassurance from my wife, my needy ass couldn’t help but beg the question.

I had got myself a new pair of shorts for the summer and the top I observed her saying was really nice on another man. With barely a fleeting glance, she made a grumble albeit in a reassuring tone. That was kind enough for me to feel partially assured that she still likes what she sees. We’ve been married a long time and frankly, I’ll take what I can, when I can.

The shorts I’d ordered online were made from a very thin, loose material. And what she’d failed to notice was, I hadn’t put underwear on and you could see the outline of my cock perfectly, even the dorsal vein was apparent, the whole shaft and my big cock head. I’d fluffed before asking her opinion so it was even more apparent. I was even impressed by how it looked. I know if she’d have clocked that my cock was visible, she’d have asked me to put some underwear on but she didn’t so I just went with it. My cock is uncut but my hood is short and my end is always on show, and always sensitive to soft touch.

We weren’t doing anything great, in fact, we were going to the store to buy the food shop. I don’t know one person who doesn’t find this task as boring as fuck, myself included. We pulled up to the store, the first point was the counter to try my luck at a scratch card to inject a bit of fun and excitement into the task ahead. As predictable as I am (doing this every time) my wife’s eye roll was equally as predictable as she disappeared into the store to start loading the shopping trolly. I approached the clerk whom was sat in her booth.

“I’ll take a number 7 scratch card and I’m feeling lucky so a number 13 too, please?”

I was looking at the other cards to see if there were any new ones since last week. It took me a minute to realise that she hadn’t yet sprang into action and reached back to get what I’d asked for. For the first time in this interaction, I looked at the clerk sat in her booth.

She was an attractive middle aged woman. She carried an ample bosom framed by long blonde hair, her eyes… her eyes, well her eyes were fixated on my shorts. She stuttered, “s, sorry, what did you need?”

Her gaze was fixated on my cock outline. I was being noticed. I felt my cock start to grow, my head rubbing on the shorts as it filled with blood. Was I embarrassed, was I excited? All I knew at this point was, she was still looking at my cock with a thirst in her eyes. I don’t remember the last time I was looked at like this, like I was a piece of meat.

She looked up at me, she took the corner of her lips between her teeth and sharply inhaled as her eyes briefly widened. I was being looked at like a piece of meat and I thought it was time I replayed the favour, the ample breasts I had observed before now had very big, very visible hard nipples on the end of them beneath her uniform.

“A number 7 scratch card please and I am feeling extra lucky today so a 13 too please?”

She let go of her lip so she could tell me; “I am the lucky one” her eyes went straight back to my semi-hard cock. Again, I could feel blood start to pulsate towards my cock.

MY pocket started to vibrate, was this sexual energy? No, it was my wife calling.

“Sorry” as I laid a 10 dollar bill down, “I gotta take this”.

“Where the fuck are you? I don’t want to do this shit on my own” all of the blood seeped back and my cock returned to its natural state.

“Sorry, I was just…” I was interrupted.

“I don’t give a fuck, I’m over here by the milk!”

I finished the sentence in hush tones so only the clerk and I knew what was being said:

“I was just fantasising about bending this sexy woman over her counter and taking her hard from behind”

After another short inhalation of breath, the clerk sat bolt up straight on her stool, like someone had just ran their tongue over her clit. I’d never done anything like this before. How she looked at me made me feel something I hadn’t felt in years and it gave me the balls to be a bit cheeky with it.

She looked at me dead in the eye, I winked and walked off, forgetting my change but that was a small price to pay for the confidence boost I had just been given.

I walked over to the milk section like I had the biggest dick in that place, arms swinging and 10 feet tall. My world came crashing down as I approached my wife, looking at me with complete distain, she looked at me up and down, this time realising I was slightly visible.

“Urgh, I can see your thing in those shorts, disgusting. Don’t wear them when you’re around me, better still, put them in the bin when we get home”.

As she stuffed a crumpled list into my hand she demanded “I’ll take this half of the shopping list, you do the other and we’ll meet in the middle”. Wow, what a contrast to the hot exchange I’d just had. The familiar emasculating knock. Damn. I meticulously worked through the list, same shit, different week. I was in autopilot.

“Cool aid, where the fuck is it?”

The store had changed around a bit since I was here last. I noticed a flash of red, the color of the uniform to this store.

“Excuse me ma’am, where is the cool aid? I can’t seem to find it”

Honestly, I hadn’t even looked up from my list, planning on where to go next and plotting my route to get this boring shit finished as soon as possible. I blindly followed the assistant as they made their way to the back of the store. I snapped out of autopilot as we walked through a door.

“This isn’t right”.

Before I knew it, the assistant had grabbed my hand and put it on the wettest pussy I’d ever felt. I looked up and gulped. It was her.

“You did this to me.”

I could feel it dripping down the inside of her smooth thigh. She reached into my shorts and grabbed my cock which had already thickened the second I realised my hand was heading towards pussy. I could feel the perfectly formed labia as she started to jerk my uncut cock. She lifted my T-shirt and started laying soft kisses on my nipples - fuck, I was the hardest I had been, ever.

She spun round and bent over a crate as she guided my cock into her wet pussy. I was in, I was balls deep, tunnel vision, I could feel every ridge on my sensitive tip inside her pretty little pussy. She was dominant. She knew what she liked and she knew how to get it. She Grabbed one of my hands and placed it around her throat, applying pressure through my hand to show me what she wanted. My other hand was grabbed and placed around her hard nipple. Again, she used her hand to show me what kind of pressure she liked, it was a lot harder than I had imagined would be nice but she’s a mature woman and again, knows what she likes.

I start to ram her harder and faster, slamming my entire cock into her, I felt her perfectly manicured fingernails start to tickle my balls as she started to rub her clit, she started to climax, her breathing heavy but quiet, she lent forward as she started to cum, my hands pressed between her tit and crate… Crate, fuck, I am in a busy stock room and could get caught any second, this lapse in tunnel vision and realisation only added fuel and within milliseconds I started filling her pussy with warm cum.

She was on her tip toes, her stretched calves began to quiver as she finished cumming on my cock. I stepped back, sweat beads pouring down my face. As I pulled my cock out, I could see cum pour from her pussy hole. She dropped straight to her knees and sucked any evidence we’d fucked straight from my cock and balls. She scooped anything that had dripped out of her with two fingers and sucked it clean from her fingers as she pulled her knickers back up.

“Cool aid, aisle 7.”

She walked out of that room, leaving me stood there, shorts still round my ankles and jaw on the floor.