The supermarket where you run into an acquaintance

You decide that you want to treat Carrie when she comes back tonight, so you decide to head to a supermarket across town where they stock the best chickens. Her favorite meal is chicken cacciatore, so you want to find the ingredients to make it nice and special for her.

A benefit of your morning sojourn to Mary's and James's house is that you are already close the upscale grocery store that Carrie has raved about so often. It's a quick trip, but you do groan at the sight of a mass of cars spread throughout the parking lot. It serves you right waiting until early Sunday afternoon to go shopping.

You park in the back of the lot, and after walking the length of a football field, you enter through the automatic doors and grab a conveniently placed shopping cart to your right. You figure you might as well get all the food you need for the week while you're here.

You pace through the aisles, and to your chagrin you end up doubling back a couple of times due to your unfamiliarity with the store. You're lost in the artisanal cheese section when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Figuring that it's a helpful store employee that saw you wandering around like a lost puppy, you turn to speak to them.

But to your surprise, it's not an employee. It's Kelsey, who you met what feels like an eternity ago but was actually earlier this past week. The brunette is dressed in casual wear, ideal for heading to an upscale supermarket for errands on a Sunday afternoon. She's wearing a pair of hip hugging jeans that grip to the contours of her ass. Up top, she has a pure white tank top that can't hope to contain her massive H-cup breasts, though her arms are concealed by a beige open front sweater to protect some form of her modesty. Upon seeing your face clearly, Kelsey brightens and greets you.

"John, right? Carrie's boyfriend. We met on Wednesday, after my yoga class."

"That sounds correct. It's good to see you again, Kelsey."

"And it's definitely good to see you," she replies, taking a long and non-platonic look at the length of your body. "Carrie has raved all about you ever since the two of you started dating. About how kind you are, how handsome you are, how bright you are. I think the young lady is smitten with you."

Once again, you are astounded by the preliminary work that Carrie put in to talk you up. This must have been going on for a while now. Well, it was time to make your girlfriend proud, and lay some groundwork yourself.

"Well, I wish that Carrie had introduced us sooner. You are, quite honestly, a vision," you say, trying your best not to seem too eager. You still weren't quite sure the etiquette when flirting with married women. Well, in your opinion, your best option was to be yourself, because at least that netted you Carrie. Your only reticence was that Carrie must have selected Kelsey as an option from her class for a reason. Was it because she was lonely and didn't even realize that should she seek out another lover? Or was it because she knew what she wanted and was looking for a confidant man to sweep her off her feet and bring a spark to her lustless life.

You realize that you've been staring at Kelsey's warm brown eyes while thinking to yourself, so you blush and turn away. You continue, asking, "So. How long has Carrie been your yoga instructor?"

"Oh, since she opened her studio. My husband and I are old friends of her family, so I just had to check it out. And Carrie is a really great teacher, so I stuck with it."

"Well, I don't know how you looked before yoga but at the very least it's maintained your beauty," you say, noting the fact that apparently Carrie isn't just an instructor, but that she owns the studio that you thought she just worked at. "I suspect that the trio of you, Emma, and Sarah must be the three most attractive students that she has."

"Such a flatterer. But unfortunately, I don't think that is quite true. There are some real stunners in our class. But I suspect I know why Carrie introduced you to the three of us in particular," she says, taking her hand off her shopping cart and slowly rubbing your bicep. You feel her metallic wedding band on your skin as she whispers in a sultry voice, "The three of us have... what you might call lax policies of fidelity in our marriages."

"Really. And why would you think I might find that interesting?"

"Because your girlfriend mentioned that you were downright insatiable in the bedroom, and she needed an experienced woman to help her navigate the murky waters of sharing your partner."

"Did she? That does sound like her." You pause, and decide to be bold, moving to place your hands on her hips and closing the distance between the two of you. "Well personally, I think she chose an excellent candidate."

"You have no idea. Unfortunately, my husband's one rule is that my affairs be discrete, and unfortunately, jumping your bones in a grocery store does not qualify as discrete." She pulls free from you and turns to her cart to rummage through her purse and it's all you can do to prevent yourself from pulling her to you and groping her from behind. When she faces you again, it is to hand you a business card, and you note that it contains her cell phone number. "Call me if you or Carrie want to experience the touch of an older woman. Or," she continues, indicating her hefty breasts with her hand, "you want to see what it's like to tit fuck a truly outrageous rack." She winks at you, then turns to finish her shopping.

You stare at her firm ass as she goes, the jeans leaving little to the imagination. You glance at the card and pocket it, before getting back to the shopping of your own. You do pass by Kelsey a couple more times during your wandering through the store, but all she does is give a salacious wink and smile and continue on. Though, without fail, you unsubtly check her out as she passes and you think that she appreciates the attention.

While you are inspecting the organic tomatoes for the best ones for tonight, you think back on Kelsey's offer. You know that in your initial discussion with Carrie, you indicated a preference for married women who weren't already cheating on their husbands. And, it sounded that Kelsey had fairly generous carte blanche to pursue any number of men, as long as it stayed under the radar. That meant that sleeping with her would break your rule, and the thought for being one of her boy toys leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You had to discuss it with Carrie, but if you were to sleep with Kelsey, you needed to find a way to cut her off from any of her other options for extramarital sex.

You eventually finish your shopping, culminating in finding a scrumptious chicken that will no doubt serve as a great centerpiece for you meal tonight. Kelsey must have finally finished her shopping, because you don't see her in the checkout lanes, but you self checkout, load up your car with the bags, and head home.