This was originally a much shorter story that I had sent to my girlfriend when I was working several thousand miles away. I have changed the names to protect the guilty and added many more details. I hope you enjoy my first story here on Literotica.
Thank you to CWatson for the suggestions and help with the editing.
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I don't remember exactly when I realized that my wife, Melissa, was an exhibitionist. Maybe it was the time that she went to work wearing a suit with a rather short skirt and sheer panty hose with no panties. Maybe it was when it started to get hot out, and she would wear her flimsy summer dress, and nothing else. She still likes to wear that dress, with nothing at all on underneath. It is made of soft cotton and never fails to catch my attention with the way it hugs her curves when she moves. Even better, when the light is just right, you can see the outline of her slender body underneath. The dress has a low scooped neckline, spaghetti straps, and buttons running down the front. She usually leaves a few undone at the top, just to tease me and anyone else who may be watching.
The mother of our two children, Melissa loves teasing me by showing off her shapely legs, tight ass and C-cup breasts in various public venues. One summer evening, she decided to tease me in the local supermarket. I didn't know it at the time, but this was about to be a night to remember.
Wearing nothing but her summer dress, a pair of sandals, and a smile, she began her teasing by climbing out of our car and strolling a few lengths in front of me across the parking lot. This allowed me to enjoy the sway of her hips beneath her thin dress. She turned to see if I was paying attention. When she turned, I could see her breasts bouncing as she strode confidently toward the store entrance. Pulling a shopping cart from the corral, she handed it off to me and continued through the automatic door, entering the busy store.
Entering the store myself, I felt the blast of air conditioning as I passed under the vent. I spotted Melissa over in the produce section and caught up to her, but kept a few yards behind to enjoy the view. I liked to watch the cheeks of her ass rock back and forth under her dress as she walked. Several men turned their heads to enjoy a second look at my wife. I felt a sense of pride that she was married to me when I saw them looking. Continuing to watch her swaying ass, I could feel the beginnings of an erection that threatened to tent my shorts, revealing my pending excitement to the entire store. Remembering some of her past escapades, I wondered how far she was going to take things this evening.
She soon began teasing me by bending at the waist in order to reach items on the lower shelves. The hem of her dress would ride up her tan and toned legs, very close to exposing the bottom of her ass. The higher her hemline got, the harder I got. My cock was now erect, I could feel it pulsing in sync with my heartbeat as I watched Melissa expose herself to me, and whatever lucky strangers that happened by.
The bulge in my khaki shorts had to be obvious to everyone in the store. A woman walking down the aisle glanced at Melissa as she reached for a box on a high shelf. The bottoms of my wife's firm ass cheeks were on display as she stood on tip-toe to reach the item. The woman then glanced at me with the bulge in my shorts and flashed a mischievous smile. I turned my head to watch her walk by, and caught her glancing back at the two of us for a second look. She quickly looked away as her face flushed; embarrassed that she had been caught enjoying the view.
I am a complete sucker when my sexy wife exposes herself, and Melissa knew the effect she was having on me. Just when I thought that things were going great, she turned the heat up another notch. This time she turned toward me as she crouched down to retrieve a can of vegetables from the bottom shelf. Spreading her legs, she gave me an unobstructed view of her hairless mound and pouting lips. In the glare of the fluorescent lights above, I could see that she was beginning to get excited. Her pussy lips were parted, and I could see that she was getting wet. Not wet enough for her juices to run down her thighs as it does when she's really turned on, but just enough that I could see a bit of dampness.
My gaze drank in the lusciousness of her body, stopping at her succulent breasts. She had undergone a breast enhancement a few years back, and had definitely gotten her money's worth. Her breasts had gone from an "A" to a very nice "C". Her surgeon was a fucking artist I thought to myself. I loved how her tits looked when they were proudly on display, just as they were right here in the middle of the Safeway.
Looking closer at her delicious mounds, I could see her hard nipples threatening to poke holes in the fabric of her dress. If I looked hard enough, I was certain I could see the shadow of her areolae through the thin cotton. I didn't think it was possible, but my cock got even harder. I could feel my pulse increasing, my breathing getting quicker and I felt butterflies churning in my stomach. She had me under her spell. My sexy wife had my full attention when I felt my cock lurch involuntarily. I enjoyed the tingling sensation along my length and felt the sticky dampness of pre-cum flowing out of my cock.
Melissa looked at the tent in my shorts and flashed me her sexiest smile. Yes, she knew my discomfort was all because of her deliberate teasing.
Still crouched down with her pussy on display, she reached out and grasped my erection in her hand. I felt faint and moaned as she worked the length of my cock through my shorts. Her delicate touch was getting me very close to the edge of an orgasm. Suddenly, she stopped stroking my member and looked past me, farther down the aisle. I looked over my shoulder to follow her gaze and was surprised by what I saw. It was an older couple coming down the aisle, and they were looking straight at us. I wondered if they had seen what we had been up to.
"Oops," Melissa mouthed to me. Her glances darted between me and the older couple who was approaching.
The thin, grey haired man looked to be about 60 and had a startled expression on his face. His short, frumpy wife looked to be the same age, and wore a look of disgust. She glared at Melissa as she lumbered by.
"You could see right up her dress!" she hissed at her husband. "We should report the two of them to the store manager."
As they turned the corner at the end of the aisle, I noticed him turn his head for one last lingering look at Melissa. Then they disappeared from sight.
"Stop staring at that dirty little whore! It's the devil's work I tell you!" I could still hear her bitching at her poor husband from the next aisle over.
"Poor old bastard," I thought, "He'll catch hell when he gets home."
"There's a manager, I'm going to let him know what's going on in the next aisle!" I overheard the little troll of a woman tell her husband.
Looking at my wife, I said "I think we should hurry things up and get out of here Mel."
"Awww, I was just getting started," she replied, "maybe he'll go home and give his wife what I want you to give me."
"And what would that be?" I asked innocently.
"A nice hard cock," she said, licking her lips, "and a big load of cum."
Continuing on as if nothing had happened, she placed the can of veggies in the cart. Leaning over as she did so, giving me a perfect view of her succulent breasts. Unrestrained by a bra, they were hanging free inside of her dress. I could easily see her hard nipples as she glanced up and flashed me another one of her winning smiles.
"Hurry up and finish shopping," I pleaded, "If we spend much more time in here, I'm gonna cum in my shorts."
