We rounded the corner and located the array of prophylactics on the shelf. Earl said softly, "We found them."
"I can't hear you, Earl. Speak up!" boomed my soon-to-be lover.
"We are at the display," said Earl nervously.
"What choices do we have?"
Earl thumbed through the boxes as an elderly lady walked past, averting her eyes. Earl stuttered through, "Let's see. Trojan. Ribbed for her enjoyment... or, extra thin... or, heavy duty, won't tear."
"Hmmm, unless you want a little black baby crawling around the house next year, you better get me the heavy duty ones. What quantities do they come in?"
"Threes and twelves." replied Earl.
"Make it a box of twelve, or you will be sent to buy them, every time I come over."
Earl picked out the box and handed to me. Earl asked, "Anything else, Devonne?"
Devonne replied, "No, that is it, from this store. You didn't give them to Maggie to carry for you, like some candy ass, did you?"
I couldn't help but laugh, much to Earl's chagrin. He took the box from me and headed to the checkout. Devonne added, "Don't be using the self checkout either. Your wife will be getting personal service tonight, so you might as well get personal service today."
We waited in the short line until it was our turn. Fortunately for my husband, no one was in line behind us, so I could see relief in his face as he looked around. Just before we moved to the cashier, a white-haired seventy-year-old lady, came Devonne's last instruction. "Tell the cashier that these aren't for you. Tell her why you are buying them."
Earl turned ashen. We moved to the cashier and she asked sweetly, "Did you folks find everything that you needed today?"
Earl handed her the shave cream and razors, the night mask, and then the box of condoms. She stopped and looked up at each of us, her face turning beet red in blush. Earl said, "They're not for me. My wife needs them for someone else. They are way too big for me." I heard his breath escape as he readily admitted that I was seeing someone else with his consent.
The lady gasped audibly. She looked to me in disbelief, and I had to bite my upper lip so as not to burst out laughing. I kind of nodded and smiled demurely, and then placed my hand over my mouth.
She scanned the product and commented, "Well, I guess she needs to be careful," then asked nervously, "Will there be anything else?"
"No," I said, "That's it."
Earl paid and took the items, now concealed in a plastic bag, and we walked back to the car. Devonne spoke up again. "See, not so bad? One more stop to make, and then you can go home. The Stag Shop on Fifth Street. Take me off speaker so I can talk to my girl." Earl punched the button and handed me the phone. While my husband drove to our next stop, Devonne shared a few tidbits of what would happen that evening. I looked down at my leggings and tapped Earl on his thigh. I pointed to the crotch of my form fitting leggings where I sported a very large, wet patch that had soaked through the flimsy fabric.
The Stag Shop is an adult novelty store that, again, we frequented in our early years together. Devonne was back on speaker when we got out of the car. We approached the store, and just as Earl reached for the door handle, it swung open from the inside. We stepped back, and were surprised to see the couple exiting was Kevin and Jackie. Jackie was carrying a black plastic bag.
"Oh, hey Mom. Dad." Earl looked dumbfounded, trying to sort out what was going on."
Earl said, "Hi, son."
Jackie smiled and greeted us as well. "How's Frank?" I asked, smiling.
"He has the girls at his Mom's for the weekend."
"Nice," I replied, "That should give you two lots of time to get your bedroom reno finished!" Jackie flashed a smile and nodded, checking Earl to see if he caught on. He didn't.
Earl, fearing Devonne interrupting us with another command, said, "Well, we should be going. Have fun." Jackie and I kissed cheeks and I whispered, "Go easy on the boy."
Jackie laughed out loud and called back, "No worries. I'll have him home before you know it!"
Once inside, Devonne called out, "Sherry should be working today." With that, a short, rotund twenty-year-old with a purple tinted pixie coif came up and said, "Is that you D?"
"Hi, baby," he answered "Can you take care of Maggie for me? Something black, with hot pink boy shorts?"
"Oh, yeah. I know what you like. I'll take care of her." Sherry guided her long fingers across my backside and said, "You look so much like my Mom. C'mon. This way."
Devonne said, "Maggie, I'll leave you two with Sherry. She definitely knows how to take care of my girls, don't you Sherry?"
"Especially when they look so yummy!' she said, into the phone, but making eye contact with me. The young girl stared into my eyes and pursed her lips, Earl not even taking notice.
"Oh, is your guy locked up? Can I see?" she asked.
Earl went from shame to fright as Devonne announced, "That is up to Maggie. I have to go. Maggie, call me when you get home."
"I will, Devonne. Thank you for this!"
"Anything for my girl," he said, and the call ended. I realized that this was just another part of the game.
"Why not," I said to Sherry, seeing Earl cringe at showing his predicament to a strange, young woman. "Pull your trousers down, baby, Show her what you've got," I commanded. Earl released his belt and unzipped. His thumb hooked his underwear and lowered both garments to his ankles.
Sherry bent over and looked closely at the metal appliance. "Oh, that is SO cute," she offered, reaching out to fondle my husband's package. "That is the Dicklet Model SS, as in Super Small, and it's not too big for him, is it?" Earl's cock twitched as the heavyset girl teased him, cupping his sack with her stubby fingers.
"No," I said, "It's just right." Earl looked to the door of the store, watching for customers.
Her thumb smeared a large droplet of precum across the smooth surface of the cap.
"How long has he had it on?" she said, as if he wasn't in the room.
"Almost a week."
"Oh," she answered sweetly, removing her fingers from the cage. "He will go off like a teenage boy, when you let him out."
I told Earl to pull up his pants, and he quickly complied.
Sherry led us to a display with schoolgirl, dominatrix and nurse costumes. Earl ran his hand along a few pieces of the satin and silk lingerie, trying to stay out of the way, while Sherry took a black patent leather bustier and a matching skirt from a hook.
"Here, this looks about your size," she told me. Sherry led me to a fitting room, and as I tried the items, I wondered if I wasn't too old for the look. The bustier placed the cork-like nipples of my D cups on display, The skirt was so short, that it barely covered my pussy, which was responding with its own version of precum.
I stepped out to show my outfit to Earl, whose wide eyes and smile alleviated my fears. "Mags, you look hot!"
"Do you think Devonne will like it?"I asked, excitedly. My question cut like a knife.
Earl's blood drained from his face. "Yes, I think so."
Sherry moved near and said, "You've got the hem too low," and tugged the skirt higher on my hips. The young girl slid the palm of her right hand down the front of my skirt and hooked her middle finger around the hem, where it found the slippery folds of my labia. "That's perfect," she said, her cool finger penetrating me. Earl stared in amazement of her boldness, and the leather crinkled as she hoisted her fat digit deep into me.
I moaned, and she slowly withdrew from inside me, placing her middle finger to my lips. "Look how wet you are," and the young girl pushed into my mouth. I suckled my juices from her wet finger. When she withdrew her finger, she replaced it with her cherry red lips. Now it was me who was surprised at Sherry's boldness. When she ended our kiss, Sherry offered, "Anytime you want to play without the boys around, call me." She took my phone from my hand and found my contacts app, pressing her cell number and name in the appropriate places.
