Sampling the Produce

Is there any surer sign of affection than going to the grocery store with your significant other for no particular reason? Unless you're some kind of power couple that divides the grocery list in half and splits up, I suppose. But Eliza has the list today, I'm just along for the ride... and maybe some other rides as well. After all, there's new merchandise arriving every day.

"Milk, cabbage, eggs, rice, apples..."

Eliza mutters to herself, working with her phone as we walk across the parking lot. She's wearing a white-and-pink lace bra and nothing else but her fitness tracker from there down to her white tennis shoes. She got a total wax done just a few days ago and has been going full nude each day since to show off her bald vulva as much as possible. She has small inner lips and so she's presenting just a smooth, geometrically perfect slit. I'm similarly naked, minus the bra and the recent wax, but my bush is trimmed up and my member is looking respectably long and plump even limp, at four soft inches.

"Add paper towels," I remind her, "we just used the last of them to clean up in the bathroom."

It had been quite the little mess actually. Just before we left the house, I'd been watching her lean forward to do her makeup in the mirror when her dangling tits triggered me hard and I was fucking her on the edge of the bathroom counter seconds later. Unusually, I'd only come once earlier today, first thing in the morning, so my oversized afternoon release filled her small pussy to its full capacity. Normally we're pretty graceful on the dismount, but we had a moment of poor coordination where my body was the only thing keeping her on the counter and I pulled away too fast. Eliza used both hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she slipped to the floor with legs spread for stability and so my load fell straight out of her and splattered between her feet like a water balloon popping. I almost fucked her again immediately when I saw the adorable girlish pout on her face as she looked down at the wasted treat.

"Right, and we need lube too - you went through a bottle and a half with my mom last week."

I still had sore muscles from the nine days Eliza's mother Meredith had been staying with us. She's a very attractive woman for her mid-sixties age with delicate, even elegant, wrinkles at her eyes and mouth, greying hair that still looks sleek somehow, and breasts that sag perhaps three inches, having been very full earlier in life. And, as happens with age, a much, much drier vagina. Meredith was also an energetic woman with an even higher sex drive than her daughter. Each morning she would wake me up so early that all I could do was lay there like a zombie while she rode me to her completion. During breakfast she'd suck me off under the table or jerk me off onto her plate. And she would still make sure to pull me over to the couch at the last second before I could leave for work. Then she was on me like a vampire again as soon as I was in the door coming home. I'd ended up screwing her four or five times a night in the living room or the kitchen while Eliza would try to spend quality time with her. When Eliza would head to bed Meredith always made sure to get one last, long session before I went as well.

This didn't leave a lot of opportunity for Eliza to use me for her own needs, but Meredith was recently divorced and didn't have close neighbors so Eliza wanted to share as much as possible since her mom had to sort of operate on slim rations most of the time. We're trying to convince her to get on with moving to a more communal situation: retirement communities are notorious orgies, but major life changes take time. Ultimately even Eliza had her limits - after the sixth day of waking up horny on a shaking bed as her mother used up the only cock in the house, Eliza laid down the law: they would alternate first dibs in the mornings, and during the evenings Meredith should go for a walk at prime jogger time before dinner. All was well between us when she left, and now my ass and abs remain stiff from the endless thrusting two thirsty ladies demanded.

"She's quite the lady, your mother," is all I can say and Eliza gives me a sarcastic side eye as she pulls out a shopping cart from the lobby of the store.

For the next few minutes, I'm just following Eliza around the store, watching her tight ass clench as she forces the inevitably wobbly cart through the narrow aisles of the produce section and making idle chatter at her. While I watch her consider various eggplant and cucumber options, another woman shopping next to us reaches down and grabs my soft prick. I eyeball her from head to toe. The stranger has vivid blonde hair and is roughly the same age as us, with a cute face and significant amount of extra weight. Her large, fat tits hang over a fluffy abdomen that isn't quite heavy enough to crease the skin. She's staring at my dick as she squeezes it gently with one hand and with the other rubbing slowly between her own thick pussy lips.

"Hi... are you available right now?" the woman asks, flicking her eyes up from my groin to make contact very briefly.

I close my eyes and savor the feeling of her grip on my prick for a few seconds before responding with a horizontal wiggle of my hand.

"Not quite ready again yet. Maybe in fifteen?"

I catch Eliza looking over at us with a smug smirk as she bags up her selected vegetables.

"Oh, well," Thick Blonde says with a slight sigh as she releases her hold on my only-slightly-stiffened cock. "Maybe I'll run into you again another day."

The woman smiles and pushes her loaded cart towards the registers.

"Am I really all the woman you can handle?" Eliza teases at me as we work the other way around the store.

"You are a lot to deal with, if that's what you mean." I jab back lovingly as we pass through the bakery section, watching two young lovers idly masturbate each other as they struggle to agree on which baked treats to buy. It brings back fond memories of how Eliza and I used to do the same thing as a "date" when we were younger, before rushing back to her parents' house to continue fucking like rabbits. Come to think of it, I got used a ton by her mom back then too.

There's a decent line at the deli counter and apparently only one girl working the department. Quickly bored while we wait, Eliza tries the same move on me that the fat blonde did and gets the same indifferent response. The man ahead of us in line, sensing his opportunity taps her shoulder and nods at his small, but already rock hard erection. My wife happily drops into a squat and gives her new friend a somewhat rushed combination blow- and hand-job while she fingers herself aggressively. The gentleman's stamina lasts long enough that he eventually has to place his order with the deli associate over my wife's bobbing head and I note proudly that the employee had to try three times to get his attention over Eliza's skill. A minute later, he suddenly grabs her head tightly against his crotch and shudders his cum into her mouth. Entranced, I watch Eliza's fingers attack her clit during these precious seconds and spot a tiny squirt of fluid spray from her pussy onto the floor between them.

When I look up, the overworked associate is looking at me with a mildly exasperated expression, already waiting for our order. Being fully aware that my wife's mouth is full of semen that she is still savoring, I grab my phone from our cart and rush to get the shopping list app opened, turning and giving the people behind us an apologetic look. The first of which is an elderly couple that both just smile kindly at me. Before I turn back I notice that the man has his hand all the way up the back of his wife's skirt, which relieves my embarrassment somewhat.

Cum swallowed, clit appeased, and with meats and cheeses in the cart, Eliza leisurely strolls us through the various dry goods aisles. Before long, my refraction has fully elapsed and Eliza's naked, swaying butt becomes more and more impossible for me to ignore as she bends and reaches for various products on the shelves. By the time we turn into the snack aisle my prick is completely hard and dripping precum here and there onto the tile floor as I walk behind her. I am seconds away from stopping Eliza to get some relief when we pass an exciting new offering.

A pale, thin brunette woman probably in her mid-20's and bottomless in a sports bra is scrutinizing the various brands of tortilla chips directly next to me. I stop and watch her bend down to check the lower shelves; time stops as I watch her small ass split apart revealing a pale pink anus. Her outer pussy lips match her thin frame, not having enough fat in them to close together in this position. From between the open diamond of her upper thighs I can see straight between her long, hanging inner labia into her open cunt. It takes an incredible effort of will not to insert myself into that beckoning hole instantly. Instead, I move up beside her as she's straightening up.

"Excuse me, can I use you for a moment?" I ask, catching her eye with obvious strain in my voice.

A heartbreakingly pretty face framed in long, straight brown hair turns a pointed chin and petite nose towards me and time stops again. I'm distracted enough by her face to actually forget for a split second that I'm ravenously horny. Then her neutral look breaks into a wide, genuine smile.

"Oh, yeah, absolutely, go ahead!" The words bubble out of her in a girlish rush.

The girl puts her hand basket down on the ground and braces herself against the shelves with both hands slightly bent over as I move around behind her. As I move I see Eliza paused halfway down the aisle, one arm resting on the cart, hips cocked as she waits for me to notice her waiting. When I meet her eyes, she rolls them with massive exaggeration, then smiles, blows me a kiss and turns back to continue shopping.

"Pussy or ass, I should be good to go either way" Stunning Brunette says over her shoulder as I line my glans up in her opening. "I'm Emma, by the way."

I give her my name and my cock simultaneously in response. She's wet enough to slide smoothly in to the hilt, and I can feel the firm dimple of her cervix pushing back on the very tip of my dick.

"Mmm, that's really nice. You're kind of the perfect length for me," Emma giggles.

My hands tighten up on her bony hips and I rapidly ramp up to a hard pounding that she seems to appreciate, giving me small moans on every other stroke. Minutes whip by in bliss as I focus on admiring her swaying hair, toned back and the hint of her side ribs in a vain attempt to delay my quickly building orgasm. As we screw in the middle of the snack aisle customer after customer has to reach over or under Emma's swaying chest to grab their bag of tortilla chips. A tiny fragment of my mind realizes we're blocking one of the highest traffic product segments in the store, but there is absolutely no way I am stopping to move.

Verging on my climax, I start pounding harder and slower as my cock reaches maximum sensitivity and I feel like I can sense every fold of her anatomy along my length. Emma clearly notices this change.

"Finish in my ass, please." She says quietly between soft whimpers.

Hearing this very nearly pushes me over the edge, but I manage to pull out at the end of the next stroke and slide right back in two inches higher. Her beautiful pale asshole opens up for me as effortlessly as the store's automatic doors. Emma's ass is, while still much tighter than any pussy, one of the loosest I've ever experienced, suggesting that she is a very, very anally experienced girl. Because of this and the travel time between her two holes, I manage to get in another ten solid strokes before I release into her colon. It takes quite a while to pump out more than a dozen spurts of jizz; Emma shivers and coos at me as she feels the slow pulses fill her rear cavity. When I'm completely finished, she smoothly pushes me out of her body using her bowel muscles. Standing up with her basket in hard, she goes up on tiptoe to give me a kiss on the cheek then grabs a bag of the chips she was investigating, now seemingly without any concern for the selection process.

"Thanks for switching; we wouldn't want to cause any slip hazards with a dripping vag now would we?" She winks as she says this and then she's gone down the aisle with a slight bounce in her step.

In a daze, I wander down the aisle to the checkout area and spot Eliza in line at a register.

"Did you have fun?" my wife asks as I walk up.

"Very much so," I reply, unable to stop myself from grinning.

"You really have a thing for us pale brunettes, don't you," she says, starting to unload the cart's content onto the conveyor belt. "Is she a 'New and Improved' me?"

Eliza arches an eyebrow at me; I arch one right back at her. We hold it for a second and then both laugh. We're in our early 40s but neither of is sensitive about it. Yet, anyway.

"Well, you know... one of my favorite parts of coming to the store with you is getting to try all the new treats you won't bring home without me."

As I say this, I turn and look over the divider into the next register's lane. Emma is standing there, looking directly up at me with a serious face on. Eliza and I had not been quiet just now and I realize she's heard everything. A beat passes, then she breaks into another amazing smile:

"Sir, if you enjoyed your free sample, perhaps you would consider taking this box home to share with your lovely wife?"