Secret Shopping Pleasure

I wish I knew what was wrong with me, or least figure out how to control a darker side of me that seems to take over - with no warning. The worst part is no-one knows this "other" me. All they see is the big curvy wife and mother in her fifties, with a steady job, and a normal life.

Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy that side of me, but there are times when I have filthy thoughts in public, the sort that you can't share with others, and it isn't long before those thoughts snowball, and when they do, I have to take action.

Now, I would never cheat on my husband, thats not in me, but the thoughts can make me push things to the edge, to the point where I can't think straight. It's then I have to find a quiet place, to take care of my own needs, no matter where I am.

For as long as I can remember, I've always been like this - I wish I wasn't. However, in the moment, the thrill of making myself orgasm, knowing there are others nearby is such a rush.

Even at this minute, I replay what just happened, what I just did, sitting here in my car at night outside the supermarket, I have my coat on my lap to cover my hand gently feeling inside my underwear. Watching people come and go from the shop is turning me on even more, not one of them aware of what I'm doing or what I just did.

It all started innocently enough. I went to the local supermarket for our usual weekly shop. Everything was under control, until a woman with the most stunning body smiled at me, after we both reached for the same item on the shelf. Straight away all I saw were her amazing perky breasts. As well as wishing my huge tits were more like hers, I noticed her nipples through her shirt - both so hard and such a turn on for me.

Here's the thing, I'm not gay, or even bisexual, but at that moment, when her hand touched mine, my mind went into overdrive. I started creating sexy scenarios in my head, even minutes later as I continued to walk from aisle to aisle.

I thought about what I would let her do to me, what I would do to her, if someone caught us and joined in. Everything was starting to snowball - I felt the control begin to disappear.

I knew I was in trouble. My filthy thoughts were fogging my brain and I could feel my pussy begin to tingle. Normally at this point I would have to get away somewhere to kill the sexual craving, but for some reason, I just continued to walk each aisle, letting my thoughts take over.

My fantasy started to bounce all over the place. As I walked past complete strangers, I began picturing them naked, how I'd love to taste that man's cock, that woman's asshole, let that guy pin me and fuck me hard with his hand covering my screams, how I'd want that woman to taste my pussy.

I was so horny - it was wild.

I felt my underwear start to feel wet. The whole situation was getting out of control. I should have abandoned to whole shop to another time when my brain was in a better place, but I decided to play out more scenarios in my filthy mind.

It was then I had one of the dirtiest and riskiest ideas yet. I needed to orgasm now. I wanted to squirt hard.

I knew the supermarket had either a changing room or a disabled toilet I could go to before I leave. But my pussy no longer wanted my fingers. I needed to feel something different. I wanted something that would truly stretch me.

Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I tried to stay calm, not rush or look dodgy, even though my panties were now drenched - my pussy twitching, as if it knew what was about to happen.

I knew exactly what I wanted.

Firstly, I headed back to the personal hygiene aisle for men and women. I picked up one packet of condoms and a small bottle of lub.

Secondly, I needed something large and smooth that my pussy would crave. I knew exactly what I wanted. I picked the fattest longest English cucumber.

Shopping list complete, I went to the checkout, mixing my fuck list in with my normal weekly shop. With one large bag of shopping, I made my way upstairs to where the disabled toilet was, next to their small cafe, that I knew was closed at night.

My pussy was screaming for something inside it as I got closer to the door.

Once inside, I wasted no time.

I locked the door, ripped open the condom wrapper, rolling in on the massive cucumber. I unbuttoned my trousers, scrambling to pull my panties down. My inner thighs already wet from pussy juice.

I opened the lub, squeezing it on the tip of the condom, before I covered every inch of it with my hand, as if I was wanking a massive cock.

I stepped one foot up on the toilet seat, catching a view of me in tall mirror side on, which turned me on even more.

Sliding the hard cucumber over my clit, nearly made me scream, so I pulled my jumper up and bit down on it to muffle my pleasure.

I then inched the massive cock substitute inside my drenched pussy. I looked in the mirror, as my pussy stretched and took most of the ten plus inches.

Slow and deep for a few strokes, before I started to really fuck myself hard and fast. I had to stop though, thinking my legs might give up, so I lay on the dirty floor like a big beautiful slut. I could see my wet delicious pussy in the mirror, as I rammed the large cock shape back inside, picking up pace.

I started to feel my legs shake, my face redden, and my pussy start to squelch with pleasure. I went harder and quicker, until I had to most outrageous orgasm, cumming and squirting hard, my juice splashing on the mirror.

I pulled the massive cock shape out and began to suck on it, tasting my own juice. My pussy still pulsing from the experience.

It had only been a couple of minutes.

I grabbed another condom to roll over the top, reached for more lube and covered the cucumber once again, before I lay back and spread my legs wide, my thighs back towards my ribs.

Slowly, I teased my slutty asshole with the massive thick vegetable. Honestly, I never thought it would get anywhere, but I was just so horny. To my surprise, the tip started to enter. It was fucking amazing. I tried to relax, as I eased more of it in.

It felt so intense. With my head back, I had no idea how much my ass was taking, but it was full.

I began to carefully pump my ass with it, as I left my other hand free to play and finger-fuck my pussy hard. It felt unbelievable - my hand feeling the hard cock shape from inside my pussy was amazing. With both hands starting to work together, I felt I needed to cum again.

I was getting close to cumming everywhere, so I fucked both my ass and pussy with more speed. My asshole was hurting, but the pleasure was building.

My pussy exploded a second time, all over my trousers and floor. I pulled out the cucumber mid-squirt, getting the maddest slut-rush I ever experienced.

Fucking unreal.

It took a minute, but all senses came back and then I realised where the fuck I was and what i did. I threw the condom-covered cucumber into the sanitary bin; then pulled up my cum-covered panties before leaving.

As well as my ass hurting and my pussy so sensitive, paranoia kicked in - was my face letting everyone know just how much of a filthy slut this mature mother was in the bathroom?

I was never so happy to get outside and feel the cold air help cool me down.

Thinking back, as I now sit in my car, my hand gently circling my clit, reminding it of what happened, the relief of not getting caught suddenly came over me.

I made a promise to myself I wouldn't risk something like that ever again - a promise I will more than likely break before the weekend.