Stranger at the Mall

He collapsed on top of me in total exhaustion. As his weight pinned me down, I could slowly feel his cock shrinking and fading away inside of me. As he pulled it out of me, I again clinched my lips together as much as I could so as not to lose or spill his semen.

I have always thought it was special when a man plants his seed deep inside of me. I wanted my body to absorb his seeds, so they would always be a part of me. I know it sounds weird, but that's just a thing I have always had.

We lay there, spent, in each other's arms as we both recovered.

"Thank you for the dress discount and the lovely afternoon." I smiled at him while gathering my clothes.

"Oh, no, thank you," he responded. "Can I ask one more thing of you?"

I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he might want. "Can I keep your panties?" He smiled.

I laughed and said, "Sure, but you better wring them out before you put them in your pocket." I chuckled.

Once we got dressed, I drove him to his car, and he left. I was now running late and had barely gotten home when my husband came through the door from work. I was still wearing my new dress and my heels. My hair had that just-fucked look, and I could feel a trickle of semen dripping down my thigh, but I didn't care; I was in a good mood.

"Hello, honey, do you like my new dress?" I asked him as I did a little twirl for him.

"Wow, very sexy. You look like a million bucks," he added.

"Don't worry, it wasn't that expensive." I smiled.

"What's that redness around your neck" he asks.

"Oh, umm, must be a reaction to something I ate."

I suppose I am a sex-starved housewife from the suburbs after all.

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