If you're new to this series, you can read the chapters in any order you like but there will be some through lines if that's your thing. But you might want to go back and give the short prologue a read. Enjoy!
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Mary-Kate Lane has it all. Ten years ago she opened a little sandwich shop with hardly any money in her pocket and half a degree from culinary school. Today, she and her husband John own five locations in New York state. It's a total success story. And most perfect of all, it's the exact level of success Mary-Kate wished for.
She owned her own house. She and John constantly threw house parties: wholesome summer pool parties, debaucherous New Years bashes, wine tastings, cooking parties, political debate watching parties. Mary-Kate loved to host and loved to be a fixture in the community.
And a fixture she was. Beloved by the entire town, everyone knew Mary-Kate Lane. She babysat, she worked at the food pantry, she played guitar and sang at the local coffee shop's open-mic night. She seemed to be able to do it all. Everyone in town knew she was a good woman with a good life.
She smiled.
"What are you smiling at, hon?" came a voice next to her.
Mary-Kate shook herself from her daydream and the world came flooding back. There was her supportive, loving, handsome husband, John. He'd been behind her since the beginning. They strolled side-to-side behind one cart in the grocery store, so strong was there bond that they seemed to move as if joined at the heart.
"Nothing," Mary-Kate replied. "I was just thinking about how happy I am right now."
John let out a snort-laugh. "At the grocery store?"
"Mm hm," Mary-Kate giggled. "Even at the grocery store. I'm so at peace. I'm so darn zen that I can love my life, my husband, and my career while lugging a broken shopping cart around a crowded supermarket on a holiday weekend."
"Wow," John awed. "I'm impressed. You must be pretty darn zen."
As Mary-Kate lifted an eyebrow at her husband as if to say, "Damn straight," John took in the total picture of his wife.
She pulls off something that not a lot of women can. She was so unbelievably, otherworldly beautiful and sexy and yet still managed to seem like a normal person. How do some women do that? They couldn't be more out of your league and yet seem to be just within in your reach.
Her style was a successful modern take on the 50s housewife look. She wore a short green dress that clung to her breathtaking curves with eye-drawing buttons running all the way down the front. It was perfectly cute-but-sexy. Her outfit and her figure— plus her natural brunette hair in a well coifed up-do and her deep red lipstick— were quite distracting to many of the shoppers.
She was John's and he was her's.
He couldn't believe is luck. He'd married an angel. Now it was John's turn to drift off into a daydream. He couldn't wait until they got home so he could slowly and sensually pull her clothes off on their kingsize bed. Couldn't wait until he could feel the pleasure of making love with his angel. The joy of running his hands over her perfectly toned butt or putting his lips on her D-cup breasts.
John said, "What do you say we bring home a bottle of Yellowtail and cuddle up with a little 'Outlander' when we get back?" But when he turned he saw he was speaking to no one.
John looked behind at Mary-Kate and saw she had stopped walking a few feet back in the wine aisle. She stared dead ahead just over John's shoulder with an impenetrable look on her face. Shocked... but not alarmed, scared, or angry. Just the look you get when you miss a breath and have to catch it. John turned to see what had caught his wife so off guard and there stood a man.
The man's gaze was locked on Mary-Kate. 'Hungrily' was the word that darted through John's mind. "Mary Kate? Who is this guy?"
Mary-Kate's brain was racing a mile a minute. Her heart felt as though it was slamming out of her chest. She hadn't expected her adrenaline to spike so high the day her Prince came to collect his debt. Of COURSE over the years she'd wondered in what form he would appear and where. She never dared to dream up anything like this.
She knew one day the Devil would return and, in exchange for all her success and happiness, demand anything he wanted from her sexually. She had always imagined it happening in a private bedroom or perhaps some sort of black void between reality. And yet, here the day had come and her Prince was standing before her...
...in the middle of a crowded supermarket on a holiday weekend.
Mary-Kate knew it was him the millisecond she saw him, though he didn't look the same as he had ten years ago. Back then, he always wore a suit, seemed to be about 40 years of age, gray on the sides of his hair, and had eyes the color of ocean green. He still had those eyes now, but everything else about him was different.
Now before her stood a cocky looking 25 year old with messy dark black hair and a lithe but muscular frame. He was dressed simply: black shoes, black jeans, and a plain grey t-shirt. He was running his eyes up and down Mary-Kate's sexy fucking thighs, full tits, and her curvy ass shaped like and upside down heart.
His confident, lusting gaze stirred her from the inside. Heat between her legs. A hand absentmindedly reached up to her chest and began rubbing itself back and forth.
"Mary-Kate?" John said again. He was starting to freak the fuck out. What was going on?
"Tell him who I am Mary-Kate," said the young man.
"John this is—" but she cut herself off. She didn't even know where to start.
"Or don't," said the man with a cruel snicker.
"It'll be easier if I don't explain," Mary-Kate eventually said.
"WHAT will be easier?" barked John, nearing hysterics.
The man cut John off. "Mary-Kate?"
"Yes, Mr. Prince."
"Take off your dress."
John stopped breathing and a faint ringing started behind his ear drums. He choked out, "What...?" before he saw Mary-Kate moving out of the corner of his eye. He whipped his head around to see his wife lift her hands and begin to undo the top button on her cute little dress. John was completely frozen to the spot.
Mary-Kate undid button after button all the way down until her entire little housewife outfit was completely open. She clocked that other customers in the aisle were stealing glances at her, extremely puzzled. It didn't slow her down for a second.
She cast the dress of her body in one flourish. Now everyone in the aisle was staring a John's wife. Her thick ass and huge breasts straining against simple white cotton panties and a pristine white bra. John (and presumably the customers) could see an obvious and growing wet stain on her panties.
"Put your clothes back on! We are in public!" hissed John.
"Why don't you do something about it, John?" said the mysterious man in the grey t-shirt.
"I can't. I won't! I don't want to," said John, but that didn't seem right. He intensely hated seeing his wife stripped to her underwear in the middle of the crowded grocery store. And yet the idea of covering her up himself or getting her out of here was simply not an option. It was unthinkable. Why was it unthinkable?
Mary-Kate was so aroused her brain was in a fog. All that mattered in this moment was doing whatever Mr. Prince said. She wanted what he wanted. FLASH. A fat male customer took a picture of her with his smart phone. "Wait," said Mary-Kate. "Let me get you a better one."
She dropped to her knees, sitting upright as she spread her legs indecently and put one hand into her panties. With her other hand she squeezed her breast. She began obviously and lustfully playing with her pussy for the camera. The fat customer took another one.
"Let me see?" He showed her. "Oh muuuuuch better, no? You gonna take that picture home and jerk off imagining me riding your fat little cock? Hm?" Mary-Kate rubbed more intensely at her clit. "OOOOOoooo, I'm gonna think of you thinking of me, so you BETTER." She smiled and bit her lip at him before removing her fingers from her pussy and jamming them into her mouth.
John's mind was blank and his dick was harder than it had ever been in his life. He felt like his brain had an error like you get on your laptop because it couldn't read a file. This woman looked like and sounded like his innocent, loving wife but her actions... she was acting like a prostitute who'd been paid up for the whole night.
"Mary-Kate?"
Mary-Kate slurped indecently as she finished licking her pussy juices off her fingers. "Yes, Mr. Prince?" she replied adorably.
"Crawl to me."
"I'd love to, Master." With that, Mary-Kate dropped herself down to all fours and crawled with the panther-like, writhing body moves of a professional pornstar. From her place on the dirty ground, Mary-Kate let her eyes sway back and forth. She saw now that more people had stumbled across this aisle.
No one moved to help her, no one stopped to ask if this was wrong, no one called the police. She didn't want them too. The idea of stopping now was unthinkable. She WANTED them to cease whatever they were doing and gawk at the insane little slut in aisle 3.
She reached Mr. Prince but knew better than to rise right away. She stayed bent, essentially bowing at his feet. Mr. Prince reached down smacked her delicious, fat ass through the straining material of her now soaking panties. He held onto her ass with a clawed grip and then smacked it three more times in quick, vicious succession.
