I used to give a fuck but since I hit fifty, I could care less what people think.
Fuck the mundane. Fuck vanilla. Life is what you make it and since I stopped caring, life has stepped right up a notch. Especially our sex life.
I say 'our' sex life but I don't just mean our married sex life but the sex life we have with other men too. Not even the full contact stuff, just me turning them on while Tony watches - he fucking loves that shit!
This one time I was particularly not giving a fuck, we were out shopping. Tony wanted some new jeans and he was wanting to switch his look and go for tight jeans. See how it looked. While I wasn't sure, I came along for the ride. I wanted a mooch around the shops too.
We hit Primark and he found a pair he liked, in his size and went to try them on.
It wasn't until he came out the changing room I saw how well they worked. He still had a fit enough arse to carry them off and it worked for me, fuck did it work for me!
The girl who had been watching the changing rooms had disappeared and I wandered back in with him like it was the most natural thing in the world for a wife to do with her husband. Like I said earlier, I could care less.
You can probably guess I didn't go in to help him fold them back up.
Within seconds, I was back to the wall in the cramped cubicle with just a curtain to hide us, watching in the full length mirror as Tony lifted my dress and pulled my knickers all the way down so I could step out of them out to bury his face in my bushy wet snatch and suck my soaking clit between his lips.
Fully aware of where I was, I couldn't scream or pant but it was impossible to keep it down and before long I saw shoes under the other side of the curtain, another guy who had come in to try something on and must have clicked on.
Was I about to get caught? Was I about to get into trouble?
Hardly. I mean, come one, what would you do if you came across a husband eating his wife out in the changing rooms? Exactly. You wouldn't go and get someone and neither did he.
In fact, he took my dirty knicks from under the curtain and I could hear him moaning as he inhaled from them, the filthy fucker.
Before we knew it there was more than one guy on the other side of the curtain and I thought they were going to pull the curtain back to watch me cum but they behaved and I gushed all over Tony's face holding my breath for all I was worth watching my husband, the greedy fucker, eating my cunt while my dirty knickers were taken and put back by one guy after another from beside my foot.
Only one of them was still there when we pulled the curtain out of the way to leave.
My knickers had gone and fuck knows who had them at this point. Probably this fella, stuffed in his pocket as a souvenir.
He didn't make eye contact with Tony but I gave him a wink and Tony slapped my arse as we made our way back out, asserting his dominance over his wife, establishing I was HIS bitch.
The assistant was back, checking peoples baskets but I made my way past her giving zero fucks.
I rode Tony's cock properly when we got home, with him in his new jeans.
And who knows which one of those guys out there from the changing rooms had ended up with my panties as his trophy, probably shoved hard against there face while they pumped their cock in their fist, thinking about the dirty bitch they had just heard cumming while riding her husband's face in a public changing room.
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