You're a happy Wife, with a loving husband. You live in a quite neighborhood, where you easily get into a weekly routine. You work from home, your husband leaves to work in the morning and comes home at night. You have your weekly missionary sex on Saturdays and your husband holds a BBQ for the neighbors on Sundays. You live a happy life.

So why is it that you keep passing down the same aisle as me in the store? Starring at my tattooed arm as you stroll by with the cart filled with groceries for Friday night. How come every ingredient you are need just so happens to be on the bottom shelf wherever I am standing? You've bent down to look for something on the bottom shelf so many times right in front of me that I have begun to memorize the outline of your ass in that tight dress you decided to wear, a dress that isn't new but seems you dont wear often. I can even tell that youre not wearing any panties under there. Why is that?

You're ass even brushed up against my crotch a couple times as you tried to 'squeeze' by the empty aisle we were in. Not so subtle that one. What is about my tattooed arm that keeps getting brushed by your hand as you reach for the same item i'm reaching for?

Do you seriously think I won't take you here in public? Do you think I wouldn't catch on? That I wouldn't notice the drops of a slimey substance that fell on my boot when you bent down for the seventh time?

You're wet. And in heat.

What's a married woman doing all this for? I wonder. The shiny diamond sitting on your finger basically screaming out your sexual deprivation. What a wonderful married life you live.

I bet you wouldn't have imagined hearing my boots approach you from behind as you opened the freezer door at the end of the aisle. Pressing your body into the freezer shelves, hiding your body behind the glass door now fogging from condensation. Putting your hands out onto the cold shelves as I lift the tight dress unzip my pants and shove the head of my cock into your leaking pussy.

I knew you wouldn't scream. Even as a strangers cock pushes your pussy lips open, sliding inside. Your arms and fingers in pain from the cold freezing shelves. You like the surprise, the humiliation, the pain on your hands.

You try to bury your moans deep inside from the pleasure. One of my hands holding your hips, the other reaching over and pulling the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts and hard nipples to the cold freezer air. Your body swaying back and forth, up and down as I pump my cock deep inside, my head rubbing on the little folds and bumps of the walls of your pussy. As your wet pussy further leaks, dripping on my boots and the floor of the freezer aisle. Comedically next to a wet floor sign.

A married woman, in tight dress, getting taken from behind by a stranger, in front of an open freezer at the store. Your fingers cold as ice, your nipples cold and hard as the diamond on your finger. The only warmth your body feels at that moment in the hot breath of my groans against your ear as I thrust and the heat of my pulsating cock as it slides in and out of you, sharing its heat with your pussy.

You try so hard to hide your moans trying not to scream from pleasure. Lucky you. The only customer in the store to get a free sample of hot cum. As my cock spews ropes and ropes of hot cum inside you. The polar opposite of the hot cum shooting inside the cold blue body of yours. The drastic change in temperature inside you immediately releasing an orgasm that was hiding within you for years, now being released in that moment, as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your face turning red, tears flowing down, the tremble of your legs as you fall to the floor. Your pussy twitching from the intense orgasm as you lay on the floor.

But you couldn't even let me walk away then and there couldn't you.

Why? before I could walk away, why did you, a happily married woman, hand me a key card. A key card to room 19 of the hotel on the other side of town. The grin you gave me from the floor, behind the blush and tears as you handed me that key card.

What do you want to do? ;)

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Hope you enjoyed this spur of the moment post. Just had to write it down and share it with you. Hopefully my goal of staining some panties was accomplished, if not, let me know how I could ;)