Oh yeah

"Good evening, I'm Cathrine." She's in her 30s, she's got the vernacular of her Homeland. "I hear you be lookin' for a kilt or two?" "Reconnecting with my heretage." "Aye, a noble endeavor! Such a fine looking man as well. The missus must be lucky, now what ya looking for?" Charles shrugs. "Well, we have a catalog, why don't ya look it over while we measure ya?" She hands him a booklet.

Charles picks out a pair. "Oh, Those. You have the eye of a scottsman with good sense!" She motions to the dressing area in the back. "Why not take one back and give it a try-on?" Charles selects the blue one and follows Catherine into the back. She turns her back to him as he disrobes from his wife's skirt and puts on the kilt. "Ok" he states. Cathrine looks worried... "You look a bit wound up, relax. I'm sure you'll feel better if ya do." Charles shrugs and let's go. The head of his penis is peeking out from the bottom. Cathrine goes wide eyed. "Sir! Is that?!" She's stunned. She shuts the door. She approaches Charles and gets on her knees. "I've... Never... We..." Charles is finding her reaction to be enticing. He lifts his cock, the weight of the kilt has some resistance but Charles over comes it. "Wow" she says. She places her hands on it. "Just amazing" she kisses it. "Just have to be sure I'm not dreaming" she licks the head just before engulfing it in her mouth. Charles moans. He turns his head to the side and sees. That Cathrine is giving him a damn good blow job. Charles grins devilishly and starts wiggling it in her mouth. Her eyes go wide as she's never seen or felt ANY man do this before. Inside her mouth his cock and her tounge are definitely dancing. This goes on for a good 10 minutes before Charles starts to feel the urge.

Charles pussy is starting to drip with his own fluids. Cathrine can sense it, she starts to flick his nozzle with her tounge, and this is driving him wild. "I can't hold it!" Cathrine deep throats him the best she can and he pumps his cum down her throat. They disconnect and Cathrine stumbles to get up on her feet. "Thank you good sir, that was fun... Kilts are on me." She gives him a kiss.

Charles walks out wearing that blue kilt and 2 others in bags. Cathrine, walks back into the dressing room. *Sniff* "Oh, my" Cathrine grabs cleaning solution and looks on the floor. "Three spots?! Me, him and....?" Morghan sees a smile on his face. "Darling! You look. Refreshed." Charles kisses his wife on the lips and she tasted a faint flavor on his lips. "Must have been a good time" she says.