Chapter 2: Grocery Store Husbands

One thing you can count on when you go to a grocery stores - there will be at least one bored-out-his-mind husband walking stoically his wife, drooped over the cart as he trudges behind his wife. Obviously he’s wishing he were somewhere else, anywhere else but this hell posing as a store. Well, for naughty girls like me such guys are like shooting fish in a barrel when it comes to teasing.

When I see one of these sad men I wonder if when he is checking out the young girls in the store if he is recalling his teenage days when he would be groping his future wife in the back seat of his parent’s car. When he eventually married her I’m sure they had a great sex life but then over the years that sexy teenage girl slowly evolved into the frumpy middle-aged woman he’s now following like a whipped puppy. Is he looking at girls like me now and secretly longing for those years when he had so many wasted opportunities? One look at his wife and it’s easy to see why he might be thinking such things. Why is it that so many women no longer seem to care about themselves after the third child and years of housekeeping? Without hardly realizing it she’s been steadily gaining weight until she’s now literally twice the girl he’d married. What was once daily sex is now maybe once a week, or even less leaving masturbation as his primary, if not ONLY, outlet for relieving his sexual frustrations. If she’s like what most husbands have told me about their wives then she hasn’t sucked his cock in years. Sex is limited to the missionary position and only in bed with the lights out.