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By PIXNIX Author

It was just one of those lazy weekend days. A nice drive in the country with the top down, a picnic in the park complete with a fine bottle of wine and then over to the mall for a little window shopping.
Carla was dressed in an old pair of baggy faded sweats, sneakers and a baseball cap with her brown hair pony- tailed through the back of the hat. This 28-year-old looked more like a college freshman ready for softball practice than a well-educated, mostly proper, but some- times radically improper suburban wife.
But even in this somewhat unflattering outfit, Carla managed to draw a few stares of admiration. She has such a wonderful little butt that even baggy pants don't seem to cover the lines or movements of her well-formed cheeks on her 105-pound frame.
Her face always seems to have this "I know something you don't" expression and her full lips and big brown eyes alone can make most men hard.
I love when she tries on clothes in unisex shops. There's one store where there isn't much that separates the female stalls from the male stalls. There's an open entranceway on the wall in back of the store. Once in there, you can go left to the women's dressing rooms, or right to the men's. They are all kind of together and if you miss the sign, a woman could end up on the men's side of dressing room row.
Of course I always direct Carla to the wrong end and she, willingly and playfully abides. She's "accidently" left the door ajar many times.
She lets her panties fall to the floor in sight and to the surprise of whomever is in the next stall. She's even masturbated in there. It's just one of our more routine fun things we do a couple times a month. I am not sure of what the reaction has been from guys in the dressing room, but I am sure they were pleased.
On the way out of the mall, we saw from a distance the security guy who Carla had once gotten off in the parking lot. It brought up some real hot memories for both of us.
As we walked to our car I saw a well-dressed distinguished looking man -- perhaps 60 -- waiting on a bench near our car kind of peeping out from his Wall Street Journal at passersby.
Between Carla's little antics in the dressing room and the memories of this parking lot, I decided to just grab her and started kissing. I rested my back up against the car as she leaned against me.
I opened one eye to peer at the man and saw him zeroed in on us with envy. Carla's sweat pants were so baggy that he couldn't get the full appreciation of my wife's wonderful rear assets even though he was just about 20 feet away.
So I pulled the material up tight to better define her cheeks and crack and looked at him again. He had a slight grin of approval spreading on his face.
Then I slipped my hand inside the back of her sweats and pushed them down exposing the top third of her ass while I worked my fingertips in her crack. It was just one of those typical acts that we enjoy and that sometimes escalates to much more. But this time we just got in the car and left.
Yet the bug had already bitten both of us and if the opportunity presented itself anytime soon, I was definitely in the mood to see Carla get someone off. There was something emerging as so sexy in the way she was dressed in these rags. She said she loved the comfort they gave her.
We got home around 5 p.m., and we made love immediately. When I reached under the baggy material and felt her wet cotton panties, I just began to devour her. I wished, as did she, that I could have cum again and again, but I was pretty spent after about an hour or so.
Just as she slipped back into her soiled panties and college sweatshirt, we heard a knock came at the door. I looked through the peep hole and saw Mike, who we had completely forgotten was coming over to see us about some not-so-urgent business.
Mike was the first man Carla had ever had sex with in my presence and the only repeat "offender." Well, even though Mike was a little pesky, Carla was already primed and I was certainly in the mood to see her satisfied more fully. I quickly whispered for her just to stay there as is, like we were caught off guard, and see what developed after I let him in.
Mike, dressed casually in jeans with briefcase in hand, came in with a big hello and an even bigger smile when he saw Carla sitting on the couch pretending to stretch her sweatshirt down to cover herself in a failed attempt.
He had only been with Carla once up until that point and that was with me in hiding. This time, however, we quickly cut through the uneasiness and came clean with everything. I offered him a glass of wine and my wife.
I basically liked and trusted Mike but he always gave me a little uneasy feeling, like just fucking Carla wasn't enough, he wanted to romance her too. As we both glanced at her, him with great disbelief and me with the cold blood of a snake, I noticed the moist stain in Carla's white panties.
"Of course Mike, as you can see, I've laid the ground work. Since you fucked my wife before, I wouldn't think you'd be reluctant."
He laughed and agreed. "Mind if I take a closer look Frank?"
"Here let me give you a tour."
Carla got real dreamy-eyed and quiet. I told her to slide down on the sofa.
With her slouched in the cushions, she lifted her butt up and I removed her panties to expose her to our friend as she ran her tongue across her upper teeth. Her pubic hair was matted on top. She always had it shaved around the lips though. But her slit was still creamy with her and my juices and her lips were pink with renewed excitement.
She totally gave in to my touch as I insisted that Mike just sit there for a minute while I presented her to him. I rubbed her pussy as she removed her sweatshirt, exposing her small breasts and erect nipples. Her tits were so white compared to the rest of her.
Then I told her to turn around on the couch, get on her hands and knees and lean against the back so that I could show Mike her ass.
"Remember this?" I said as I spread her cheeks first, then her pussy lips. A little cum trickled from between them. "She's all yours man."
Mike began by undressing immediately, telling her to wait in that position. Then he went to work on her. Mike was not shy. He nibbled on her ass while working a thumb into her snatch.
Carla began throwing her head back and forth, as her hair draped around the sides of her face. "I want to suck you, Mike," she yelled and got off the couch and asked him to lie down while she bent over him and guided her head down to his erect cock.
Sometimes Carla really liked to take control; other times she was passive, even submissive. She leaned over Mike, pulling violently on his cock. I watched her hunched over him, with her tan-lined ass right in my face, and still on her feet.
I couldn't resist, I had to touch those plump cunt lips which looked like they were going to explode from the rear. She squirmed on my fingers, but then I sat back down.
Mike positioned her over the arm of the couch again and mounted her, then just began slamming her as she screamed into the seat cushion. "Cum, on my back, rub it into my skin! She screamed, but it was too late as he unloaded with tremendous force inside her.
When he pulled away, she just stayed there, like a slab of meat hanging over the arm, like in defeat. I got down on the floor to look at her and saw her pussy still slightly open. I wanted to lick her clean but resisted. I told her to try and squeeze the cum out. She reached back to open herself up more and moved her vaginal muscles for me.
Mike also watched this post-game show with tremendous eagerness. I wasn't sure if I wanted to slap that butt or eat it up. I did neither. Instead, Carla just rose up, a little light-headed, brushed back her hair, and collapsed into the sofa.
Mike wanted to stay and do her again. We politely discouraged him. Mike was the guy who helped us cross over that line originally, but we prefer other scenarios and we like being anonymous with our sex partners. And although Carla would fuck him again, there was more to our lust than, repeat performances.
Carla and I went to bed about midnight and made passionate love again. My wife is truly insatiable.