“If you’re putting on your yoga pants, remember our rules.” That’s the last thing I said to Lolly before she kissed me under the sheets and fled to go grocery shopping this morning. Speaking of my tall blonde California cliché of a wife, she just this moment maneuvered her naughty body under my typing desk.

She’s currently pulling my sweatpants off. Hold on a sec… okay, while she works slowly on my growing erection, let me tell you what happened this morning.

Lolly broke the rules—big time! Did she hope to get caught, again? Probably, because I know she loves to get a well deserved spanking. And she knew she’d get exactly that if she got busted breaking the rules. Lucky for me, and a few strangers, I followed her to the store this morning and caught her in her act!

Yoga Pants Rules: Part 1- Item C, states: When wearing yoga pants in public, Long Blonde Lolly will always wear a long top that covers any view of her tightly clad pussy lips.

I’ve explained to my sweet doll-faced Dolly many times, that yoga pants hug her beautiful pussy folds too tight and are obscenely revealing. Even a polite gentleman like me cannot resist prolonged leering when any pussy sheathed in pants like those comes into view. And my wife’s large yet somehow cellulite-free buns definitely require strict rules to keep them in check.

My lovely lady actually did leave the house to strut the market wearing yoga pants this morning, but she properly, demurely, and according to rules, wore a stylish top that draped well down her long thighs and far below her coveted butt cheeks… like a good girl should! However, by the time I caught up to her in the frozen goods aisle of Trader Ho’s, she was wearing a white halter top. She obviously changed her top in the car, that sneaky slut.

Her pert tits and dark puffy nipples were going to be costars in her crime-play as well. And of course, with only yoga pants between her birthday suit and the ogling world, her ass and pussy parts were exposed to all who appreciate sexual scenery.

Lolly’s ass, as always, was the show-and-tell everybody had their eyes on. Her black-clad butt, like a pied piper, led a bunch of willing rats through the store. I counted six leering men who tried to follow without her noticing. Believe me, she noticed and she most certainly loved the attention! The evident excitement gripping her nipples tingled all the way into my pants.

My loose-fitting sweats did nothing to hide my growing bulge. My tighty-whitey underwear trapped my rising penis when it grew to be pointing sideways, but the rushing blood soon had my erector bending upwards in the shape of a banana. Nearby stood a lady who was picking out actual bananas in the produce aisle. She smiled without looking up from my crotch and continued unpeeling me with her eyes. The lady was sexy but I didn’t care; I had a singular ass on my mind and I spied it from where I stood.

As I watched Lolly finger some peaches, the anger that grew within my jealous heart had me seeing red, and wanting to see even redder handprints on her taut cheeks.

Hold up… oh, my word this woman sucks me sooo, right… so, so, oh wow. Sorry. Here I go. Type, man, type! Don’t blow yet.

Wher-where was I…?

When she purposely dropped a peach, just to bend over and further flaunt her ass, I’d quickly had enough. I followed her to the back corner of the store. A few of the men who’d been stalking her had drifted away to join their wives, and I saw one guy slip through a ‘Store Personnel Only’ door. I assumed he went in there to masturbate with Lolly’s exposed fuck parts on his mind. So, only two men crept in behind me to catch the flash-fire scene in the back corner.

Lolly yelped when my hand grabbed into her long thick hair. She winced with shock and tried to pull away, but smiled, relaxed, and laughed when she saw it was me. It was the exact same smile she gave me before crawling under my desk a minute ago. Kudos to me.

By the way, I’m getting this story down well, considering her hot mouth is engulfing my rigid cock as I type this Lush story. Hold on, she wants me to shift so she can…

Oh, oh, okay, OMG. Where was I, I, I… my hand was, um… we were in the back corner of the grocery store and I had a hand full of hair. I pulled her and maneuvered her body until she was face down into some seedless grapes. Her bent forward pose positioned her ass for proper discipline.

"Yoga pants!” The battle-cry flew from my lips and I maneuvered to let my right hand fly along.

One, two, ten, maybe fifty rapid-fire barehanded swats landed on target! She tried in vain to stop me with her pleading.

“No baby, I’m sorry! I know the Yoga Pant Rules! I do! Ow-ow-ow! I promise not to do it again! Ouch! It hurts baby ouch-ouch-ouch! I can’t help it! I need men to love on my ass! Ouch! And my hot pussy slot too! Ow-ow-ow!”

I heard one of the voyeurs counting under his breath, “39, 40… 45…” but I lost track due to the noise I was making. The guy who’d been counting handed me a wide flat box. There was a frozen pizza inside.

Lolly hadn’t moved an inch so I began spanking her with the pizza! Tiny white ice crystals stuck to her black pants as the counter started again,”1,2,3… 15,16… 25… 35, 36, 37…”

When I came to my senses and finally stopped assaulting my woman’s naughty rump, I tore down her fucking yoga pants so our onlookers could drink in the view. Red, scarlet, crimson, call it as you imagine it; her ass glowed like a wet stop sign!

Her barely visible cunny lips glistened like the grapes her face was still mashed into. She did not protest when I added a few swats with the pizza box on her bare-skinned ass for good measure.

The glare of her fully exposed naked ass was nearly too much stimulation for me. I had to balance myself on Lolly’s shoulder when she stood up. Apparently it was all too much and too good for the other men watching as well. They both adjusted their erections and fled as soon as I turned to see how much they enjoyed the impromptu show.

My wife had more comin’ to her for her brazen disregard of set rules, so I grabbed her by the wrist and led her roughly into the private backroom I’d seen her earlier stalker slip into.

Lolly’s ass was still out of her pants as she bounced along. The elastic waist of her tugged down yoga’s hugged her thighs just below her uncovered prize. The store manager was the only one who saw me hauling her burning ass into the back room. His handsome smile and thumbs up told me he wouldn’t tattle on the tale we were creating.

Hold up… ho… ho… holy deep throat, Batman! I need to type faster before Lolly’s real-time cocksucking steals my thunder. Oh no, hold up… I just spilled the drink I had sitting next to my keyboard. Hold up… okay. She loves sucking cock only slightly less than getting spanked, and she’s… so she’s… oh wow… I don’t know if I can, fin… finish.

Okay, okay… in the private room I bent the rule breaker over once more; this time over a sturdy wooden desk. I spanked the well rounded targets with only a few swats before I gave way to my cock’s demands. I moved in behind her and dropped trou to plunge hips-to-red-ass deep into her perfectly lubricated pussy.

Lolly’s smooth white ass cheeks were covered in angry red blemishes. I looked down at the visual reward as I slammed my hips to meet at the blood-red marks with full speed. I slapped at her ass when I reached maximum overdrive and pulled out to splash warm streams of semen all over her entire backside.

As I was catching my breath I realized we were no longer alone in the room. The handsome store manager closed the door and just stood there with a pussy eating grin on his face. The pizza box I’d used earlier was in his shaking hands. He stared at the cum coated ass in the center of the room for a long minute before asking me if he could have a turn spanking Lolly. He started before I could answer yes! With the pizza box!

Whop-whop-whop-whop-whop! The wildly swung pizza container hit her naked ass more times than I dared to count!

“Ow-ow-ow! No-no-yes-no-yes-yes-please-please-ow-ow-ow!”

Spurred on by her wails, the manager ripped away with the wide flat side of the chilled cardboard box. The cum I’d shot on my wife’s ass splashed onto the man’s work clothes but he didn’t care. Lolly’s fingers were working magic between her legs as the cold spanking tool landed again and more and faster and harder on her tortured ass flesh.

Dolly made an announcement that compelled her spanker to zip his pants down and pull out a healthy boner. He spanked it with one hand and kept swatting ass with the other.

“Oh, my fuck! Spank my ass! I’m fucking cumming. Oh fuck, yes, fuck, yes. Fuckin’ spank me! Cum on my ass! My ass!”

Rope after rope of our new friend’s white sauce landed on my wife’s gyrating buns. Some cascaded down to run over and in between the fingers she was abusing her clit with. When he finished tugging and pulling his ample load onto her burning rump, you could see more sperm than flesh on her abused butt cheeks.

My spent penis was an aching throbber again at that moment. And also is at this pinnacle, mo, mo… oh fuck oh, oh… yeah... oh… at this moment, Lolly’s mouth is… oh… oh… I’m about to… oh, yeah, oh… I’m almost… I’m gonna…

So, so, then, oh, yeah, oh… then, Lolly actually started crying tears of joy, because her spanking orgasm provided such... such an... an intense release. It was… it is… such a… happy… oh… happy… I’m gonna, oh fuck, yeah—happy end-end-ending-ending-ending!