Walk of Shame
A little punishment for screwing the guy while we were in Minneapolis
My wife walked to the mailbox cluster today as is the case most days. What was different?
Her age inappropriate attire. She last wore the cut-off jean shorts more than twenty years
ago, and she'd only worn them on one occasion outside the house. Not with me, but with our
son. He was in his first year of college.
My son made the alterations to a pair of her very old worn jeans when he was eighteen years
old. They leave at least a third of my wife's ass exposed. The only females who might
wear shorts like this are teenagers, and of course college age sluts.
They barely fit her then, and they are so tight now that she couldn't get the button
snapped. Actually she couldn't even get the zipper all the way up. That worked out just
fine for me. For a top I picked out a long sleeve white blouse that is translucent. In
bright light at say ten to fifteen feet away you'd be able to tell me what color her
nipples were, and that they were bigger than erasers. It couldn't be tucked in so we went
with the tie it under your tits number, and screw the buttons. Four inch red high heels.
Full make up with whore red lipstick.
No panties.
The sun was out, and it was a beautiful day. The temperature? A nipple hardening fifty
degrees. Not really shorts weather let alone braless weather.
I made her take the dog with her so one hand would be full, and he'd occasionally tug on
the leash. The other hand held a plastic bad in case he in dropped a deuce, and I knew he
would because he hadn't been outside to pee or p*o.
"Walk with your shoulders thrown back, and take short steps. If the dog takes a crap don't
bend your knees when you pick it up."
It's about the length of a football field to the cluster. She'd pass directly in front of
about six houses to her left, and an equal number to her right across the street. We do
not live on a through street so there's very little traffic. Too bad I thought.
Not a lot of lawn mowing going on but I waited, and waited until a old dude across the
street started in, and figured that was as good as it was going to get.
"Show time."
She was a bag of mixed emotions. I knew that if I forced my hand down her shorts she'd
probably be wet, but being humiliated in our own neighborhood had to be giving her the
shakes.
The dog almost caused her to drop as soon as they got out the door he needed to whiz so
bad. She waited patiently, and the old dude who had been mowing with his back to her now
was on his way back, and it was easy to tell when he noticed the big breasted bitch from
across the street. He quit mowing, and stared.
It was freaking great. Who dresses like this? I mean outside of street walkers.
His mower had shut off automatically and you could hear her heels click on the sidewalk.
The dog pulled up at a light pole and did his business. Fuck half her ass was exposed as
she collected his love log.
I was disappointed that there wasn't any traffic.
She retrieved the mail which filled the hand carrying the p*o and started back. Now I had
the full frontal, and it was great. Bounce, bounce, bounce went the melons. If her pubic
hair hadn't been trimmed it would have been visible given how far down the zipper was.
Then some gold. A male jogger with a dog heading towards my wife. He'd easily beat her to
our driveway. It was priceless. The dogs wanted to do their sniffing number and he wanted
to do the same thing with the old slut dressed like she was looking to get bred.
He saw her nipples, and bare belly down to the unbuttoned shorts. He said something to my
wife but she kept walking. He stared at her exposed ass cheeks until she was back at our
front door.
My wife found that the glass exterior door was locked, and I stood smiling on the other
side. Her chest was heaving. I truly wanted to heap a little more on, but my cock was
hard, and screwing was now my top priority.
"Do me." Oh the love of my life was so horny.
"What did the guy say to you?"
"He asked me if I was cold."
I tied her spread eagled to our four poster bed after stripping her, and went to work on
her pre-moistened pussy with a vibrator. That first orgasm took all of a minute. I fucked
her face rather roughly for several minutes before reacquainting her swollen lips and clit
with the vibrator. Took longer.
I couldn't hold off anymore and I was in full dominant, pissed off, mode remembering how
she'd cum on the end of the black stud's eight inch cock.
My language reflected that, and I called her every disgusting name in my vocabulary and
that's really quite extensive. She didn't cum, but I wasn't interested in further
satisfying her. I cleaned my happy cock all over her face before leaving her tied to the
bed.
When I heard her begging me untie her because she had to go to the bathroom her "ordeal"
ended. At least for today.
My wife walked to the mailbox cluster today as is the case most days. What was different?
Her age inappropriate attire. She last wore the cut-off jean shorts more than twenty years
ago, and she'd only worn them on one occasion outside the house. Not with me, but with our
son. He was in his first year of college.
My son made the alterations to a pair of her very old worn jeans when he was eighteen years
old. They leave at least a third of my wife's ass exposed. The only females who might
wear shorts like this are teenagers, and of course college age sluts.
They barely fit her then, and they are so tight now that she couldn't get the button
snapped. Actually she couldn't even get the zipper all the way up. That worked out just
fine for me. For a top I picked out a long sleeve white blouse that is translucent. In
bright light at say ten to fifteen feet away you'd be able to tell me what color her
nipples were, and that they were bigger than erasers. It couldn't be tucked in so we went
with the tie it under your tits number, and screw the buttons. Four inch red high heels.
Full make up with whore red lipstick.
No panties.
The sun was out, and it was a beautiful day. The temperature? A nipple hardening fifty
degrees. Not really shorts weather let alone braless weather.
I made her take the dog with her so one hand would be full, and he'd occasionally tug on
the leash. The other hand held a plastic bad in case he in dropped a deuce, and I knew he
would because he hadn't been outside to pee or p*o.
"Walk with your shoulders thrown back, and take short steps. If the dog takes a crap don't
bend your knees when you pick it up."
It's about the length of a football field to the cluster. She'd pass directly in front of
about six houses to her left, and an equal number to her right across the street. We do
not live on a through street so there's very little traffic. Too bad I thought.
Not a lot of lawn mowing going on but I waited, and waited until a old dude across the
street started in, and figured that was as good as it was going to get.
"Show time."
She was a bag of mixed emotions. I knew that if I forced my hand down her shorts she'd
probably be wet, but being humiliated in our own neighborhood had to be giving her the
shakes.
The dog almost caused her to drop as soon as they got out the door he needed to whiz so
bad. She waited patiently, and the old dude who had been mowing with his back to her now
was on his way back, and it was easy to tell when he noticed the big breasted bitch from
across the street. He quit mowing, and stared.
It was freaking great. Who dresses like this? I mean outside of street walkers.
His mower had shut off automatically and you could hear her heels click on the sidewalk.
The dog pulled up at a light pole and did his business. Fuck half her ass was exposed as
she collected his love log.
I was disappointed that there wasn't any traffic.
She retrieved the mail which filled the hand carrying the p*o and started back. Now I had
the full frontal, and it was great. Bounce, bounce, bounce went the melons. If her pubic
hair hadn't been trimmed it would have been visible given how far down the zipper was.
Then some gold. A male jogger with a dog heading towards my wife. He'd easily beat her to
our driveway. It was priceless. The dogs wanted to do their sniffing number and he wanted
to do the same thing with the old slut dressed like she was looking to get bred.
He saw her nipples, and bare belly down to the unbuttoned shorts. He said something to my
wife but she kept walking. He stared at her exposed ass cheeks until she was back at our
front door.
My wife found that the glass exterior door was locked, and I stood smiling on the other
side. Her chest was heaving. I truly wanted to heap a little more on, but my cock was
hard, and screwing was now my top priority.
"Do me." Oh the love of my life was so horny.
"What did the guy say to you?"
"He asked me if I was cold."
I tied her spread eagled to our four poster bed after stripping her, and went to work on
her pre-moistened pussy with a vibrator. That first orgasm took all of a minute. I fucked
her face rather roughly for several minutes before reacquainting her swollen lips and clit
with the vibrator. Took longer.
I couldn't hold off anymore and I was in full dominant, pissed off, mode remembering how
she'd cum on the end of the black stud's eight inch cock.
My language reflected that, and I called her every disgusting name in my vocabulary and
that's really quite extensive. She didn't cum, but I wasn't interested in further
satisfying her. I cleaned my happy cock all over her face before leaving her tied to the
bed.
When I heard her begging me untie her because she had to go to the bathroom her "ordeal"
ended. At least for today.
10 years ago
