Disclaimer - Don't do this sort of thing, its fantasy not reality.
~~~~~
The Villain - Mike, the manager of the local grocery store. A married man with a penchant for extracurricular sexual activities.
The Heroine - Misty, the stay at home wife, well aware of her husbands growing infidelities.
The Scene - The local grocer where Mike works and owns.
~~~~~
Mike, a tall, well-groomed stud, 6'1, short, dark, curly, well-maintained hair, dark brooding eyes, solid build, is leaning up against cash aisle 3 talking slickly to the blonde teen cashier. A glint and a smile in his eyes, he talks lowly discussing the previous days sex. She has a seductive, naive little smile as she listens intently. A slight blush comes on her face every few moments. As they speak their hands touch gently, intertwining their fingertips on the counter top. Every once in a while he runs his fingers back through his hair. A slick snake oil salesman smile is smeared across his face. His face almost portrays a hint of wanting more and an invitation further, yet holding back in a public place.
Suddenly a woman, Misty, Mike's wife, dressed in a pink over sized nightgown and blue rabbit slippers, bursts into the store. She is a petite woman of 5'7 her dark hair cascading over her shoulders obviously not yet brushed, angrily unkempt. Her medium sized breasts heave with her breathing as if she had run a marathon to get there. She enters into the grocery store brandishing a shotgun, the butt and trigger is held low in her right hand the barrel held high to her chest in her left hand, phallically resting between her breasts. The barrel glints in the light of the store against her pink nightgown. She swiftly stomps over to the customer service desk and grabs the phone public address receiver and orders all the shoppers out of the store.
"Everyone out of the store now if you want to live," Misty screams over the microphone. As she begins people begin to scream and streaming out of the store in a panic, food drops everywhere a few bottles breaking as they hit the floor. Mike and the cashiers try to slip in the ground, but Misty see them and fires a shot into the ceiling, "You stay there dear love," she gives a grimace while jostling the gun in his direction.
She calls the three perky, young, teen cashiers and her husband to the front, near the big window where everyone on the outside looking in can see what is happening.
"You lying cheating bastard," she screams at him, "I didn't care that you were fucking around on the side or that you were doing it with these barely legal nymphets. But we had a deal that you would keep it out of my/our bed." Fire in her eyes, her cheeks flare in and out as she speaks and her chest heaves up and down. The gun arcing wildly from her husband to the frightened cashiers, she yanks a pink thong from the pocket of her robe. Immediately, the blonde gasps, squirming and blushing as she looks to the brunette and redhead on either side of her.
"But those are yours, dear, a present for your birthday", her husband tries to slick talk his ass out of a sticky situation.
"My birthday was 4 months ago and these panties are filthy dirty with barely legal slut juice," she cocks the shotgun in Mikes direction and without warning fires off a shot between his feet, sending him backwards on his ass. A small smile of enjoyment twinkles on the corner of her lips she sneers, "You want to fuck some young pussy you're going to do it for all to see, and you better make sure its good for them cause it will be their last."
She takes the gun and now aims it at the three girls about chest level. The dark spots of her soul show through her eyes, her lips snarl into a angry grimace looking at the three slut hoe cashiers, and tells them, "Get out of your uniforms and lay on your backs on THE conveyor belts." The girls begin to tremble in fear of what Misty might be about to do to them, a whimpering can be heard from each of them. Immediately they begin to drop their clothes as fast as they can as to not upset the woman anymore than she already is. Quickly dropping their clothes to their sides on the floor, the girls begin to tremble, their bodies visibly shaking. Slowly their nipples tighten, their breasts heaving as their breathing becomes shallower. The blonde whimpers, her knees shaking together so hard she'll likely have bruises in the morning, if she makes it until then.
The redhead is a small figure of a girl with tiny breasts and a very hairy, unkempt pubic bush. She has a innocent school-girl look to her, not the type of girl you would expect to see out fucking married men. Mike loves her innocent look, so childlike. The brunette has large overripe melons for breasts that seemingly defy gravity, jutting out waiting, wanting to be sucked and corrupt a married man. Mike loves her gravity defying boobs and trimmed bush with its heart shape drawing him downward. The blonde's body is perfectly proportioned with perky breasts and a shaved bare pussy. What man doesn't like a blonde, willing nymph, after all blondes are supposedly more fun and this one was no exception to that rule.
Misty snaps, "Hurry up girls, onto those conveyor belts NOW!" and the girls scramble to prop themselves into the demanded position. Their eyes are glued to Misty, wondering what in the hell she is going to do next. Misty goes over to each and roughly one after another drives the tip of the shotgun into their pussies, savagely twisting it around.
"Hey Red you like having something thick shoved up your tight, schoolgirl, wanna-be-slut cunt," she sneers, twisting the barrel in deeply. The redhead squirms and lets out a whimper, not wanting any part of this treatment inflicted by Misty.
