A graceful MILF at the store with her husband.

It's a Saturday morning like any other, which means you're at your local grocery shopping for essentials for the week. It's always an effort of will to haul your ass here before noon on a weekend, when you'd rather still be leisurely working on your coffee, but it's worth it to beat the crowds and not have to reach through someone's armpit for a bunch of bananas. Besides, it gives you a convenient excuse to grab a sandwich from the fantastic in-house deli for your lunch.

Grabbing a cart from the entryway, you toss in your reusable bags and wheel it through the automatic doors. As usual, it looks like you've made the right move: while there are a fair few other shoppers, it's far from the rush that would be happening in the afternoon or evening. Checking your list, you head for the produce section first, since it's right by the entrance.

You're filling up a produce bag with apples when something catches your eye—or rather, someone. In the next aisle, standing by a display of cantaloupes, is a woman whose age is a little hard for you to guess; you'd probably say forties, but if she said late thirties you'd believe her. She's Asian, with silky black hair in an angular bob and one of the most incredible bodies you've ever seen. Up top, she's a little on the slim side—you wouldn't put her tits at any more than C-cups—but her flat tummy flares out into glorious hourglass hips, with an ass that perfectly treads the line between taut and bubbly. It's easy to appreciate her figure, too, with how much of it she's showing off. Her outfit consists of a spaghetti strap top made of something white and shimmery, a black G-string thong, and heeled ankle boots. If it weren't for the tiny string of those panties visible around her waist, you'd have thought she was bottomless from the side.

There's no denying this woman is a certifiable bad bitch. You feel your cock swell in your jeans just looking at her.

She's chatting with a man who has his hands on the bar of another shopping cart. He's Asian as well, close to her age, you think, with well-groomed hair just starting to go grey at the temples, and stylish glasses. Their shared body language radiates the easy comfort of two people who know everything about each other. While you're too far away to spot a ring on either of their fingers, you guess them to be husband and wife. You see him glance down at their own shopping list and nod; she turns to regard the melons, leaning over the display to inspect them closely. The change of position gives you a perfect view of that glorious ass of hers, completely swallowing up that tiny G-string.

You've made up your mind before you know it. Leaving your cart where it is, you head over and approach the couple. As they notice you coming, the woman turns her head to regard you with a curious smile, while her husband raises an eyebrow behind his glasses.