Saturday’s Naughty Shop

"There is just something naughty about drinking in the morning," Amy whispered across the table to her husband, starting to feel a little tipsy on their Saturday morning adventure.

"How so?" Alejandro asked in response, also feeling tipsy, only more in a goofy than naughty way.

Giving him a look across the table, Amy finished her drink and put the glass down. After a difficult week, the two had chosen brunch to unwind before doing their weekly shopping trip at the farmer's market. While not a weekly occurrence, the newly married couple had started coming in about once a month, getting to know some of the regulars and tourists that would frequent the haunt.

On the couple's very first ever trip to brunch in that specific locale, they met another couple who sang the praises of going to the farmer's market together. Sharing their story, the older couple told Alejandro and Amy how they had decided on a special dinner to cook every Saturday night. And then they would shop for it at the market and cook it together, naked and ready to play.

Finding the nude part a bit silly overall, Amy and Alejandro still enjoyed meeting these two characters and actually latched on to the overall idea, deciding to try the cooking activity together for the remainder of their summer, just with their clothes on. It seemed like a good way to focus on each other, communicating and having fun. Piece of cake.

At least, that's how the plan began.

All summer long, the newly married couple found themselves enjoying brunch, buying good ingredients, and then cooking amazing meals. While never finding themselves completely nude, various state of undress usually occurred throughout the heat, both sexual and sun driven, of the day. The process then usually leading to passionate love making before, during, or after dinner, between the young and horny couple. Knowing their summer was coming to an end, the two decided to play that morning by ear and be a bit spontaneous.

Today's brunch had taken a bit of a turn, however, with Amy planning to be a bit more adventurous in advance. Smiling across the table at her husband now, she signaled the waitress for two more drinks before returning her attention to her new spouse.

Alejandro, about six feet tall, shaved bald with a beard and dad bod, wore a simple grey tank top and black mesh shorts, his house flip flops mistakenly worn out the door that morning. Amy, her blonde pixie cut landing about a foot shorter than Alejandro, but blessed with curves she was proud to show off, wore a tight, body-hugging, green dress with a zipper keeping the front 75% closed. Any time she would try to zip it a bit higher, her sweaty breasts would say no. In that moment, however, she decided to toy with the zipper a bit more.

The top 25% of her dress, still struggling to contain her large breasts, allowed the warm breeze to pass across the skin on her chest, braless beneath. Her own pair of flip flops adorning her feet, these no stranger to the outside world, making her manicure-matching pedicure pop, the red polish catching the eyes of horny passersby.

Lucking out and getting a spot on the patio, the two had already enjoyed several watered-down mimosas, her with a breakfast scramble and him with a burger. Alejandro found his eyes frequently drawn to his wife's chest at the table, her enjoying the attention and frequently leaning forward, pushing the zipper to its maximum constraint.

Now at the end of breakfast, Amy excused herself and headed for the bathroom. As the waitress brought them the final round, Alejandro asked for the check so they could wrap up their morning and head for the market. After what felt like an abnormally long time, Amy returned the table a bit flushed, taking a sip of her newly arrived, final mimosa.

Figuring she was just warm, Alejandro's attention was again drawn to her bosom, the zipper sadly a bit higher but struggling more than ever to hold tight. Finishing their final round of drinks and stretching their legs, they rose from their table and exited the patio area, heading for the crosswalk. Following along behind Amy like a lost puppy, Alejandro took this opportunity to appreciate his wife's other assets. Her dress framing her ass as she shook it across the street. Peaking back over her shoulder, she gave him a wink, acknowledging that she knew he was watching.

The two popped over to the park, perusing the wares of local cheesemongers and bakers, judging the tomatoes that were starting to frequent the seasonal tables. They walked hand in hand at first, stopping to watch a farmer roast poblano peppers over an open flame.

"Fresh from the vine this morning," he called out to them, attempting to lure them into a purchase.

"No thanks," Alejandro smiled, letting go of Amy's hand while trying to wave off the polite vendor. Enjoying the fire, he watched as the flames tickled at the spinning grill, the heat making him flush now like Amy had at lunch.

After lingering a bit too long at the next stand, Alejandro realized that his wife had wandered off. Glancing back and forth, he couldn't find her amongst the hordes of people and their dogs, many occupying strollers owned by childless parents.

Suddenly, a text alert on his phone.

"I can't wait to fuck you when we get home," Amy's text read, a blushing Alejandro snapping the phone to his chest, looking over his shoulders quickly to make sure no one else could read his wife's sexy message.

"Where are you?" he typed back, looking around as a smile formed on his face, excited to play with his wife.

"You have to find me," her response teased.

Heading back the way they had come in, Alejandro had a feeling where she was, but wanted to work for it a bit more.

"Give me a clue," he sent back, hoping his wife would play along.

"Cum by the flowers that smell like my neck," his wife teased in response, Alejandro now knowing exactly where her lavender scented body was waiting. Starting to walk in that direction, his phone received yet another text, this one apparently a photo.

Opening his phone much more cautiously this time, he peaked at the image that popped up on his screen, a picture of a naked Amy, fully exposed and tits living freely, her body decorated by the same dress she wore that morning. She had unzipped the dress all the way, a titillating tease that caused a stirring in his pants. He could see every inch of her body, from her landing strip hair to her lips hanging gingerly below, her nipples looked strikingly hard on her chest. Alejandro wondered how and when she had pulled this off, a second peak at the picture not giving any further clues as he couldn't take his eyes off her body.

Focused back on his surprise treasure hunt, Alejandro zig zagged between the shopping locals, still clutching his phone to his chest, being sure to keep his secret safe. Feeling a little tipsy, he decided that he needed to find her, or at least tell her immediately what he wanted to do.

"I'm ready to fuck you now," he teased back. "Maybe I should make YOU find ME."

"Well, I've bought my flowers," she sent back. "Maybe it's time for me to give you yours."

Looking up with a smirk, Alejandro watched as his wife sauntered towards him, smelling a beautiful purple bouquet, spring up from her hands. Approaching her slowly, he gave her a wink before leaning in and kissing her lightly on the cheek, lingering extra as he exhaled towards her ear. Taking him by the hand, she began to lead him home, the two making for the exit of the park, sharing knowing grins.

Stopping at another crosswalk, Alejandro stood with his arm around his wife, horny but happy at the teammate he had found in life. Knowing how nice she was, despite her naughtiness. Reaching her hand back around him, Amy slipped a hand up under his tank, resting it in his waist band, squeezing from time to time, reminding him that she was there.

The two strolled the half mile back to their building silently, both eager to get home but neither in a rush to breeze through the moment. As they turned down their street, Amy tried to tickle Alejandro a little, failing miserably but still bringing a smile to his face. He pulled her into his chest tightly, making her feel safe and supported, grateful as she was happy with the most important person in her life.

Inside the building, the two began to passionately kiss, their arms entwined, attempting to pull the other person closer. Tripping on the first step, Amy fell to her butt, Alejandro unrelenting with his kisses as she giggled on her ass. Attempting a type of reverse crab walk, she started up the stairs, Alejandro pausing and giving her a chance to get a few steps ahead. Stopping after a few steps, she spread her legs a bit more, flashing her landing strip and pussy lips to Alejandro's drooling eyes. Seeing him distracted, Amy shrieked and jumped up, running up the stairs and escaping the attempted grab from Alejandro. She wasn't going to let him goose her today, she thought. Watching her run up the stairs, he continued appreciating the view of her lower lips peeking out now from between her legs.

Getting a flight ahead of him, Amy waited on the landing of the top floor, pretending like she was ready to fight him when he got to the top. He growled like a bear and lunged to tickle her, reaching for her armpits as he laughed, her tensing up and recoiling a bit from her impending laughter.

"Stop," she laughed, trying to playfully slap away his hands. "I have to pee."

"Good," Alejandro replied, slowing his tickle but still goosing her a little from time to time. "I like to see you squirm a little."

"No teasing," she replied, desperately trying to not pee herself. Now lightly marching in place, doing a little hop from one leg to the next.

"Oh, no teasing," Alejandro playfully joked back, the kettle being called black by the pot. Keeping his hands to himself now, he let Amy stand up straight, still blocking her way forward.

"Well, unless you want to clean up my puddle in the hallway," she paused, taking a breath and quick pause from holding her bladder. "I'll remind you that I'm not wearing any underwear."

"Baby, where IS your fucking underwear?" Alejandro purred at his wife, stepping back a few feet and judging her with his eyes, the lustful look on his face making Amy wetter between the legs.

Adjusting her outfit slightly, she walked over to their door, unlocking it and swinging it open, rushing in to drain her bladder with another audible giggle. Amy made a straight line for the bathroom as Alejandro went to the fridge. Opening the door, he stood there and looked at his options, his 7-inch pocket monster just itching to escape. Admiring himself for a moment, he rubbed the front of his shorts, pushing against the growing and girthy package tucked away.

Grabbing them each a beer, he followed after his wife, determined to get an answer about her underwear. Alejandro continued through the single floor apartment, setup in a basic kitchen, then living area, then bedroom/bathroom style. Sitting on the couch waiting for Amy, he got excited when he heard the toilet flush, a weird feeling that he wasn't exactly sure how to feel about.

Amy walked out of the bedroom and ran through the living room, Alejandro jumping up to grab her, but missing as she darted into the kitchen. Luring him in behind her, Amy began enacting the final part of her plan for the day. A few mornings earlier, they had shared a special start to their day. It was her goal to do it again.

Following after her, Amy backed away from Alejandro in the kitchen, toying with her zipper, pulling it up and down ever so slightly. Staring at his wife as he entered the room and moved past her, Alejandro noticed the door was unlocked, moving to lock it before turning and leaning against it, never breaking eye contact with Amy. They smiled at each other, locking eyes and seeing years in the future, still happy, in love, and sharing naughty mornings like this.

As if on a schedule, they both moved towards each other across the kitchen, Amy jumping into his arms and Alejandro supporting her weight as he clutched her body. Grabbing her ass with his hands, he stretched a finger towards her openings, spreading her cheeks and letting them go with a clap. The two kissed passionately, their tongues entwined as he held her in space and time. Carrying her back across the small apartment through the living area, he tossed her down on the bed.

Alejandro's large hands reached for the zipper on the front of Amy's dress. Tugging on it slowly, admiring her body as each notch of the metal gate unlocked, her paler skin appearing in stark contrast to the hunter-green dress. Passing her breasts, he confirmed her lack of bra in addition to her lost underwear. Excited to keep going, he pulled it down to the halfway point quickly, her heaving tits dropping free from their binding and bouncing freely into place.

Straddling her stomach, Alejandro's erection jutted forward, the tip bouncing up and down as if nodding yes. Encouraged by this answer to a question she didn't need to ask, Amy grabbed it with both hands and began rubbing the hardened flesh. Her arms still in the half-unzipped dress, she began to stroke his growing member back and forth, first slowly and then building some speed. Moving forward a bit, Alejandro placed his cock at her mouth, Amy breathing his scent in slowly before accepting his cock into her warm and ready mouth.

Letting go, she grabbed ahold of her breasts and pushed them together, enclosing them around Alejandro's throbbing dick. Dripping precum now, Alejandro's fluids began to ease his movement between Amy's luscious tits. As she continued pressing her breasts together, she held them in place with her left arm, cupping her right breast with her hand. With her right hand now freed, she placed it upon her man's chest, sliding it slowly up his neck and chin, placing two of her fingers in his awaiting open mouth.

Sucking on the digits as they moved past his lips, he circled them with his tongue as a wave of heat washed over his body. As he continued to thrust between her heavenly breasts, the tip of his dick peaked at the crest, over and over, as if smiling at its impending target. Ready to empty his load onto her breasts, he greedily watched the first spurts of cum jet from his cock. With most of his shaft hidden away, the creamy liquid sprung free, the first spurt flying across Amy's face.

Giggling as she caught the first stream, she moved her head at it trying to catch as much of it in her mouth as she could, putting on a show. The next rope of jizz escaped her chest as well, laying another thick stream down on her smiling mouth. As the remaining cum escaped from his cock, Alejandro watched as it pooled on her chest, a puddle of cum between her amazing breasts.

Catching his breath, Alejandro looked down at his wife as she started rubbing the cum into her chest. Lifting her hand from her breast, she spread her fingers and watched as the cum created a strand between them. Holding her hand above her face, she lewdly let some drip into her mouth as she started at her husband.

Now standing up, he unzipped the rest of her dress, not removing it from her body, but finally exposing her freshly trimmed snatch to the room. Diving down between her legs, he began kissing at her folds, being deliberate in every motion that he made with her lips.

Wrapping her legs around his head as he tongued her lips, Amy continued making a mess of her body, rubbing Alejandro's cum into her like it was an exclusive moisturizer for her skin only. She brought more of the cum up to her face, licking it from her finger now as she began to feel one, then two fingers, enter her ready and willing pussy.

Easing his fingers in slowly, Alejandro continued to pleasure his wife, shifting his tongue's focus now from her opening to her needy clit, the desperate jewel of flesh the new focus of his still lashing tongue. Feeling her first orgasm slowly building, she started encouraging the bearded man between her legs, grinding her hot pussy harder against his fingers.

"Oh baby, I loved teasing you in the park," Amy sexily cooed at her husband. "I played with myself in the bathroom when I took that picture you know, I came in seconds. That's why I was so flushed when I came back to the table."

Amy's nasty confession pushed Alejandro to double down on his effort, the goal of pleasing his wife his now one, and only, goal. As he spread her juices around with his face, he felt a familiar sensation down in his crotch, his rising cock beating back to life, faster than he thought possible.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," Amy moaned, snapping Alejandro back to the moment.

Carrying on with the tongue work on her clit, he began to curl his fingers up, pressing firmly against her insides as he continued working the outside with his tongue. Thrusting her hips to meet him, Amy squirted a little on to his hand, a load moan escaping her lips. Grinding against his face now, she began to pant and moan.

"YES baby, fuck me. Fuck me with your face," she growled at her husband, him moaning as her pussy released another torrent of juices into his facial hair. "Uggggggghhhhhhh...."

Feeling the muscles tense in her body around his fingers, Amy reached for Alejandro, grabbing his arm and pulling him up towards her face. Eager to taste her own juices, she failed to realize that his cock had grown hard again, now fully back to life after their continued action.

As the two came face to face, Amy perked up as his cock penetrated her, inhaling her own musk slowly to prevent a loss of air, as her husband, once again, attempted to take her breath away. As her lungs approached maximum capacity, his shaft came to a stop, as deep inside her as he had ever been. Growing hotter after inhaling her own scent, alongside the oxygen she needed to survive, Amy shivered atop Alejandro's cock, bottomed out inside of her.

"Oh Alejandro, I love when you're so deep inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me until I cum again, please."

Not needing to be asked a second time, Alejandro slid his cock out and slammed back into Amy, their skin meeting and clapping like exploding fireworks. Drilling into his wife, he broke their kiss and looked down, admiring her body, the dress framing her shape like an artist paints a sunset. Watching his cock slide in, the glistening juices of their mixture caught his eye as it seeped out from her insides.

Wrapping her arms around Alejandro's neck, she lifted herself slightly in order to enjoy the show as well. The sight of her man's cock penetrating her, prompting another squirt of juices, the little spray coating his balls as they slapped against her violently in time with his thrusts.

Letting herself back down to the bed gently, she grabbed ahold of her tits, the bouncing mounds starting to get sore from the work out her husband was giving her. Holding them in place, she took ahold of her stiffening nipples with her fingertips, pulling them out and away from her body before lowering them back down to Earth slowly.

"I want it from behind," she says, interrupting the fucking that she had been receiving. "Over the arm of the couch in the other room, like we did before I went to work the other day."

Smiling at his naughty wife, he took a brief moment to remember the other morning and the quickie they had before she left for the day. He didn't last 90 seconds, but it was fucking orgasmic for them both. And they both agreed it was one of the hottest sessions in their lives.

Sliding his dick out of Amy, Alejandro reached out a hand to help pull her up to her feet. Finally shedding her dress, the naked Amy did a little hop and skip out the bedroom door, approaching the couch and giving her butt a little wiggle.

With the arm of the couch being a little high, Amy had to hop up on it, leaning over the front and falling forward until her tits landed on the cushions. Her feet not touching the floor, she reached back and opened herself wide, a welcoming invite to Alejandro.