There's only one thing that my wife Paula enjoys more than shopping, and that's shopping for a bargain. Auctions, sale grounds or promotions; she's always first in line with a wad of notes ready to buy! Fortunately, I'm not a poor man, and so indulging Paula in her little obsession is easy and to be fair, her usual purchases - mainly clothes and shoes - are extremely stylish. Paula has a great dress sense and enjoys wearing sexy clothes that compliment her figure. Although she only stands 5 ft 4 in her stockinged feet, she has beautiful flowing black hair typical of her native Italy and a fiery temperament to match. I usually manage to avoid accompanying her on these bargain hunting excursions, and simply reap the benefits of her purchases later, but on this occasion I was not so lucky - or maybe I was, it depends on your point of view!
It was a typical August Saturday afternoon; hot and sultry with the pervading sense of laziness that usually accompanies that sort of weather. My chores almost finished, I was looking forward to settling in front of the TV with a beer to watch a football game.
"Hey, look at this, Dave!" Paula shouted as she ran into the garden brandishing the local paper. "There's a huge sale at Heal's Store in Ratcliffe!"
I groaned inwardly. One of Paula's few failings is that she doesn't drive and Ratcliffe was over ten miles away - guess who would have to drive her there!
"But the football!" I pleaded, "it's a big game!"
It was useless, I knew. Once Paula started snuggling up to me and nibbling my ear and neck, the subtle scent of her perfume flitting around my nostrils, I was an easy touch!
"Please, Dave," she murmured into my ear, "I'll make it worth your while later!"
Her hand dropped to the crotch of my pants and gave me a quick squeeze. I was instantly erect and completely at her mercy. My hand crept out and felt the swell of her firm breast through the thin material of her t-shirt - she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Uh, uh! Down boy! You'll have to wait until later, the sale starts in an hour!"
So, that was it. Thirty minutes later, and still with a hard-on I could have used as a club, I found myself behind the wheel of my Jaguar heading towards Ratcliffe. In anticipation of a bargain, Paula is always excited. Today was no exception and she fidgeted in her seat, played with the radio and talked constantly until we arrived at the sale ground.
"Come with me!" Announced Paula as she swung her long, sexy legs out of the car. "You can help me carry what I buy."
Dejectedly and with hands thrust deep into pockets, I followed her inside.
The store had decided to hold the sale in a large hall adjacent to the main shop. As I entered, slightly behind my wife, I looked around. The room was like a vast aircraft hanger with tables and stalls set out in a haphazard fashion all displaying their wares. It was hot and crowded with shoppers, the large ceiling fans doing little to allay the stifling temperature. In general, people were not wearing much, but Paula being Paula hadn't even changed out of her house clothes. She wore the same t-shirt (still bra-less, I could see) and a pair of cut-off jeans that barely covered the swell of her buttocks. I knew that she rarely wore underwear around the house and doubted if she wore any now.
With me in tow, Paula began to scope out the stalls and tables, moving swiftly to avoid the competition, picking up a skirt here or a blouse there. I tried to keep up with her, but my wife is a professional shopper and I was quickly left behind losing her in the throng of customers that swarmed around the room like bees. Eventually I found a stall that sold coffee - much more my style - and, purchasing a Styrofoam cup of hot, brown liquid, I lit a Marlboro and decided to wait.
I was on to my second cigarette when I heard my wife's voice. Her shout was so loud that I heard it from way across the other side of the hall. She was angry with somebody, that much was certain but from where I was, I couldn't see who. I decided to investigate and, dropping the cup of coffee-like substance into the trash, I made my way over to the other side of the room to where Paula's voice had come from.
The far side of the room seemed to house all the stalls that sold designer clothes and foot-ware. I guessed this would be where I would find Paula. As I thought, I could hear her voice before I could see her.
"Take your hands off that, you bitch! I saw it first!"
Obviously an argument over an item of clothing, I thought. Quite a crowd had gathered around my wife and her counterpart and it was difficult to see what was happening. The raised voices I had heard had turned into screams of anger from my wife and the other woman. I knew that it wouldn't be too long before Paula's fiery temper got the better of her and the fists started to fly.
I wasn't wrong. As I managed to push my way through the mass of people that had gathered, I was just in time to see Paula's open hand lash out and strike the other woman's face. For a moment, all was quiet. It was as if the slim blonde couldn't quite work out what had happened, she simply stood there looking at Paula with a confused expression and a red hand print creeping over her face. Then, all of a sudden, the truth seemed to hit her.
"You fucking little bitch!" she screamed, "you're not getting away with that!"
And then all hell broke loose. Both women were pulling at each others hair and screaming obscenities as the blouse they had been arguing about dropped, forgotten to the floor. I guess I should have tried to stop the fight, but to be honest, with the crowd closing in, I couldn't even get close to them. People were shouting and cheering the women on as a full-blown cat-fight ensued. I heard a tearing sound and looked at the blonde woman to see the light blouse she wore rip down the middle under Paula's strong grip. She had on a white, lace bra that still remained intact but somehow got pushed up in the struggle to reveal a small, pert titty. Paula saw the exposed flesh as well and instinctively knew where to attack next.
"Owwww...get your fucking hands off my tits, you lezzie!" the blonde cried as Paula's fingers pinched her nipple cruelly.
This pain seemed to spur the blonde into further action and within a few seconds my wife's t-shirt was ripped from her body leaving her naked from the waist upwards. But Paula was much smaller than her assailant and, slowly but surely, I could see that the blonde was getting the upper hand in the fight. Paula was still holding onto the woman's breast for all she was worth, but as they both tumbled to the floor it became obvious that my wife was losing. With a surge of effort the blonde managed to pin Paula to the floor and, with her knees on either side of her body, sat astride her.
"This will teach you, you little slut!" she said, laughing at my helpless, semi-nude wife.
"Get off me you bitch, you fucking whore!"
Ignoring Paula's insulting diatribe, the larger woman slapped my wife's left breast with an open hand. The crowd were still cheering as the tit-flesh trembled and began to turn pink under the attack. Paula struggled hard but, try as she might, she couldn't shift the weight of the woman atop her body.
"Call me a fucking whore, would you?" the blonde continued, "well, lets find out how pure you are, slut!"
With one swift movement, she reached down and ripped the front of Paula's shorts. The material seemed to tear easily away under her ministrations. Along with the crowd I gasped out when I realised that I had been correct - Paula had come out without any underwear on! The blonde's hand went straight to my wife's pussy and roughly forced two fingers into her.
"I think it's you that is the whore, honey. Only a real tramp would come out without panties on!" She said as she brutally pumped her fingers into my wife's snatch.
Paula was still struggling, but the odd moan and whimper that escaped her lips and the drops of moisture that had formed on her labia told a different story - it was becoming obvious that she was actually enjoying the assault! Soon the moans turned into gasps and the whimpers were replaced by sighs of contentment as she continued to get her pussy fingered. Everyone could see that her nipples had stiffened visibly and that there was an excited flush to her facial complexion.
