I fucked the cashier at the grocery store, while my wife was waiting for me at home

I was standing at the checkout. My wife had just gotten her period and had sent me to get pads and a few other things for her. When it was my turn, the cashier smiled at me.

"Hey, how are you?" she asked.

"Pretty good," I said politely and started packing my groceries. I'd seen her here before. She was very pretty. Wavy blonde hair, cute little B-cups, and that adorable little nose.

"Where's your wife?" Her dark brown eyes looked at me questioningly as I got my phone ready to pay.

"At home," I replied. "It's that time of the month, you know."

She was always very friendly to me and my wife. But I'd be lying if I said she wasn't always a little more attentive when I came alone.

"Must be great having *such a caring husband*," she said.

See? Right now. I mean, the way she smirked was anything but polite or innocent. The scanner beeped. I thanked her, wished her a good day—when she suddenly jumped up. Said there was something wrong with the jam I'd bought, that there had been a problem with the entire delivery, and that it shouldn't have been on the shelf. Before I knew it, she'd already asked a colleague to take over for her and gestured for me to follow her into the office. Telling me I had to fill out a form. I wanted to say it was fine. I didn‘t want to be any trouble. But I didn't. Instead, I saw her apple butt swaying in her tight jeans as we walked down the busy corridor. To be honest, I didn't think much of the whole thing. Not until I walked past her into the office, she closed the door, locked it, turned to me, and said, "Fuck me."

I blinked.

"What?" I asked, bewildered.

She unbuttoned her jeans.

"I said, 'Fuck me,'" she repeated, moving closer to me. She unbuttoned my pants too, pulled them down, turned around, and slowly slid the waistband down her ass, presenting her bare cheeks to me. Then she bent over the desk. Fuck, what?

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

So, what was I waiting for? Maybe the willpower to resist? But honestly, I was pretty horny. My wife and I hadn't had sex in almost two weeks. And now that she was on her period, it was going to stay that way for a while. I carefully explored her pussy with my fingers. She was so damn wet. Her lips were so puffy. She rocked her hips slightly from side to side. My cock was rock hard. Then she suddenly pushed her ass towards me, pressed her entrance against my tip, and I just slid right in. She moaned softly. She looked at me over her shoulder, full of astonishment. Greedily.

"It's even bigger than I imagined."

It was true. I knew my cock was bigger than most. I could feel it now, stretching her tight pussy. She gasped when I thrust in her for the first time. ... From here on, I remember it more like a hot, crazy fever dream. I know it was rough and raw. She needed it. I needed it. Two people simply taking what they deserved.

I pulled her hair while I pounded into her hard. Her hips were so wide, her ass so tight at the same time. I'd never seen anything like it. With every thrust, I felt her velvety walls press against my shaft, embracing it with a slippery warmth. It just barely fit. I heard people talking outside the door. With one hand, she played with her clit, with the other she covered her mouth, but I heard her squeal anyway. I slapped against her ass like it was a soft pillow. Then all of a sudden, she pleaded softly but firmly,

"Fuck me like you could never fuck your wife."

And damn it, yeah, I did. I let go of her hair, pushed her torso down onto the table, and took what I wanted. I gave her what she craved so much. As she came, her feet lifted off the floor. She shuddered wildly as her pussy tightened around me. Pulsating. As if she wanted to hold me forever. Fuck. I pulled out and came on her pale, hungry ass.

The next thing I remember is her fixing her hair, unlocking the door, opening it. The light and the loud chatter from the hallway drifting into the small room. She slipped through the door.

"Hey!" I called after her.

She poked her head through the crack again.

"After all that, may I at least know your name?" I asked. I had a hundred other questions on the tip of my tongue, but that was the only one that made it past my lips. She smiled.

"*Katie*," she said, winked at me, and disappeared.