It wasn't the best of days for Kim. Her kids were driving her nuts. It was "Black Thursday" and the mall was jammed, WalMart's "Santa" was one of the poorest she'd ever seen. MacKenzie wanted Baskin-Robbins but Jillian wanted popcorn. She was worn out and glad when her mother-in-law offered to take the kids home and let Kim have the rest of her shopping time to herself.
She wandered around the mall, watching the post-Thanksgiving throngs of idiots, looking for non-existent "bargains" at the various stores. Methodical to the point of insanity, the tiny blonde usually had her Christmas shopping done in October, to avoid all the morons out there and snotty clerks in overpriced stores.
So she wandered over to the new Lingerie store, La Vie En Rose, and was immediately swept away by thoughts of decadent lust.
Keith was going to be surprised at his hot little wifey. Kim was swept away by urges to ravish him tonight, to fuck his brains out.
Kim had been very sexual since hitting 30. She'd had wild fantasies and indulged a few of them.
Her women's card club had tried "strip poker" one afternoon a few months back. Since that night, she and Marcie had been licking each other's pussies almost weekly - Marcie's adorable golden body and long black hair ignited her previously-unknown lesbian urges - and the girls at the club were now bringing sex toys to use on each other, the orgies lasting until near-dinnertime.
Pussies were being licked, bodies were being rubbed and massaged, quiet women knowing hitherto-unknown delights. Dee Harrison was now the lesbian sex-slave of Ann Taylor. At least 2 of the women were having threesomes with their husband's and other women, although Kim thought her hubby might freak if he saw her with another woman's tongue between her pussy lips.
She bought some hot lingerie at the store and made a point of getting the phone number of the cute co-ed clerk. She hinted that someday she might be up for a 3-way with the girl and her boyfriend. God, she was turning into such a slut.
Not that she had any regrets about that. She still gave Keith all the sex he wanted, in fact, becoming a slut had increased her sex drive dramatically. Kim could fuck and fuck and fuck and still want more. God, yes, yes, being a slut was fun!
And that slut was going to treat her husband to a night he'd never forget. She was going to give him all of her, she was going to unleash herself with wild abandon. No matter what happened in the future, Keith would be able to look back at this night and remember it with glee.
Where to begin?
Kim wandered around the mall and found what she was looking for in minutes, a nice little sex shop with all the toys a horny woman could want. Wall to wall vibes, gels, dildos, butterflies, one of those chairs a girl could sit in and ride her man's cock (or her girlfriend's strap-on, Kim thought lewdly). Keith would have palpitations if he saw his sweet little wifey in a store like this.
As she looked around the shop, the pretty co-ed from the lingerie store came in, on her lunch break, Kim surmised. She and the pretty redheaded owner of the store seemed to be chatting rather animatedly, so Kim walked over to the counter. The co-ed was surprised and pleased to see Kim so soon and welcomed her to the conversation.