Kelly's Diary 038 - Fun in a Grocery Store With My Cousin
Copyright© 2024 by Kelly85
Chapter 4: Teasing a Husband
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4: Teasing a Husband - It seems funny to me that of all my diary entries this is the one people seem to have the hardest time believing. Well, I guess I can understand why but that still doesn't make it any less true. Admittedly it represents what was probably our wildest day at the store but that's why I wrote about it and not some other day. This just goes to show you what happens when two sluts try to outdo one another!
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft/ft True Story Cousins Exhibitionism Masturbation
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.
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