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The Cheating Wives Club

Aria

By Candace Mia

Copyright 2017 Candace Mia

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Aria


Hi. I’m Aria. Thank you for letting me speak here. I promise to keep all your secrets.

I’m a trophy wife of two years now.

I like sex, but it’s not enough. I need something weird and adventurous. I was never really sure what that was.

Well, I was shopping the other day and had to ask a guy who works there where something was.

He was kind of cute. He was probably about my age.

He answered me, but the whole time he was looking at my chest.

I think that would offend a lot of women.

I like it. I mean he was objectifying me, but why shouldn’t he? I mean, he didn’t know me from Adam. To him, I was an object.

And I liked the longing way he was looking at me so much that my nipples hardened.

It was a pretty short interaction. But I didn’t want it to end.

I thought of how much I really wanted him to see my tits.

So I went into the bathroom. I took off my bra and stashed it in my purse. I left my shirt unbuttoned. I tied it at the bottom, though.

I came out and found him again. He was now stocking things on the pet food aisle.

He looked up at me and said, “Oh. Did you find it?” Then he looked down and gave a little moan. It was kind of like he’d not been able to control himself.

My shirt was open. A good part of my tits were in view. But my nipples still weren’t on display. I had goose bumps on the part that was showing.

“Yeah,” I said. “Now I just have to find something for my pussy.”

He gave the moan again. “Can I help you find it?”

I moved my hand to a side of my shirt and opened it just a little more, exposing part of my areola.

He moaned again.

“No,” I said. “I think I can find it.”

“Okay,” he said. He was just standing there, staring.

I loved that. He didn’t seem too concerned about his work or even his job.

“What are you looking at?” I asked.

“Something very pretty,” he said.

I laughed, then brought out the rest of that tit.

“My god!” he said.

“My tit is your god?”

“If you want it to be. I’ll sure enough worship it.”

“Really?” I said. “That’s so sweet.”

At this point, I felt like I had to touch myself. I had on a jean skirt. I put my hand up under it.

“Wow!” he said.

“Are there cameras back here?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. I know the security guy. He’s not going to care.”

“You can touch yourself too if you want.”

“Okay,” he said.

He put his hand on the front of his pants and started to rub. “Can I see more?

I brought up the front of my skirt. Then I moved the crotch of my panties out of the way enough to show what I was massaging.

“Oh yeah,” he said, rubbing himself harder.

With one hand, I bounced an exposed titty. With the other, I continued to pleasure myself.

I knew what would soon happen. I felt the pleasure going out of control. I called out, but not too loud, when I came.

Then he was moaning and his breath got really hard.

I knew he’d cum too.

I situated my clothes. I even buttoned up my shirt.

I left him there and took my stuff to the checkout.

I don’t usually cum when my husband fucks me. I did that night, though. And you know what I was thinking about.

Author Bio


Candace Mia lives on a farm in the Midwest. She spends her days taking care of animals and tending fields. At night, she likes to curl up with a good erotica tale. She has recently decided to try her hand at writing stories of her own. She hopes that you enjoy the products of her wandering mind.



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