My wife has never been crazy about shopping. That’s why I was so surprised when Katie dragged us to the mall last weekend. Shortly after we arrived, she insisted I try on a pair of jeans and shoved me into a department store fitting room — and quickly closed the curtain behind both of us.

I hadn’t even doffed the pants I’d worn to the store when Katie’s hand skimmed over my hip and rested atop my bulge. Her fingers curved around my shaft and gave my growing erection a gentle squeeze.

“You ever fuck a lady in a department store, Brent?” asked my leering wife.

She popped open the button on my jeans and pulled down the zipper.

“Katie,” I whispered. “Someone might catch us.”

“Come on,” she goaded. “Live... Read More