Some Good Samaritan rolled up to see if we were having trouble. He got an eye-full, tooted his horn, waved, and drove away.
“Fuck, Reg,” my lover cooed.
Traffic moved all around us but I was focused on my wife’s tight little ass – and the even tighter pussy that was rippling and roiling as I continued to plow into her chaotic channel.
“Fuck, Kasey!” I groaned – before going back to grunting as I pounded and pounded into her.
At that point, I was about to rip the wheels off of the cart. Those things are not made for that much back & forth – and the damned tires kept trying to spin around. I was grunting and groaning. I wasn’t sure how comfortable the cart was for Kasey but she was hanging on without complaint so I didn’t bother to ask. Her pussy was at the perfect height – and I was just jackhammering her onto my cock as fast as I could get those little wheels to change directions.
Her vocal feedback was getting loader and I knew she was getting close.
“Reg,” she warned me, moaning. “It’s coming. It’s gonna be a geyser.”
The thought of her pussy squirting all over me, the shopping cart, and the ground had me in dangerous territory. I was pretty sure mine was gonna be an eruption as well.
“Fuck, Kase!” I growled.
“Fuck me, Reg. Fuck me! Oh, fuck! It’s aaaahh!”
Kasey came so hard I actually heard it spray – like the nozzle on a garden hose. My balls & legs got their usual splash-zone treatment – but then there were droplets flying off of the cart as I continued pumping my penis into my beautiful wife’s sloppy clenching cunt.
I pulled the cart towards me one last time, pushed up – into her – as far as I could go, and unloaded both barrels on my double-barreled snot-gun. (I know what you’re thinking. It only has one barrel. It’s got two magazines, though, and I’m pretty sure I emptied both of them at the same time.)
“Fuck, Kase!” I groaned.
When I finally quit cumming, I let go of the cart, pinched her sexy ass, stepped back, and pulled up my boxers & pants. I was a soggy mess but I’d deal with that when I got home.
“I can’t move, Reg. You’re gonna have to get me down,” she called to me.
I snuck around, peeked at her face, and kissed her cheek.
“I’m serious, Reg,” she growled at me.
I pried her fingers loose from the sides of the shopping cart, found some drive-thru napkins to clean her up, and helped her into her seat.
“Hey,” I hollered back through the open door, laughing, as I grabbed the last grocery bag. “What do I do with this ice cream? It’s a little soft.”
~~~
When Kelsey got home, her daughter showed her the shopping cart grid-marks that were still on the fronts of her legs from our grocery-getter rendezvous.
~~~ Tuesday ~~~
When I got off, after my shift at Pop’s, I was beat. I had an hour’s worth of homework still to do and I was already cross-eyed.
I walked into the front room to find my two lovers sitting side-by-side on the couch. They each had shit-eating grins on their faces. (I’ve never understood that idiom, by the way.) I had no clue what they were up to but – obviously – it involved my personage.
“We came up with a new game,” my younger wife informed me.
“A sex game, obviously,” her mother clarified.
“I call it ‘Random Fuckery’,” Kasey continued, smiling.
“We tried randomizing which of us went next but neither of us wants to leave that to chance,” Kelsey stated.
“Since I got fucked in the grocery store parking lot,” Kasey went on.
“I’m first,” Kelsey reported, smugly.
“We were going to add costumes & roleplay but there were too many variables and it didn’t seem to add that much to the fun,” Kasey continued.
“We’ve boiled it down to location,” her mother explained.
“We each wrote the names of six places on sheets of paper,” the cheerleader said.
“… and you need to draw one out,” the teacher finished.
“No spreadsheet?” I asked, adding an overly-dramatic wrinkled eyebrow.
Neither of them took the bait.
Kasey held up a frilly-looking draw-string bag that I thought I remembered from the wedding or something. The mouth of the thing was open. I reached inside, flipped through several folded up pieces of paper, and drew one out.
“Read it!” they both said, at the same time.
I unfolded the paper and read, “Driver’s Ed Car”.
“Shit!” Kasey moaned. “That was mine!”
“I’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” my second wife reported glumly. “There’s a camera back there. I’ll need to turn it off. We’ll probably have to wait until after dark – to make sure Mr. Jenkins is gone for the night.”
“Draw mine! Draw mine!” Kasey yelled, bouncing up & down.
Her mother said, “You’ll have to wait…”
“I know, I know. I just want to know what it is,” she replied.
I reached into the bag, once more. I stopped. I stared at their faces. I didn’t move my hand. I wasn’t sure either of them was breathing. I waited and waited…
Finally Kasey couldn’t take it anymore and screamed, “Come on, cockblocker! Pull one out!”
I thought about tormenting her a little longer but her mother was starting to look violent as well. I twirled my fingers through the contents and pulled out, “Grandma William’s back yard.”
My former Science teacher started laughing so hard she nearly fell off of the couch.
I looked over at her daughter. She was quietly focused. She looked like RJ the Raccoon in “Over the Hedge”. Her brain was mapping out the obstacles and developing a strategy.
“You’re not seriously…” her mother started to say, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“It’s fucking perfect. I just need to work out some details,” Kasey said, quietly.
“You’ll end up in jail. Naked,” her mother warned.
Her daughter’s communication channels had shut down. She was developing potential postulates, running them through her mental modeler, and discarding any theorems that did not survive.
I handed the bag back to Kelsey and went to do my homework.
~~~ Wednesday ~~~
Attend classes, mow & trim three yards, shower, do laundry, do homework, and do more homework. Kasey came in, gave me a hug & a kiss, and joined me at the dining room table.
“I threw the recorder-glasses on the charger,” I told her.
“Why?”
“I figure your mom is gonna want proof that we didn’t cheat,” I replied.
She thought about it a minute and nodded.
“I also thought it might be fun to watch later,” I added, grinning.
“Yeah. If we don’t get caught,” she said, laughing.
Kelsey was late. When she came in, we figured out why. She had stopped at Gas Station Sushi on the way home. SOMEBODY had resorted to bribing me – in order to get an extra special helping of Yum Yum Sauce – and it just might work!
We ate our food (she had gotten me extra Crab Rangoons!) and finished our homework.
Once it was dark, Kelsey and I headed for my car. I grabbed duct tape and baby wipes on the way out of the house.