Chapter 4: Teasing a Husband

Just walking in the store was interesting. We passed one family with a wife, husband and two little rug rats. The wife was practically screaming at the brats to stay out of the street while the husband looked up in the air like he was praying for someone to kill him and free him from this purgatory.

As Kristen and I walked by I could see that his eyes were glued to us, looking us over from top to bottom although he must have been a legs and ass man from the way he spent most of the time looking at those. I teasingly wiggled my butt just a bit more to give him a little show. Just then his wife yelled at him to act his age and get going. He looked away quickly and with a sheepish grin quickened his pace to catch up with his overbearing bitch of a wife.

Kristen looked at me and we both burst into laughter. His wife gave us a withering stare and I could see the word “sluts” forming on her lips. Well, that was just fine with me. Heck, If I wasn’t a slut then I wouldn’t be dressed like one and heading into the grocery store to act like one! I wonder what she would have said if she had known that instead of insulting me, I took it as a compliment?

Entering the store, we didn’t bother with a shopping cart. We weren’t going to be buying anything so what was the point? Still holding hands, we went down the end aisle in search of our first horny dad. It didn’t take long as dead ahead was the stereotypical husband shopping with his wife. She was looking over everything and filling the cart as he slowly pushed it behind her. The wife was dressed in some hideous blouse and shorts outfit that looked like they were fresh off the garage sale rack. She must have been a good hundred pounds overweight with heavy boobs that hung low despite the heroic efforts of her bra. Her scraggly hair was pulled back into a bun and I doubt it had seen any shampoo in a few days.

Meanwhile the husband was maybe early to mid-thirties. Unlike his fat wife, he obviously worked out. While he wasn’t in his high school football shape, he wasn’t fat either although there was a hint of a beer belly starting to form. He was wearing faded jeans, white tennis shoes and a polo shirt, nothing exactly stylish.

I couldn’t imagine what it must be like for him to see his wife’s fat ass ahead of him. Was he wondering what happened to the sexy girl he’d married that was now most likely gone forever? Kristen elbowed me and we grinned at each other in silent agreement as we prepared for some fun. Slipping in just ahead of him but behind his wife who had moved further ahead than usual, we waited until she wasn’t looking and then we both bent over to look at something on a lower shelf. Not finding whatever it was we were looking for, we took aim at the top shelf, stretching up on our toes for a better look.

In both case our shorts pulled up into our crotches letting our asses hang out while he got a flash of the underside of our boobs when our T-shirts rode up. Of course we acted as if nothing happened and pretended we didn’t even notice him staring at us. Moving on, we passed his wife who was totally clueless as to the exhibition we had just put on for her husband.

We waited in the next aisle until they appeared. Acting as though we had forgotten something from the first aisle, we walked past them and smiled at him as we giggled like school girls. His eyes followed us while his wife moved on so we had quick kiss. It wasn’t just a peck on the cheek but full on the lips. I didn’t look back as I didn’t want to spook him but I knew he had to be watching us. At the moment though I wasn’t sure what was turning me on more - kissing Kristen or him watching me kiss her.

He was almost TOO easy - his eyes were on us every chance he got except when his fat wife was at the cart. Finally we let him be and moved on before his wife got suspicious of why we were trailing them. Sort of like “catch and release” I guess you could say. Mmmmmmm, I would’ve loved to have seen him when they got home. No doubt he would be heading straight to the bathroom to jerk off, thinking of what it would be like to fuck someone like us again for just one more time in his pathetic life.