Our hometown only has one adult bookstore in it, and my wife, Brandie and I, have played there several times. Most often, late at night, actually early in the mornings, around 1-2-3 O'clock in the mornings, as we have been on our way home from clubs, half drunk, horny, and looking for fun. This is the story of how we got thrown out of there one night, for having a little,"too much fun."
One Friday evening, about 9 PM, we were sitting around the house, watching TV, with no special plans for the night, when my wife spoke up and said, "What do you say we go down to the adult bookstore and see what kind of fun we can have?"
I immediately jumped up and was ready to go, but she told me to calm down, she would have to get ready first. Then she went to take a shower, shave her pussy silky smooth, do her hair, put on some make up, and get dressed.
When my wife was ready to go, she came out into the living room and did a little modeling walk around in front of me for my approval. I immediately noticed that she was wearing a very bright red lipstick, a shade that she normally doesn't wear, because for every day wear, she thinks it's too bright and gaudy. In fact she has a nickname for it, she calls it, "cock sucking red", and she only wears it when she is prepared to be a slut and possibly suck some strange cock! The thought immediately made my cock start to stiffen inside my jeans!
Although the lipstick was a brighter red, it complimented the darker red shade of her fingernails, the red garter belt she was wearing that held up her high quality, shear black stockings with the seams up the back, and her red high heeled pump shoes. Around her left ankle, she wore a heavy gold anklet that glinted every time it caught a ray of light and it brought your attention to the flower tattoo on the outside of her ankle, as if you needed any other reason to be looking at her sexy long legs.
Brandie had chosen to wear one of my favorite nighties. It was black, with a little bit of red trim to it. The upper portion, from her waistline up, was black lace and had just enough of a supportive shape built into it, to hold her 38C tits naturally, without being too binding, or too loose. The lace, allowed you to pretty clearly see her nipples and areola, through it. There was a phony elastic red belt, with a red bow made into it, around the middle, separating the top and bottom of the nightie. It served no real function other than as a decorative trim item to separate the top and bottom of the nightie.. The bottom portion, or skirt of the nightie, was about knee length, but it was made of shear nylon layers that were quite see through. She wasn't wearing any kind of panty, no G-string, thong, no panty of any type, and so the sheerness of the nightie showed off my wife's ass, cleanly shaved pussy, garter belt, and stocking tops, quite nicely.
As she twirled around the living room for my viewing pleasure, she asked me, "Do I look sexy?"
My wife, Brandie, (at the time of this story), was about 50. She's 5'7" tall, blond hair, long sexy legs, a perfect ass, 38C tits, and shapely figure. Tanned year round from her own tanning bed at home, her skin always has a beautiful glow to it that accentuates and highlights her blond hair and pretty white smile. Of course at 50, she carried a little more weight than she would like and wasn't as firm everywhere as she was when she was 30, but she's still very attractive and has no trouble turning heads when she's trying to, and this outfit was sure going to turn heads!
Excitedly, I said, "Hell YES!" Then a little less enthusiastically I asked, "Are you really going to wear THAT into the adult bookstore? That's pretty revealing!"
Brandie's response was, that she was going to wear a light overcoat, (since it was springtime and cool in the evenings, that wouldn't look out of place), from home into the store, then inside the store, she would open the coat as we walked around the brightly lit areas upstairs where the bookshelves, movies, magazines, and toys are all displayed, but that when we went downstairs to the dimly lit area of the movie booths and theaters, she would remove the coat and let me carry it.
My cock was hard as a rock in my pants, imagining my sexy wife walking around an adult bookstore in this outfit, and so I said, "Let's go!"
Brandie put on her coat, we got in the car and made the short 15 minute trip to the bookstore.
When we walked in the front door of the bookstore, I was a bit taken aback at the sight of the person sitting at the front counter. I had heard that the bookstore had been recently bought out by some LGBT folks, but I was totally unprepared for the "freak show" we were about to see!
The person, (I can't say it was a man, or a woman, because I don't know!), sitting at the front counter, had half their head shaved. And the bare half of their head was completely tattooed. The hair on the other half of the head was long and multicolored. Of course this "person" had all kinds of hardware stuck in their face, lips, cheeks, ears, eyebrows, they looked like a fucking pin cushion! "It" was wearing a wife beater T-shirt and torn up blue jeans pants tucked into knee high black leather boots with a chain belt and every exposed portion of skin was tattooed. My immediate thought was, that I was glad I met "this" in a brightly lit room, as meeting "it" in a dark alley would have scared the shit outta me!
This attendant person, looked our way as we entered, but then went back to reading the book on the counter. As I've already stated, this portion of the store is brightly lit and there were several people walking around in the store looking at various items on the shelves. Brandie and I headed towards the back of the store where the magazine racks are. I noticed there were a couple of normal looking fellows browsing there by themselves. As we entered this area that is almost a room of it's own, separate from the main store area, my wife opened her coat, and with her hands in her pockets, she made sure that it stayed open, so that anyone she passed by, could plainly see how she was dressed.
Then we began the game of walking through the area, looking at magazines on the shelves, movies on the racks, and showing my wife off to anyone, who happened to be in the area and could get a good look. We passed a couple of guys, who couldn't hide their surprise, but obvious enjoyment of how my wife was dressed, and they made no bones about trying to maneuver around in order to get another good look at her from the front, where her coat was open. Brandie was surprisingly playful, (the reason I say surprisingly, is because she was stone cold sober and she is rarely this bold without a little alcohol encouragement). As we moved through the store and the three guys in that area jockeyed around for better viewing positions, my wife made a point of splaying her coat open further at times, stopping in certain positions to give some guy a longer view of her, and she sometimes made sexual, "dirty" comments to me about something we saw on a magazine, or movie cover, in a loud enough voice that some guy close by could hear. My wife was obviously enjoying one of her favorite sexual games, and that's, exhibitionism!
We had discovered, many years earlier, that my wife got great sexual enjoyment out of showing herself off, in sexual ways, to men. She enjoyed their attention and it always turned her on, and heightened her own sexual pleasure, when she knew she was being looked at, by men, with sexual desire on their minds. On the times when we would be out all night in clubs and bars and she would be cock teasing the men all night, but then we went home and had sex together, she would always be so fucking horny, turned on, and excited, that we would fuck like rabbits all night long and she never seemed to be able to get enough! Later in our relationship, when we started sharing her with other men for sex, she discovered that having me watching her with other men, and joining in, sent her to sexual levels that she never imagined existed. In a threesome, (or sometimes small gang bangs), my wife had a nearly insatiable sexual appetite! Brandie discovered that she really enjoyed having sex while anyone, even groups of people watched. So, this game we were playing in the adult bookstore that night, was really making my wife horny!
On a couple of occasions, as we stood close together, she whispered to me about how much she was getting turned on and how wet her pussy was getting. I told her to let me feel it while someone was watching us. So, the next time we were in the same aisle with another guy, Brandie turned towards me, and stood a bit to my side, so that she was boldly facing a man just a few steps behind me. I slid my hand under the skirt of her nightie and slipped a finger into my wife's pussy. It was so wet, that my finger easily slipped between her pussy lips and right up her cunt! I was watching my wife's face the whole time, and as she first turned towards me, she looked straight into the face of the guy behind me, with a kind of daring look on her face as if to say to him, "Watch this!"
As my hand made contact with her cleanly shaved pussy, I saw my wife kind of shudder, as if she caught a cold chill. Than as my finger traced over her pussy lips, she bit her bottom lip, and as it slipped inside her and up her cunt, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, gasped and swooned a bit, then she opened her eyes again and looked directly back at the other man as she stood there with my finger up her cunt.
I felt Brandie's cunt muscles twitch around my finger and a warm flood of fresh juices seemed to gush forth from her, seeping out, to wet my hand, and the outside of her own pussy lips and crotch. It wasn't really an orgasm, per say, but it was an involuntary reaction to the sexual stimulation my wife was having from displaying herself in such a "nasty", sexual way to a total stranger!
Then Brandie leaned toward me, and we kissed, as I pulled my finger out of her and rubbed my hand up and down on her pussy a couple of times, spreading the fresh wetness across her cleanly shaved pussy.
When we were done with the show, we both turned back towards the shelves full of magazines and I looked to my left, at the man, who had been watching us, from just a few steps away. I smiled, and he grinned and nodded his head, as if to say, "That was very cool!"
As I stood there having this little unspoken dialogue with that other guy, I suddenly realized how much I could smell the scent of my wife's hot, wet, pussy in the air. I nudged her to move down the aisle a bit, and the guy keeping about the same distance from us, moved the same way we did, so that he was then standing where we had just been. I shot a glance back at him and wondered if he could now smell Brandie's scent. As I looked at him, he was holding a magazine in his hands that he had picked up off the shelf, but he looked towards me and exaggerated an inhale and then smiled at me, letting me know that he did in fact, have the scent!
I leaned over and whispered to my wife, "He can smell your pussy."
