An Erotic Story: “On His Worst Behavior”

Okay, I admit it. I got caught.

She was watching me through the corner of her eye as I was ogling that woman in the short skirt. Hey, I’m a red-blooded male…of course I was going to look at anything wearing a skirt that short. But my wife was watching while I did it, and there, my friends, lies the problem.

Or the pleasure, as it turned out.

My wife is a pretty cool customer…she doesn’t get riled up over much. But when she caught me looking at the short skirt and I blushed scarlet, she cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. The other mall patrons walked past in a hurry to get where they were going, but I just stood there, frozen by the enormity of my fuck-up.

“Want something?” she asked with a soft tone of voice that said, You’re in trouble now, Mister.

I expected some yelling. Then some silence. Then some more yelling, probably all the way home. Instead, I got a wink as my wife turned on her heel, headed into the closest clothing store, and then motioned with one finger that I should follow her. I wandered into the store of women’s clothing, watched as my wife pulled a few items off the rack, and followed her as she headed back to the bank of dressing rooms. She stepped into one, looked back out the door, and gave me a pointed glance. I came close enough to hear what she had to say.

“Watch for an opening,” she said. “Then get in here with me.”

Well, this was new. I watched the salespeople as they milled around, changing tags and doing whatever salespeople do, and when they were all looking in another direction, I slipped into the dressing room. My wife immediately locked the door behind me and before I knew it, I was sitting on the little bench in there, my jeans unbuttoned and my wife’s hand down my boxers.

My appreciation was evident, and as she wrapped her hand around my aching cock, I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. I wasn’t sure what turned me on more – the thought of getting caught, or the fact that my wife was acting like a wild woman, something she had never done before.

“This will teach you to look at short skirts,” she said, and with that, she swallowed my dick as far as she could. She almost gagged on me before she pulled back, took a breath, and did it again. This time she almost took all of it, and I couldn’t help but thrust my hips up, helping her out. Soon she was bobbing up and down on my cock, her sexy hips swaying with the motion as she rocked on her knees.

I threaded my hands through her hair, but she smacked them away. She gave me a look that told me to just shut up and take it, and believe me, I was more than happy to oblige. Her mouth was warm and slick, her tongue doing all kinds of good things to that spot right underneath the head of my dick, and her hand had snaked into my boxers to play with my balls while she worked wonders on my cock. When I thought she would stop, right before I was ready to come, she kept going – and when I realized she was actually going to swallow my seed, I went over the edge.

I shot into her mouth so hard that I know I almost choked her. I tried to keep quiet, but I know I made some noise…she didn’t seem to mind, and she kept going until she knew she had every drop out of me.

Then she wiped the corner of her mouth, smiled, and said, “If you look at short skirts again, I might not be so generous.”

I understood that I had been forgiven…this time. When we stepped out of the dressing room we faced the sour stares of those who knew what we had been doing in there, but my wife didn’t seem to mind. And believe me, the only short skirt I noticed for the rest of the day was hers!