Loving wife teases husband by talking about her past. A cuckolding psychological slow burn. [no cheating, no noncon]
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"Would you please get off your phone?" Jaimie looked at the reflection of her 18-year-old daughter's bare leg sprawled across the beige leather armrest of the captain's seat behind her through the rearview mirror. The newly turned adult, Faith, tossed her phone over her shoulder as Jaimie heard the $1200 lb piece of plastic bounce off the third-row seats. "Seriously?" Jaimie's eyebrows scrunched down, causing the center of her forehead to wrinkle as she adjusted her rearview mirror to make eye contact with her daughter while keeping her sights on the glistening night road before her. Faith's hood covered her face, revealing only her pink lower lip and round chin. She could see her daughter's considerable bust through the thick oversized hoodie. Jaimie exhaled and closed her eyes, breathing a quick prayer of protection for her daughter.
"You always get in such a bad mood when Dad hasn't been home for a month. Do you miss your daddy that much?" Jaime nudged, wishing to lift her daughter's spirits, but Faith didn't respond. "You realize he'll be back this weekend."
The five-minute car ride to the grocery store was deafening for the two women in the mid-size SUV. Jaimie regretted the newer cars' acoustic advancement, shielding them from the outside world. Jaimie so longed for a break in silence that she rolled down her window, allowing the outside winds to howl life into the car. A gust of wind and rain splashed Jaimie and her daughter in the face as she heard her daughter shriek in frustration: "Mommmmmm!!!!!!!!"
In reaction to the screech, Jaimie at once raised the power window. "Sorry. I didn't mean to do that." She stared again through her rearview mirror. Faith uncovered her face to wipe away the rain. Jaimie couldn't help but smile at the sight of her daughter's beautiful youthful face. Upon noticing her mother's gaze, Faith's natural reaction was to return the smile. Sensing the creases of her outer lips, she attempted to prevent her smile from emerging, but the more Faith resisted, the wider her smile became. As they entered the grocery store's parking lot, the mother and daughter exchanged contagious bursts of laughter.
Petrichor filled the air as Jaime hugged her 18-year-old daughter from the side, pulling her close like a baby as they walked toward the store's entrance. Although Faith would never admit it, enjoying the warmth of her mother's body relaxed her into a deep state of comfort. It was impossible not to notice her mother's large side breasts pushing against her body. As a child, Faith treated her mother's bosom as a separate entity that belonged to her. If she wasn't hugging her mother while rubbing her face into her chest, she was trying to grab and squeeze them as the large mounds enamored her. For a moment, Faith wondered if she had caught up in cup size with her curvaceous mother. It brought up a recent memory of when she borrowed her mother's bra; the bra fit.
*****
Once inside the store, the mother and daughter split up with Jaime getting groceries while Faith wandered the makeup aisle. "That color looks good on you," a husky voice called from beside Faith. She turned slowly to face the stranger's compliments. 'He was cute. And tall. And had a deep voice. What about that curly bob cut that perfectly suited his chiseled jawline? 'Fuck.' Faith sensed herself warming.
She clenched the lipstick in her fist, then swung her arm behind her. "You don't even know what color it was," she chirped back.
The boy took a step closer to her as she cranked her neck back to maintain eye contact. "When you have a cute face like yours, nothing else matters." She used both her hands to cover her burning red face in front of the stranger. His large hands gently pry her fingers an inch apart so he could look her in the eye. "What's your name? I'm Derek."
Her chest and head thumped in unison as she responded, "Faith."
"Faith?"
"Yeah..."
"What's your snap?" Derek pulled out his phone, opened the app, then handed it to her. Faith's now red face was visible as she used her fingers to type her ID on the boy's phone. "Cool. We should hang out sometime. Anyway, gotta get back to work." It was only then that she noticed the reflective safety vest worn over his black hoodie.
Just as Derek walked away, Jaime found her daughter standing in the makeup aisle. "Honey," she called out to her daughter. The familiar tone breaking Faith's awestruck trance. Faith suddenly remembered that her phone was still in the car while the digital invitation waited for her return.
"Mom!" Faith's eyes widened. "Keys!!!"
Jaime looked confused, "I'm not done shopping..." Before she could finish her sentence, Faith rummaged through her mother's purse, practically pushing her aside, and retrieved the keys then ran toward the exit.
"I'll be in the car!" Faith's slippers smacked against the epoxy flooring as she ran toward the exit. Jaime couldn't catch up to her daughter, even if she wanted.
Not wanting to keep her daughter waiting too long, Jaime took out her phone to check the time. 'Shit,' she thought to herself, noticing that the store would close in 10 minutes. She quickened her pace through the aisles, hastily grabbing the brands that their family had consumed for the past 20-plus years.
*****
Derek leaned against the brick wall, smoking a cigarette as he stared out at the vacant parking lot littered with shopping carts. The rain was getting worse as he contemplated just quitting right then. "Derek..." the sound of an older man came from his pocket. "Derek!!!" the old man yells over the radio as Derek reached into his pocket, securing the cigarette between his lips.
"Yeah?"
"Are you still not done with the carts?"
He exhaled a puff of smoke before pressing the push to talk button on the radio, "Still working on it."
"Jesus fucking christ. It's been two hours. Fuck it. Come inside and get this lady out. We need to close first. She just knocked over the fucking oranges. What the fuck is wrong with these people? Why do they always do this shit right before we're about to close?" His supervisor bitched. No one could go home until the customers were out. With a pissed and annoyed face, Derek walked back inside the store.
Only Derek, the lady, and the supervisor remained in the store. Derek's supervisor was preparing the back for night stockers and possible deliveries. The self checkout was unmanned, letting anyone easily walk out with a cart full of groceries without paying. As Derek turned the corner to the produce aisles, there was the woman bent over wearing black leggings. The woman heard Derek's footsteps and turned around while still gathering the oranges she accidentally spilled.
"I'm so sorry," Jaime scrambled to pick up the oranges off the floor.
Derek froze. 'God, she's fucking gorgeous!' he thought to himself, seeing the curvaceous MILF bent over in front of him. His cock twinged thinking about fucking her from behind. She had wide hips, shoulder-length brown hair, with a plump ass. He had to restrain himself from reaching out and grabbing her ass. Snapping out of his lustfilled coma, he dashed to her side to lend a hand with the oranges that had dropped. "Don't worry about it. Did you need help with anything else?"
He wished she would look at him, but she was busy collecting oranges. "God, I swear I don't normally do this. I know you guys are closing soon, so I apologize again." Derek followed the woman's lead and focused on picking up the oranges. Jaime made sure to look Derek in the eyes when thanking him: "Thank you so much for your help."
Derek's initial assessment of her beauty was accurate. She had thick hair, a soft smile with big brown eyes, a small but portioned nose. He was falling in love with each passing second. Jaime stared back, smiling, causing him to find even more beauty in her cheerful demeanor. Jaime pushed the bangs out of her eyes, "Do I have something on my face?"
Derek shook his head. "No, ma'am. You're just gorgeous."
Jaime smirked and covered her mouth while letting out a giggle. "Thank you, young man." Her tone softened from their initial formality. As she laughed, Derek noticed her impressive rack forcing her shirt forward, causing a couple of inches of exposure to her midsection. "I think I have everything that I need, so I'll be checking out."
"I'll walk you over. Our self checkout just went down," Derek lied. During the checkout process, Derek took his sweet time acting ignorant. He entered item codes manually, while also flirting with Jaime. Jaime was not annoyed; she was sorry for arriving so close to closing time.
As Derek scanned the last item on the checkout belt, he paused and gave Jaime her total. "So, you think I can get your number?"Jaime hardly reacted to his question, knowing this was where his flirting would ultimately lead. She looked through her purse for her credit card while responding, "You're a sweet boy, Derek, but I don't think my husband would appreciate that." Jaime handed the tall young man her credit card, still smirking to keep the mood light.
But what Jaime thought would be the nail in the coffin, as it normally was when she brought up her husband to horny solicitors, Derek persisted, "Why don't you call him and ask?" Derek ran her credit card and then handed it back to her.
Jaime felt appalled that he would even suggest it, but as she observed his eyes, she could sense his sincerity. "Wow," she chuckled, "you're serious, aren't you? I'm probably old enough to be your mother."
"What's wrong with me wanting to get to know the most gorgeous woman in the world? So, are you going to ask him?" Derek started bagging the groceries one item at a time while keeping eye contact with the MILF bombshell.
Jaime scoffed at his cockiness. "My husband's a very busy man. And to be honest, he and I are too old for games like this."
"If you're scared, I can call him for you. What's his number?" Derek pulled out his phone.
"You have no idea who you're messing with, mister," Jaime clearly and slowly reveals her husband's cell phone number. 'Surely he won't go that far,' Jaime thought to herself. Even when Derek took out his phone and started entering the digits into his phone, she thought he was bluffing, besides Steven was probably asleep by now.
Derek put his phone against his ear while the phone rang. Jaime crossed her arms, believing that Derek would hang up the second he heard her husband's voice. A familiar voice answered, sounding a bit tired. "Hello? Is this Mr. Webster?"Jaime couldn't hear the man's words, but she believed it was her husband on the line. "My name's Derek and I was wondering if..." Jaime snatched Derek's phone out of his hand, aggressively ending the call. She looked through the phone at the call log and her face turned white when she saw her husband's phone number. Looking back, Jaime cannot precisely remember the reason why she shared her husband's real number with this stranger.
Derek stood in front of her unphased as she clenched his phone in her hand. "You're absolutely insane." She went back to his phone, deleting her husband's phone number from his call history, and then handed his phone back to him.
"So, does that mean I get your number?" Derek grinned.
"It was a no before and it's a no now." Jaime loaded the bags into her cart and started walking toward the store exit.
