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 a little.”

She bent over the stool tucked into the corner of the stall and flipped up her skirt, revealing her naked ass and pussy. Her back arched as she rocked her weight from heel to heel, making her luscious cheeks jiggle.

“You know you want to,” she drawled. “Don’t make me wait. Take me, Brent.”

I glanced over my shoulder at the flimsy curtain that stood between us and the rest of the store, then I looked at my wife. She was so tempting standing there with her bare ass in the air. Her cunt was already so wet. Her soft pussy lips gleamed with dew. It would be easy to sink my fingers into her hips and drive my dick inside her pussy.

“Fuck it,” I muttered to myself.

I closed the distance between us in a single stride and dipped two of my fingers into her warm, wet pussy.

“Oh,” she sighed rapturously.

“Quiet, Katie,” I hissed. “If you get us caught, I can’t make you come.”

That did the trick. Katie grew as quiet as a church mouse, while I plundered her drenched pussy with my fingers. I got them thoroughly coated with her juices, then I swiped the pads of my fingers over her delectable cunt lips.

Katie’s slippery skin glistened beneath the bright fluorescent lights. I hadn’t planned to eat her out — but goddamn, I was dying for a taste.

Fuck it, I thought.I’ve come this far. What’s a little muff-diving when all’s said and done?

I knelt and laid a soft kiss on Katie’s inner thigh, then I nibbled my way over to her gash. Her musky scent spurred me on.

Not wasting any time, I dragged my tongue along the center of her slit, lapping up her sweet nectar.

“Mmm,” I murmured.

Fellow shoppers couldn’t hear me if used my wife’s pussy to muffle my voice, right?

As it turns out, the forbidden nature of our clandestine fuck session made Katie’s juices taste even sweeter to me. I love to lick my wife’s pussy, but adding an element of danger really sent my arousal level off the charts.

Naturally, my dick was begging to join the party. I reached down and freed it from my boxers. I wasn’t quite ready to fuck Katie just yet, but my cock refused to be contained.

I gave my shaft a few quick strokes while I ate Katie out, careful not to get myself too excited.

For her part, Katie was doing a much better job of biting her tongue. Her thighs quivered against my cheeks, and her glorious juices coated my tongue. Knowing my wife, that steady flow of honey was a sure sign she was already headed toward rapture.

But for me, the goalpost had moved. Why give my wife one orgasm in a dressing room, when I could easily manage two?

Using my free hand, I slid forward and sought out Katie’s clit. Could I have simply finger-fucked my wife instead? Sure. But it was so much more satisfying to lead her to ecstasy with my tongue added to the mix.

I wiggled my tongue inside her pussy, reveling in the soft feel of her snug walls. At the same time, I sealed my lips over her slit and hummed. The subtle vibration gently massaged her plump folds.

I returned to licking her slit. I matched the rhythm of my tongue with that of my clitty-stroking finger, and the harder I worked, the more Katie’s thighs trembled. She was so close to coming I could taste it — literally.

I dropped my dick to instead play with Katie’s asshole. Her backdoor is so sensitive a simple brush of my finger is usually enough to make her moan.

A little lube was all I needed to slip a digit inside, and some saliva would do the trick. My tongue made beeline for her butt hole.

I love eating Katie’s ass. It’s the next best thing to licking her box, which is my absolute favorite part of foreplay.

Greasing the runway made it a cinch for me to taxi my index finger into Katie’s asshole. She opened up easily, welcoming me inside.

Katie knew not to moan, but she did communicate through her movements. I could tell she was close to climaxing by the way she gyrated her hips to push her clit against my fingers. Even without the help of my tongue, her pussy was fully lubed and ready for action. I continuously spread liquid arousal from her slit to her clit as I worked to rub her off. My wife’s juice coated my fingertips, allowing me to slide easily over her swollen button.

But my thumb was just sitting there, so close to Katie’s pussy and yet not contributing to her pleasure at all. That needed to change! I plunged my thumb inside her snatch and rubbed her walls and clit at the same time.

When Katie’s pussy started to twitch, the aftershocks rocked her asshole. Every ripple and spasm I felt in her pussy was magnified tenfold in her ass. It gripped my finger tightly and rhythmically.

Katie didn’t seem to mind. In fact. I’d say my wife seemed quite content to use my pointer finger like a custom butt plug custom crafted just for her.

I should have expected Katie to gush like a goddamn geyser. All the usual signs were there. What started as a slow trickle gave way to a big ole flood of honey as she came. Before I knew it, I was furiously lapping at her slit, working as quickly as I could to slurp up her nectar.

Once her orgasmic spasms had subsided, I slipped my digits from Katie’s holes and stood up. A smear of pussy juice was on the stool’s seat — a damning bit of evidence proving someone had gotten busy in the dressing room. I made a mental note to wipe it up before we left.

But we weren’t done yet. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and my dick still stood at attention. Any reservations I had earlier had long since evaporated, leaving behind nothing but raging lust.

It was past time for me to get satisfaction. I took my dick in my fist and swirled the head around Katie’s pussy hole. Her natural lubricant had created the perfect conditions for a hot, fast fuck.

Sinking inside her snatch was nice and easy. Holding on to her generous hips allowed me to handily pull Katie toward me until her cheeks bumped against my pelvis.

I swallowed my groan as Katie’s molten pussy enveloped my dick. I found myself gritting my teeth to keep in the primal grunts rumbling in my chest. Nothing in this world compared to the feeling of my wife’s cunt welcoming my dick.

Slow and steady wasn’t an option. Hard and fast was the rule of the day.

I braced my foot on the rung that ran between the bottom of the stool’s legs, holding it steady while I plowed my wife.

Katie’s back bowed, creating a small gap between her pelvis and the seat.

Acting fast, I reached around her thigh and headed straight for her clit. There was just enough space for me to move my fingertips in tiny circles over her bud.

For a moment, all I could hear was the sound of my balls lightly slapping against my wife’s slippery snatch.

I’d almost forgotten we were in a tiny dressing room at our local department store. It was pure bliss until I heard an attendant directing a customer to the fitting room directly next to ours.

Of course, that’s when a soft moan escaped Katie’s lips.

I reached around and slapped a hand over her mouth, cutting off the sound. Even if we got caught, there was no stopping me. Not while my wife’s pussy rippled around my thrusting shaft.

Through it all, I never stopped driving my dick into Katie’s cunt. I did slow down enough to make sure we weren’t making any more noise, but not even a close call with a store staffer was going to get me to zip up before I’d shot my load.

However, at that point it was getting tough for me to hold back my grunts and groans. This was my first semi-public fuck session, and I was surprised to find it really revved me up. Part of me almost wanted to get caught, to see the person’s face when they got an eyeful of my hot-as-hell wife bent over a stool with my dick balls-deep insider her.

But I guess we kept quiet enough because the salesperson walked past our curtain again without pause and didn’t return.

Still, I could hear the rustle of clothing as the customer in the adjacent stall shuffled around. Did that mean he could hear the wet smack of Katie’s soaking pussy connecting with my skin? I liked to think he could.

While I fantasized about a stranger eavesdropping on our tryst, Katie launched into another near silent orgasm and dragged me into the abyss along with her. Cream jettisoned from my cock, filling Katie to the point of overflowing. It seeped out of her pussy and fell onto the stool. I kept going, not stopping until I’d released every last drop.

We cleaned up our mess, but knowing Katie, she’d happily walk through the mall with my come dripping out of her cunt. Just the thought excited me and made my balls tingle.

We made ourselves presentable, fairly confident we’d gotten away with something wicked.

I opened the curtain and locked eyes with the salesperson who’d helped me find the pants I’d never tried on.

“Did you find everything you needed?” she asked politely.

“Yes, and then some.”

She smirked and said, “Sounds like you did.”

She quickly sauntered off to the stockroom, so she didn’t see my jaw drop. I looked at my wife and smiled sheepishly.

We hurried out of the store. Though we didn’t buy anything, it was undoubtedly my best shopping experience to date.