Hidden Delights in the Mall

The summer Saturday began like any other, a mundane blend of errands and shopping. Ginger and I decided to venture into the city, an hour’s drive away, for a bit of retail therapy and some necessary tasks. While most men find shopping tedious, Ginger has always made it an enjoyable experience for me. At the mall, I suggested outfits for her that I thought would be perfect for a tropical vacation, envisioning her in some alluring swimwear. Initially, she rolled her eyes and tugged her arm, determined to stick to her shopping list. But as we passed various stores, my mind wandered to her in those skimpy, sexy outfits, and I struggled to keep my hand in my pocket, containing the rising pressure.

As women, they often feel self-conscious when wearing revealing clothing. However, when it comes to dressing up for her husband, Ginger becomes more confident, embracing the allure of a sexy look. Over the years, she's grown more comfortable and confident in wearing provocative attire, both in the bedroom and out in public. While she can certainly be stunning in faded jeans and a hoodie around a campfire, there's an undeniable thrill in putting on a night-long tease, anticipating the pleasure to come. It’s not about the food on the table that night, but rather the anticipation of what’s to follow. After all, much of intimacy lies in the build-up, doesn’t it?

Eventually, I managed to convince her to visit a store filled with enticing, sexy mannequins dressed in revealing clothing. As we browsed, I suggested a few items she might enjoy, and she readily agreed. While waiting for her to try on the clothes, I couldn’t help but notice a pair of black faux-leather shorts that showcased just the curve of her backside. Those shorts were a must-have for my wife; I adore her ass, and those shorts would certainly turn heads.

We picked out a few items, including the shorts, anticipating the perfect moments or vacations when she’d wear them. As we drove home, I proposed reading some MarriageHeat stories to pass the time. We’ve found that sharing these tales and discussing them can be a potent turn-on. Before we knew it, we were both getting hot.

I suggested she take off her bra and shorts, and she gave me a sly smile, agreeing that it would feel good to shed those constricting garments. I watched as she carefully removed her bra from under her tank top, revealing her hard nipples, which were straining to be concealed by the thin fabric. Then, she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs, leaving her bare feet exposed. There she sat on my leather truck seat, fully exposed from the waist down, a sight that ignited my desires, her freshly shaved pussy already glistening in the sunlight, daring me to pull over and indulge in its delectable appearance.

Ginger then suggested that I release my cock from its confines and join her, and I eagerly obliged. It felt exhilarating to finally be free. With one hand on the wheel, I stroked my hard shaft with the other, enjoying the sensation.

Ginger began reading another story, holding the phone in one hand while gently teasing her swelling lips with the other. I can’t recall the exact words of the stories, but I do remember that we were both thoroughly enjoying them, lost in our own fantasies.

About halfway home, we encountered a detour due to a traffic accident. It made us pause and reconsider our actions, wanting to avoid causing further damage. We agreed to proceed cautiously and that I’d maintain a watchful eye on the road. As we approached the detour, I asked Ginger if she wanted to cover up, as a flagman was directing traffic.

“No, that’s too much effort,” she replied with a playful smile. So, we continued slowly, passing the flagman without incident, Ginger remaining fully exposed from the waist down, a tantalizing prospect that further fueled my arousal.

As we neared home, I took a more secluded route, utilizing gravel roads to enhance our privacy. I began playfully teasing Ginger’s tits as she fingered herself, taking pleasure in her response. She bit her lip as I pinched and pulled her hard nipples, and her wet fingers dipped in and out of her pussy, teasing her clit. With one leg up on the dash, she spread her legs, and her other hand reached over to my pre-cum filled cock, slowly stroking it. I tried my best to focus on the road while letting her indulge in her own pleasure.

At one point, Ginger whimpered, saying, "Baby, I could come so easily. Would you mind if I got your truck seat wet? Would you clean up my cum if I got your nice leather seats all wet? Would it bother you if you could still smell me on your way to work on Monday?"

But I told her she couldn't yet, that she could get close but not fully release, and she was getting frustrated. Finally, about a mile from home, we decided to put our clothes back on and compose ourselves before entering our neighborhood. We ran into our house and straight to our master bedroom, determined to keep our surroundings private.

We embraced each other and kissed deeply. Then, helping each other remove our clothing, we piled them on the bathroom floor.

As we continued kissing, Ginger said, "Fuck, baby, I need you in me. Make me cum, make me cum hard. I need to feel that hard cock in my pussy."

She turned around, placed her hands on the vanity, and shoved her ass towards me, wanting me to take her from behind. “Ungh, baby, look at that ass of yours! God, I love your ass!” I exclaimed. My pulsating cock slid into her wet, tight pussy, and I began fucking her from behind, slapping her ass in the process. My hands reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples. “Ah, your pussy feels so good around my cock, babe. I love your pussy!” I exclaimed. I could have cum in seconds, but I pulled out, not wanting it to end too soon. I asked her if she wanted her "Little Jack," a playful reference to her 9-inch, realistic dildo.

She nodded and said, “Yes, baby! Get that big cock in my pussy now!”

I quickly went to our toy bag and retrieved her big toy dick. With her ass still facing me and her wiggling in anticipation, I slowly inserted the long, veiny shaft into her pussy.

She let out a gasp. “Oh, he’s so big! Fuck, that feels amazing!” she cried out.

I knelt behind her and fucked her pussy with Little Jack while my tongue made its way to her ass and began licking and giving her a rim job, circling that tight little rosebud. There was so much sexual lube already that I just worked that around and around her tight asshole.

Now Ginger was going crazy. She said, “Yes, yes. Be a naughty boy and fuck my ass, please!”

Slowly, I pushed and watched her tight ass take my head, little by little. I would push a little, then stop to let her ass ring relax.

“Ohhhhh, ahhh, yes. Slow, slow, babe. Let me take you in my ass slowly. Ungh, baby, fill my ass with your cock. Yes!” she said.

She continued to work Little Jack in and out of her pussy as she was being filled with two cocks, one in each hole. I pushed a little more and was now fully in her ass. Slowly, I began to work in and out of her ass, pulling out and watching her hole pucker for me, then pushing back in as she would gasp again.

The ecstasy was building in both of us. I could feel her legs begin to shake as she pushed her ass back against my cock, matching my thrusts with those of Little Jack fucking her pussy. The frenzy was building, and soon we were both to the point of no return.

“Ugh, I’m coming, I’m coming! Fuck my ass, babe. Fuck it good, ohhhhhh…” And then she came, her body convulsing and shaking as my own body tensed, fighting back its need for release until I couldn’t fight it any longer. With a few last thrusts, I filled Ginger’s ass with my hot cum; release after release, it poured out of me.

As our bodies relaxed and we came down from our high, we stood and held each other, exhausted from the sexual buildup and wonderful release. We hugged, kissed, and agreed that we didn’t see that cumming when we left this morning. But that’s the gift of marriage and marriage heat. We cleaned up and got dressed, exiting our bedroom like nothing even happened, and it was only midafternoon.

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