When your wife is such a slut, shamelessly fucks the shoe salesman right in front of your eyes

The Shoe Salesman’s Shameless Fuck

It was just another ordinary day for Mark and his wife, Jill. They had been married for five years now, and things had gotten a bit stale in the bedroom department. Mark worked a 9-5 job as an accountant, while Jill was a stay-at-home mom taking care of their two young children. Their sex life had slowly dwindled over time, consisting of occasional quickies and missionary sex that left them both unsatisfied.

One day, while out running errands, Jill suggested they stop by the local shoe store to buy new sneakers for their kids. Mark agreed, and they headed inside. The store was quite large, with rows upon rows of shoes on display. A young, handsome salesman named Tony greeted them as they entered. Jill couldn’t help but notice his chiseled jawline and muscular arms straining against his fitted dress shirt.

Mark and Jill browsed the aisles, picking out shoes for their children. Tony followed close behind, offering assistance and striking up casual conversation. Jill found herself lingering near the men’s section, admiring the various boots and dress shoes. Tony joined her, showing off some of his personal favorites.

“These loafers are quite popular among young professionals like yourself,” he said, pointing at a sleek pair of black shoes. Jill nodded, appreciating the quality and craftsmanship. “Would you like to try them on?” Tony asked, winking at her playfully.

Normally, Jill would have declined such an invitation. But something about Tony’s confidence and charisma made her consider it. Before she could respond, Tony knelt down and gently removed her high heels, replacing them with the loafers. His hands lingered on her ankles for a moment too long, sending a shiver up her spine.

Mark called out from across the store, breaking the moment. Jill stood up, testing out the new shoes. She had to admit, they felt amazing. “You know, I’d love to have these in black,” she said, smiling coyly at Tony.

Tony grinned, leaning in close. “For you, anything. Let’s go to the back room and find your size.” He took her hand, guiding her away from the public eye.

Mark was too engrossed in finding the perfect sneakers for their son to notice his wife slipping away with the handsome salesman. Jill followed Tony into the storage room behind the counter, heart pounding with excitement. When the door shut behind them, Tony wasted no time pressing her against the wall, claiming her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

Jill moaned, her hands roaming over his broad shoulders and chest. Tony’s hands slid up her thighs, hitching up her skirt. She felt his hardness pressing against her through his slacks, and it made her weak in the knees. Breaking the kiss, Tony dropped to his knees in front of her, burying his face between her legs.

“Oh God,” Jill gasped, tangling her fingers in his hair. His tongue and lips worked magic on her sensitive folds, lapping up her wetness. Her head fell back against the wall as Tony sucked and fingered her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Just as Jill was about to reach her climax, Tony stood up and pulled her flush against him. She could feel his hard length twitching against her stomach through their clothes. “I need to be inside you,” he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. “Take your panties off.”

Jill complied, shimmying out of her panties before hitching her leg around his hip. Tony’s fingers delved into her slick heat, teasing her entrance. With a swift thrust of his hips, he sheathed himself inside her, groaning at the tight, wet warmth that enveloped him.

“Yes, fuck me,” Jill panted, wrapping both legs around his waist. Tony gripped her ass, pounding into her hard and fast. The storage room filled with the sounds of their skin slapping together, their labored breaths, and Jill’s wanton cries of pleasure.

Tony took her mouth in another searing kiss, swallowing her moans as he drove into her over and over. Jill could feel the knot of tension in her belly building, threatening to explode. She gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, as her orgasm crashed over her. Her inner walls clenched around him rhythmically, milking his cock.

Feeling her release, Tony thrust one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he found his own release. He came with a low groan, hot jets of seed filling Jill’s spasming cunt. They stayed locked together for a moment, catching their breath as the world slowly righted itself.

A soft knock at the door startled them both. “Jill? Are you back there?” Mark called out from the other side.

“We’ll be right out!” Jill called back, her voice a little shaky. Tony quickly disentangled himself from her and tidied up his appearance. Jill straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair, hoping she didn’t look too guilty.

They emerged from the back room just as Mark was approaching the counter with a pair of sneakers in hand. “There you are,” he said, flashing a smile at Jill. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

Jill glanced at Tony, a secretive smile playing on her lips. “Yes, I most certainly did.”

As they left the store, Jill couldn’t stop thinking about what had just transpired. She had cheated on her husband with another man, in broad daylight, and it had been exhilarating. She knew she couldn’t go back to their stale sex life now. Jill made a mental note to try on more pairs of shoes in the future, and hopefully, more stores would have salesmen like Tony.

Mark, oblivious to his wife’s infidelity, drove them home, chatting excitedly about the new sneakers. Jill listened, a smirk on her face, already planning her next shoe shopping trip. If this is what being a slut felt like, she was ready to embrace it fully.

From that day forward, Jill took every opportunity to act out her sexual fantasies. She fucked men in public, sent naughty photos to strangers online, and even stripped for her husband one night, recreating her encounter with Tony. Mark was shocked at first but soon came to enjoy his wife’s newfound lust for adventure.

Their sex life was better than ever, and Jill finally felt truly satisfied and fulfilled. She had discovered a hidden passion within herself – a desire to be desired, to be wanted, to be a slut. And she had no intention of ever going back to her boring old life again.