Day Off From Wor

"You are full of all sorts of surprises today" I said.

"The day is still young." She replied. "You still need to take me out for breakfast and shopping. But first, we need to make myself presentable." You see, my wife Amy, had just finished giving me a mind numbing blow job moments after I had just watched her masturbate to an equally mind numbing orgasm. It was Friday morning and we both had taken the day off from work. I had woken up earlier and took our two boys to school while she stayed in bed. I had planned on sneaking back into the house and surprising her with my presents, but she quickly turned the surprise back onto me.

The clock read 8:17am as she started to climb off the bed. Holding onto my hand, she pulled me off with her. As we made our way to the bathroom, we picked up discarded clothes littering the way, and placed them in the clothes hamper.

Walking in the bathroom and flicking the lights on, Amy made a bee-line straight to the toilet with me steps behind. Almost before she had finished sitting down, I could hear her pee hissing from her slit, splashing in the bowl with considerable force. Ahh... I love that sound. I stopped in front of her and gazed down at her crotch. She noticed my stares and leaned back parting her legs, letting me watch her golden liquid stream out from her folds.

A few seconds later her pussy clinched up and the flow stopped, then started, stopped, and started back up again, releasing another 15-20 seconds of pee. How could she do that? I have always been amazed at how she could stop peeing in the middle of her stream then start right back up again. No guy could do that. Once we start, we got to go to the finish. There is no stopping and then starting back up again for us.

As her flow was reduced to a small dribble, I walked over and turned on the shower, warming the water. Amy finished, wiped her clam, and stood up moving to the side as I squeezed past and positioned myself in front of the bowl. Not saying a word, she wrapped her arms around me, reached down and nudged my hand away from my dick, replacing it with her own. She remand there leaning into my back, holding me as I emptied my fluids into the bowl. When I finished, she yanked on my snake a couple times, turned and headed off to the shower, leaving me shaking my head as I reached out to flush.

We took our time shampooing and washing each other, paying particular attention to each others more interesting parts. Once finished, Amy got out her shaving lotion and squirted a glob into my hand. She directed me to lather up one of her legs than the other, as she shaved the day old stubble off of them. Finally she pointed me to her pubic area, with the glint back in her eye again, she told me that she had to be especially smooth for our shopping trip today. Doing my best to cover her vulva with anti-bump shaving lotion, my finger accidentally brushed over her clitoris and slid inside her. How that happened I don't know, but she gave me a glare that told me I shouldn't let it happen again if I knew what was good for me. I coat the rest of her box quickly without any further incidents.

As she started to shave, I knelt down to only a foot away, staring in rapt attention as her blades glided over her skin, removing all her tiny hair follicles. She paid particular attention to her outer labia and nether region between her pussy and anus. Once she was satisfied that all the hair had been removed, she rinsed off and asked me to inspect her pubic area as well. Instructing me to make sure she was completely bare, I peered in close, running my hand over her whole area. Not finding any hairs, I leaned in and gave her clit a kiss, flicking my tongue over her button. Thanking me as she turned away, Amy reached out and shut off the shower, telling me that there would be plenty of time for play later, now was the time to get ready.

As we finished drying each other off, Amy walked naked into the bedroom, and disappeared into the closet. When she returned she had a pair of khaki shorts and a print shirt for me. "I think you will wear these today" she said handing them to me.

"No boxer?" I inquired as I pulled the shirt on me.

Looking right at me she replied "No boxers."

OK, if she said so. "Do I get to pick out your outfit?"

"Nope. Not today, you wouldn't pick out what I need. I will get it, and you will go downstairs and wait until I am done." Giving me a peck on my cheek she said "Now go"

"Fine" I said, "you obviously have something up your sleeve. I will be downstairs." Twenty minutes later as I am sitting on the couch watching Sportscenter, Amy comes walking down the stairs in a burgundy red summer dress with a white tropical floral print on it. The bottom of the dress stops about three inches below her ass, and the top is low cut with buttons down the front. The dress is one we got last year before we went on our 10 day cruise to the Caribbean. I fondly remember sliding my hand up Amy's back side and massaging her ass and pussy while walking around the islands shopping for souvenirs. She had the top few buttons undone, and I could clearly see the curves of her boobs, as she had no bra on underneath. Finishing her ensemble was a pair of sandals that had straps that wrapped around her ankles.

Amy stands 5'10" and weighs in at 127 lbs with gorgeous long legs, slim waist and hips, wavy brunette hair, and Van Morrison brown eyes. In the 14 years that we have been together, and after the birth of our two children, the only difference in her appearance is she has more curvature to her now now. Her breasts have grown from 34 small B to 34 full B almost C, and her hips and bottom have curves now. When we had first meet, Amy was 117 lbs with no ass, and her hips were pointed like daggers. She now, as they say, has junk in the trunk and smooth round hips, while not losing her flat stomach and keeping her same pant size. She is quintessential MILF (Mother I'd Like to Fuck).

"Damn you look good!" I exclaimed.

"Thank You" she said as she pirouetted around, her dress rising up briefly showing the bottom of her bum. "Let's go I'm famished" and out the door she went. Trailing after her, I grabbed my keys, wallet, and sunglasses closing the door behind me. Climbing into the driver's seat I started the car and backed out of the driveway. "Where we headed?" I asked.

"Starbucks in the shopping center, I need a cup of joe." As I got the car pointed in the right direction, I glanced over at my beautiful wife as she stared out the window. I noticed she had her hand in her dress, absentmindedly caressing her breast. My cock started to stiffen.

Ten minutes later we pulled in the parking lot. I parked the car, got out, and went around opening the door for Amy. As she turned in her seat to get out, she spread her legs, showing me her bare snatch. "You ready?" I asked. She just smiled wickedly at me, as we walked hand-in-hand to the entrance. As I opened the door, the chill from the air conditioned cafe caused Amy's nipples to harden instantly, standing out against her thin fabric.

The place looked pretty vacant, as there was only one person working that we could see. He looked to be about 20 years old, 6' tall, and 160lbs. He definitely had a runners build with dirty blond hair and glasses. Walking straight up to the display, she caught his attention. Raising his eyes from the open text book on the counter, he did a double take as he saw her nipples straining to be free. Terry, the name on his tag, said, "Can I help you?"

"Yes you can, I would like a Grande Café Mocha, and umm, let's see......" as she bent over at the waist, causing the top of her dress to fall open, giving him an unobstructed view down to her perky tits. He stood there transfixed, his mouth slightly agape. Fifteen seconds later she rose back up, staring directly into his eyes, "I think a banana and nuts will fill me, don't you?"

Terry just stuttered "Yes ma'am"

"Good I will have a muffin then" as she turned and walked away to select a table.

After I placed my order, I paid and went and sat down next to my wife. Smiling at her I said, "Terry will bring our order out since it is not busy. I think he wants another peek."

"Well then we will give him one" as she lifted her ass off the chair and pulled the dress from under her. Sitting back down she exclaimed "Oooh, the seat is cold." She then crossed her right leg over her left, causing the dress to bunch up on her lap. It also exposed the length of her leg from her knee down to her ass cheek.

While we were waiting I took in our surroundings. Amy had chosen a raised table for two toward the front of the store. Where, unless you are 6'6", you have to climb up onto the chair to sit down. She was positioned with her back to the window facing the counter and I was on her left. She also had a copy of the day's paper and was leafing through it.

I looked around, noticing there was only a couple other tables occupied. One in the very back, that had five or six older women that looked like a book club or something, and another up by the front window on the other side of the entrance. A middle-aged man wearing a navy blazer and slacks sat with his back to us, reading a thick historical looking book. I had him pegged as a history professor from one of the local colleges.

Terry brought out our order, sat it on the table and never let his eyes drift from my wife's body. He would peer down at her sculptured thigh and ass then up to her cleavage, hoping her dress would open a little further. "Thank you Terry, you are too kind" she said, flirtatiously smiling at him.

Blushing he responded, "No problem. If you need anything else just let me know." He reluctantly picked up his tray, turned and walked away. As he went back behind the counter I noticed that he positioned himself, and his book, more in line with where Amy was sitting. Sensing this as well, Amy uncrossed her legs and placed her feet on the outer side of the chairs legs, granting him a view of her shaved pussy and swollen clit. The whole time she just continued to eat her muffin, drink her mocha and read the paper. Minutes past and up to this point I had been mostly a spectator in the game being played between them, but it was now time for me to become a participant.

Amy casually removed her left hand from the paper, placed it on my crotch, and started to rub my cock through my shorts. Not wanting to be left out, I reached over and undid two more buttons on her dress uncovering her right breast. I took in my hand and started playing, squeezing it, and pinching her nipple. A soft moan escaped from her lips as she leaned into me and quietly whispered for me to reach down and play with her pussy.

Granting her request, I released her boob, leaving it still exposed, and place my hand over her cunt. She took her hand off my now hard cock, and lifted her ass off the chair, sliding her hips forward to the edge of the seat. Once lowered back down, she leaned back raising her feet onto the cross support arms of her chair. This opened her puffy lips, and gave me uninhibited access to her tunnel. Her musky scent wafted out from her crotch and tickled my nostrils.

I stole a quick glance at Terry as I slide a finger into Amy's wet pussy. He had stopped pretending to do any sort of studying, and was just ogling my wife's body. One hand was supporting his chin and the other I could see was outside his pants rubbing against his cock. Amy saw this as well and placed her left hand on her uncovered tit and started to fondle it where I had left off. She was pulling and pinching on her nipple harder then I did as she started to whimper. I was pumping one then two finger in and out of her sloppy hole, grinding my palm hand against her clit. Moments later I felt her pussy contract and her ass started to quiver. She let out an audible grunt as her hand collapsed on to mine, holding it firmly against her clit as she rubbed her mound into my hand. Seconds later she removed my fingers from her well and leaned back closing her eyes. We sat like that for a minute, both our hands on her lap, as she came down from her apex.

Continuing to hold my hand Amy opened her eyes, gazed at Terry, and got up off the chair pulling me along and started to walk toward the door, her right breast still hanging out. Following along I heard Terry stammer "Thank you, come again" as he tried to hide the wet spot forming on the front of his pants with a towel.

Amy stopped, turned to him lustfully smiling, and said "If you always pay this much attention to your customers, you can count on it!"

As we walked out in the parking lot a couple teenagers had just arrived and were getting out of their car. As we walked past and noticing Amy's right boob was still hanging out, we over heard one of them say, "Dude, did you see that, that bitch's tittie was hanging out. Damn, where's a camera when you need one."

We start laughing as we climbed into our waiting car. As I started the engine, Amy leaned over and kissed me ferociously. "Damn that was fun!"

I reached down to her tit and gave it a squeeze, "You gonna put this away?"

"Maybe" she replied with a grin, and kissed me again.

"OK, well now where to?" I ask.

Pointing to the other end of the shopping center she said, "Over there to that shoe store, they have a pair of heels I have had my eye on."

I navigated the car across the parking lot while Amy opened the glove compartment and removed a couple Kleenex. She hiked her dress up and wiped up cum that had escaped into the crack of her ass, and down the inside of her thighs. Once cleaned, she popped her boob back into her dress and refastened the buttons that I had undone earlier. As I pulled into a parking spot close to the front of the store, she pulled down the visor, opened the mirror, and checked her hair and face. Making minor adjustments to a couple unruly strands of hair, she applied a fresh coat of lip gloss and announced she was ready.

As we reached the door a young mother was pushing a stroller with twin girls our way. I held the door open for them, received a thank you, and entered in behind them. As they headed to the back of the store towards the children's shoe area, the store manager noticed this and headed off right behind them. Moments later an attractive raven-haired sales associate emerged from the stock area with a stack of shoes in her arms intent on replenishing the shelves. Seeing us she sat the shoes on a bench and came over. She introduced herself as Peggy, yet her name tag said Pegatha. I commented on the differing names, and she stated that she was named after her Great-Grandmother who had emigrated from Greece over a hundred years ago, but everyone just called her Peggy.

That explained the trace of Mediterranean olive coloring and dark beckoning eyes she had. Standing about 5'5", she wore a denim mini-skirt, which showed off her nicely tanned legs, and a see-through blouse over a lavender colored silk camisole. The cami did very little in the way of hiding her full 36C breast and slim waist. As we chatted, Amy selected a pair of two inch black heels and a pair of knee high heeled boots. Handing them to Peggy, she asked for a 7 ½ and an 8 in both styles.

While Peggy was in the back getting the shoes, I sat down in a chair by the entrance to the stock room, and Amy sat down on a bench facing me and adjusted her outfit. Making sure the others in the store couldn't see, she undid a button up top, and hiked up the bottom to show off more thigh. She smiled lustfully at me and said, "She's gorgeous isn't she." I respond in the affirmative. "She made my pussy twitch with excitement the minute I saw her. Shall we see if she will play?" My cock started to rise in anticipation.

When Peggy returned with the boxes, she sat down on her knees in front of Amy, and tucked her ankles under her sculptured ass. Amy leaned forward to undo the straps of her sandals giving Peggy a good look at her tits. Amy lingered a little bit longer then was quite necessary to remove her footwear, ensuring her prey had ample time to inspect her breast and hardened nipples. Once Peggy noticed, her eyes never strayed from their exposed target until Amy ended the exhibit by straightening back up. Turning away Peggy reached into one of the boxes and removed the smaller pair of heels. Amy seized this moment to slide forward on the bench causing her dress to bunch up under her naked ass and parted her legs, thus affording Peggy a close-up view of her bare box.

Amy lifted her left leg and pointed her rose-petal red toenails out to Peggy, who reached out and caressed my wife's taunt calf and then slid the black heel onto her foot. After the same routine was finished with the right foot, Amy stood and proceeded to walk up the aisle pausing in front of the floor mirror and inspected the heels from every angle. As she passed me on her return trip I could see a small trail of her juices start to run down the inside of her thigh, and the smell of her sex once again assaulted my senses. Stopping in front of Peggy she held a leg out for inspection. Peggy ran her hands over the shoe caressing Amy's foot and ankle then asked how they felt.

As with all women, there was faint indecision on Amy's part, while she searched for the reassuring compliments from Peggy. They finally reached an agreement that the heels were indeed sexy and that they sculptured the ankle and calf beautifully and that they should be bought. Amy lifted her left leg out to Peggy so the heel could be removed and then she lifted her right leg. I noticed the trail of liquid had now made its way down to Amy's knee. I had never seen her this wet and turned on in my life.

Forgoing the other pair of heels Peggy turned and uncovered the boots. Amy in the mean time pulled up her dress exposing her shaved puss, and sat down on the edge of the bench sticking out her leg. As Amy slide her foot into the proffered boot, Peggy proceeded to raise the zipper up past my wife's calf and then stopped. Noticing the clear liquid running down Amy's leg, Peggy reached out and scooped it up with her finger, peered up into my wife's eyes, and took it to her mouth. Sticking out her tongue, she licked the syrup off her finger eagerly, savoring the flavor. "Mmm, that tastes good." They continued to stare lustfully into each others eyes as Peggy reached down and finished zipping up the boot.

The second boot was fitted and fastened without any delays. And as with the heels, Amy stood and made her stroll down the catwalk. This time as she passed me, the trail of cum was much larger and was now smeared over both her thighs. Positioning herself again in front of Peggy, Amy asked, "Well how do I look now?"

"Like you need some assistance" was Peggy's reply as she reached up under Amy's dress and rubbed her hand over my wife's leaking cunt. With a finger being slipped between her folds, Amy let out a gasp. Causing her to reach down and grab Peggy's head, running her fingers through her hair and start moaning softly.

Breaking contact, Amy went over to the bench, hiked up her dress, and sat down while Peggy again slurped the cum off her fingers. Leaning back on her elbows Amy spread her legs and motioned Peggy towards her swollen pussy lips. Licking the remaining juices from her lips, Peggy crawled over to the bench and pushed Amy's legs further apart exposing her blooming flower. Commenting on what a lovely sight it was, Peggy lowered her mouth onto Amy's awaiting crotch. Slipping a finger into Amy's cunt, Peggy worked her tongue and mouth over her puffy labia and clitoris. As she pumped one then another digit into Amy's fuck canal, Peggy took her other hand and slipped it under her skirt and started working on her own wet pussy.

With Amy's heightened state of arousal, it only took moments before she started panting as an orgasm coursed through her. Peggy never let up, continuing the assault on both of their pussies. With fingers thrusting in and out, and her mouth clamped on Amy's engorged bud, Peggy caused a second, then a third orgasm to rack my wife's body. Thrashing her head back and forth and biting hard on her lower lip to remain quite, Amy pushed Peggy away from her now painfully sensitive organ. Crumpling forward trying to recover, blood formed on the side of my wife mouth, as she panted for air.