The Grocery Store Gamble (MF, Buttplug, All Holes Filled)

Nerves hit Dana like a sledgehammer as the grocery store front spread apart for her to enter. The heavy air slammed down on the top of her head. Her husband, Everett, behind her made it worse. She was unsure how she was going to pull it off, unsure if she would be caught. This was the first time she’s ever done something like this.

“What do I get if I win?” she asked her husband. They playfully fought back and forth with each other in the middle of the kitchen on a trivial matter: if there were any eggs in the refrigerator. This play-fight naturally and quickly progressed into the realm of a bet.

“I will get down on my knees, beg for your forgiveness and answer ‘My Queen’ to everyone of your requests.”

“Even at the barbeque?”

Everett thought about it while chewing on a green olive. That’s a steep price. In front of all his Ranger buddies he’s got to call her ‘My Queen”? But he knows for a fact that there are eggs in the fridge. Life’s a gamble my friend.

“Even at the barby,” he gleamed in an Aussie accent.

She smiled, excited to check the fridge. Her fingers wrapped the handle.

“Wait!” Everett cried out.

“What?”

“What do I get if I win?”

She thought it over. For sure there are no eggs in there. She knows it. She just grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and saw not one egg, let alone an entire carton. She can get used to the fact that she can be called My Queen rather quickly. No way she is losing, so she could make the bet as big as possible and be comfortable with it.

“I will wear my buttplug to the store.”

A whole green olive fell out of Everett’s mouth.

“You’ll what?”

“You heard me. One of my buttplugs, in my ass, the entire time I’m at the store.”

“Holy shit.” Then a thought came to him. What if he was being played? “Wait a minute, how will I know if you're wearing jeans?”

“I’ll wear my sundress.”

“Not good enough.”

“You can see me put it in.”

“Yeah, but you can take it out when I’m not looking.”

“How?”

“You’d poop it out in my truck.”

“What?!”

“You look like a secret buttplug pooper.”

“Fine. I’ll show you in the middle of the store.”

And just like that, the bet was made. A moment later, Dana found herself staring at an egg carton in the fridge. Moments after that, she was entering the market with a buttplug tipped with a red gem in her ass. It wasn’t totally nerves that flooded her body. The excitement of getting caught coupled with the intense fullness turned her on more with every step.

It was late at night, so not many people in the aisles. Only one check out girl at the lanes, and she was catching up with whatever dumb shit that was on her social media feed.

Everett was right behind Dana’s ear, teasing her. His question, “Where do you want to do the proof of life?” sent shivers down her spine faster than running naked through the frozen section.

“Well, I have to get some wine.”

“I couldn’t think of a better spot.”

Everett trailed her as they ventured down the wine aisle. Dana could feel the apex in her thighs glisten like freshly sprayed fruit as she perused the red wines, making Everett pine for a peek of her own cork. The shiver within her strawberry crevasses after every step told her she was teasing herself too.

“Come on baby, give daddy the sugar shot,” Everett happily demanded.

Holding a bottle of red wine, she pretended to read the label in order to prolonge her tease, Dana replied: “Good things happen for daddys who wait.”

Truth was she’s impatient as well. Dana was desperate to give him the thrills he won, and more. She put that bottle back, bent for the lower shelf and hiked her skirt up over her gorgeous, round ass.

His camera snapped off a couple pics. Instead of lifting herself back up, she took it further. She grabbed her ankles and looked at her husband between them before she stood up straight. Dana couldn’t believe what she just did in public.

She also couldn’t believe what she did next.

Everett walked up behind her. “That was fucking hot. Look at this madness I just took.” Fully intending to show her the shots he had. “I swear to God, when I get you home I’m going to fuck your brains out,” he stated when he wrapped his arms around the tops of her shoulders to show her the pictures. That’s when she felt his rather hard and large cucumber in his jeans.

She doesn’t know why she asked it, or where the thought even came from when she requested, “Why not just fuck my brains out now?”

“What? Wait….” Everett looked around to see if anyone was in the aisle with them. All was quiet on the wine front. He didn’t bother to ask if she was serious. No more questions, no more games, he just dropped his cellphone into the basket in front of her and unzipped his fly.

She grabbed hold of the cart in front of her when his rigid banana slid into her private velvet aisle. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She lost all worry that they were fucking in public. She needs it now. Right now. It was not like miss eyes-glued-to-her-toxic-social-networks was going to pay attention to life around her anyway.

His hips crashed into her ass. She screamed out of sheer joy, quickly followed by pure terror that covered her like a blanket.

“Shh...you're going to get us busted,” he whispered.

“Then you better fuck me fast, cowboy.”

She wasn’t fucking around and Everett knew it. In the middle of the wine aisle, he slammed his bone-in ribeye into her with violence. Ripples of pleasure rolled over her as he went deeper, sending her into the magical land of the grocery store. There were cucumbers and bananas and all the meat one could desire. There were strawberries for lips to savor and buns to park meat in. There was milk and there was cream, half and half became whole while the woman in the wine aisle sings.

Every deep thrust made his pelvic smack into her magical buttplug, providing pulsating need to explode as quickly as possible, sending her deeper into her food fantasy.

While he scrambled her eggs, Everett gripped her hips with force, groaning away with quiet dominance that he’s close to entering the checkout lane. His right hand slipped underneath her, between her thighs, rubbing her wet clit in deep swirls. A feeling so wonderful that kept Dana soaking wet.

Her mouth opened to scream yet, somehow, stopped it at the top of her throat. Dana knew she wasn’t going to be able to control her felicity so she pulled a bottle from the shelf. It was no longer a bottle but an extra cock for her to suck and gag on as she deep throated the neck.

With all her holes nicely filled to the brim, her legs stiffened, her strawberry patch tightened as she screamed into the glass. She came with fury the same time Everett did, filling her with an entire can’s worth of whipped cream.

She detached her lips off the glass and kissed her man who kissed her back and said:

“I think we better check out.”

“I think I already did.”

After their shopping was done, miss I-can’t-miss-a-post grabbed the neck of Dana’s wine bottle and scanned it through. If only she’d known where the neck of that bottle had been. Maybe, if the checkout girl was paying attention, she would have had a teardrop’s worth of story to cast into the toxic social seas.

“$56.87,” the monotone voice said to Dana.

After they got home, Everett went to take a shower while Dana unloaded the groceries. Shoulder deep in the fridge, she picked up the egg container to make room for the steaks.

What the fuck? She thought. It felt empty. She opened it. It was empty.

That fucking cheat!

Everett was known to put empty cartons of eggs back in the fridge. A habit Dana’s spent years trying to break. The one time she failed to check costed her the best public fucking experience she ever had.

Everett was unaware Dana entered the bathroom. Well, he was unaware until he heard the toilet flush and he was forced to dodge the scalding hot water. He screamed for the short moment some splashed his back. He won the battle but not the war.

The next week he proudly called Dana “My Queen”. Secretly, Dana was happy he cheated. Like a buttplug under a dress, she held a secret only her and Everett knew. That’s why at the barbeque she let him know she was wearing her plug again.

“Understood, my Queen,” he replied. Ribs weren’t the only things that had bones in them that day.

 -Neon

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