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I knew I should have parked further away, Jason thought to himself as he drummed the steering wheel in frustration. His SUV could barely fit in the mall’s parking garage, but it was a sweltering summer’s day. He wanted to be outside as little as possible. A thousand other people must have had the same idea, as the line of cars was barely moving.
HONKkk
“What, what do you want me to do? We’re all going to the same place!” Jason shouted back in the emptiness of his car, speaking only to himself. He cranked the AC to its coldest setting, more frustrated than hot.
Damn, I’d better get some good head for this. He knew he would. His young wife was waiting back home, which was the precise reason for his trip to the mall. Natalie loved feeling sexy; Jason loved making her feel sexy. What better way to accomplish that than something new from Victoria’s Secret?
Maybe something crotchless, he mused, considering his options. I love that little dress she has, the backless one that’s real flowy. We could go to a restaurant, maybe I’ll have a steak… easy access under the table. Steakhouses are usually pretty dark inside. Maybe I’ll make her squirt on the chair… nah, she wouldn’t go for that. But I could take her into the bathroom—won’t have to take her dress off, or even her panties. Crotchless panties mean there’s nothing to hold it in…
The thought of a creampie dripping from his wife’s tender pink slit, down her leg and onto the pavement, as they walked home down a midnight street… it was enough to get his blood pumping below the belt. He could forget about traffic for a moment.
As if on cue, his phone rang with an incoming video call: the wife. Jason smirked and reached up to the dashboard mount, swiping to accept.
“Hey babe,” Natalie greeted him, her mouth stretching into a faint smile. Jason had loved her supple lips from the moment he had first seen them, and the woman certainly knew how to use them.
She had provided a demonstration of what her lips could do on their very first date, in fact, shoving him into an alleyway after dinner on a whim and an urge. “I’m not going home with you tonight, but you don’t need me to,” she had whispered wetly into his ear as her fingers fumbled with his zipper.
“Hi honey, what’s up?” Jason smiled back as he adjusted the phone mount.
Natalie was walking through their home, succulent curves wrapped comfortably in a thin silk robe, damp hair pulled back tightly. She had just stepped out of the shower.
“Oh are you driving?” She asked. Her voice had a feminine allure even in the most mundane utterance.
“Just waiting in line for this parking garage,” Jason replied.
“At the mall?”
Jason laughed in surprise. “Wait, how did you know?”
“Just a guess. Are you getting me something?” Natalie put the question to him coyly, a twinkle in her eye. She had an intuition for certain things.
“Maybe!” Jason smiled as he stopped himself and considered how much to tell her. “You’ll just have to see, maybe I am and maybe I’m not!” He settled on a bit of mystery.
“Are you coming home early?”
“No I can’t,” Jason replied apologetically. “I have to go back to the office and finish a few things.” He eased his foot off the brake and pulled forward slightly. At least the queue wasn’t completely stationary.
“Are you sureee?” Natalie asked with a mischievous grin as she plopped herself down on the living room sofa. “Is there nothingg I could say to get you home early?” She drew her hand across her collarbone erotically, tracing a fingernail down her sternum and parting the silken folds of her gown.
“Well…” Jason began to respond, easing his car forward again while keeping one eye on the phone.
“There’s absolutely nothing I could do?” Natalie continued with a giggle as she pulled one side of her gown open and let herself fall out. A nipple sat pink and erect atop a fulsome feminine orb, framed by a pale areola, puffy and soft; such a simple thing to be the object of so much passion.
The young bride coughed with exaggeration to compose herself and adopted a come-hither look; eyes wide, she gazed expectantly upon her husband’s face, squeezing her breast toward the screen to elicit a reaction. Natalie was an artist, and Natalie was the art.
Fuck. She knows what she does to me. Jason’s heart beat faster at the welcome sight.
His wife’s breasts were impossibly shaped; at once full, pliable, bolted high upon her chest, and somehow natural. There were more reasons than one that Jason had vowed to never let her go, but her breasts were near the top of the list. It wasn’t crass if Natalie was into it, which she was. Jason’s obsession with her body made her wet.
In fact, everyone’s obsession with her body made her wet. She loved to flaunt her best attributes for anyone who wished to look, and Jason struggled with jealousy when they ventured out in public.
Natalie’s preferred attire for a night out was stringy and dangerous: little bits of fabric barely tied together in something vaguely resembling a very short dress—or maybe a long shirt. Natalie’s legs, buttocks, and sometimes even better things would hang out. She would strut arm-in-arm beside her husband that way, garments hanging from her shoulders and draping thinly over her bosom, her many feminine features jiggling freely underneath. A lustful look could almost blow the veil from her body, and she received plenty of those, Jason always noticed.
As long as I’m the one cumming inside her at the end of the night, I guess it won’t kill me if other guys stare, he would tell himself. He knew his wife was hypersexual, and he knew she loved showing off, but there were secrets still between them.
“You can’t come home even a little bit early?” His wife asked with a pout.
“Damn… well, now that you mention it, maybe it wouldn’t kill us if I got fired just this once.” Jason could feel the pressure building in his pants as his betrothed tugged at her nipple, stroking for her own pleasure as much as for his.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you had to go back to the office?” Natalie continued her facetious line of questioning, feigning confusion as she pulled the other side of her gown open to let the rest of herself come exposed. Natalie enjoyed the lifestyle that her husband afforded her, but she also loved tempting him away from the office, and she could never decide whether he should work harder or fuck more; such a quandary.
Jason was so preoccupied with his wife’s display that he forgot where his phone was: on his dashboard, and theoretically in view of anyone with the right angle. He was startled back to his immediate surroundings when a trio of girls walked past his driver-side window, having approached from the rear.
Fuck, did they see? Jason wondered anxiously as he sat up straight, realizing how young the girls were: 12 or 13, tops. He gazed over his phone as they continued up the sidewalk, their bodies coming into view. One girl wore the tiniest pair of jean shorts paired with a skimpy white crop top. The other two wore dresses that hugged their budding young bodies tightly and were obscenely short.
What can you do—some parents let their girls dress like total sluts in public, Jason thought to himself. Not my fault if I’m staring.
One of the girls turned around to look back at him briefly, short hair flipping over her shoulder. The look on her face contained elements that Jason could instinctively recognized in any member of the opposite sex, regardless of age. Her expression said “hi, I’m young, I’m nervous, I’m very horny,” and one more thing.
Oh no, I think she saw… Jason stared after her as she bobbed along with her friends. The young girl’s ass bounced tightly under her dress, threatening to spill out the bottom. She was forced to shimmy the hem down every couple of steps, else risk exposing her rear end—and even her more forbidden bits—to any man who might be watching.
Jason’s heart was racing with fear and arousal. She was too young, too young—but if she was too young then why did her body have this shape? And why would she wear so much eyeliner? Why was she dressed like she was going clubbing? Why—
“Babe, what’s up?” Natalie’s voice pulled his eyes back down to the phone, where she was waiting nakedly.
“Oh, sorry babe, I’ve got someone trying to pull out in front of me.” Jason shook the cobwebs from his head. How could he ever need anything more than his beautiful young wife? What’s wrong with you, man, he asked himself in disappointment.
“Are you trying to pull out as well? I don’t like it when you pull out.” Natalie teased him as she jumped up off the couch, becoming modest again and heading into the kitchen.
“Nothing could make me pull out of you.” Jason replied distractedly as his eyes tracked three pairs of smooth young legs. They disappeared into the mall’s side entrance. “Listen babe, I’ve gotta go, this traffic is finally moving again. I’ll be home around six probably, I’ll be as fast as I can!”
“Okay, love you baby!” Natalie blew a kiss as he swiped to hang up.
She’d probably kill me if she caught me looking at underage girls, he told himself, trying to bring himself back to reality. Or would she? Natalie had a thing for women, being somewhat bisexual, but she was also rather possessive of her husband. I think she’d kill me if she caught me staring at any woman of any age.
HONKkkkk…
“SHUT UP! We’re almost there!” Jason yelled into the rearview mirror as he pulled forward.
Jason was still throbbing in his trousers, but not only because of his wife. He had decided to go to the mall for his woman—genuinely—but temptation has a way of sneaking up on you.