I'd often wondered what it might be like to be a slut. My life was pretty mundane, and although my husband was a good provider for me and the kids, he was a dud in the sack. For years I had resigned myself to the fact I would never have mind-blowing, wild sex, and had collected quite a number of sex toys that usually came out the morning after my hubby had emptied a load into my pussy after a way too brief fuck.
Anyway, one day I decided to do something wild.
I kissed him goodbye, then dropped the kids at school.
I went back home and changed, putting on a tiny black mini skirt, red heels, a white lycra tank top and way too much makeup.
Then, with my nipples poking clearly through the tight material, I climbed into the car and drove the half hour to the next town, and pulled into the car park of the sex shop where I had bought some of my vibrators!
Climbing out of the car, I adjusted my skirt, then walked nervously inside.
The chubby guy with the glasses behind the counter did a double take as I entered. I guess he doesn't get too many customers like me. I'm 37, still in good shape, blonde, and have a lovely pair of fake boobs, thanks to my husband! I begged him for my 35th birthday and thankfully he said yes, turning my saggy, post breastfeeding 32B's into a pair of gorgeous, high and proud 36D's that I know men ogled whenever they could.
At the time I thought the new tits might have sparked hubby into some new bedroom efforts, but nothing eventuated, and so here I was, entering the sex shop looking for a wild time.
It was still mid morning, but there were three other customers in the shop when I walked through the curtain to the back area where the dvd's and movie booths were.
I walked up and down the aisles a few time, pretending to be looking at dvd's, but also checking out the men who were browsing.
One was wearing a suit, and seemed tidy and respectable. I wondered why his wife wasn't giving him enough sex that he had to visit a place like this.
The second was an older guy, also quite chubby, and he was wearing casual clothes and couldn't take his eyes off me.