I window-shopped for the most part, but stopped by the supermarket to buy myself a couple of ready meals and a bottle of wine. At the self-service che...kout, before I could get my card out, a gruff Scottish man at the checkout beside me whipped his across the contactless point, paying for my items. He grinned at me when I looked up to say thank you, and after packing up my shopping, I followed him out of the store. On the street, I caught up with him and we struck up a conversation. The. I screamed as they whipped me mercilessly across my back, arse and upper legs.They could hear me outside because the waitress came in to see what was happening. I thought she was going to help me but instead she took the belt off my husband and whipped me as well. "You stupid cunt. Think you can come in to our place dressed like a whore and then scream the place down" she barked at me continuing what my husband had started. My husband used the opportunity to turn me over, face up and tearing. She had some trouble getting him all the way inside her, but once she did she crowed, pulled up, and then slammed back down on him.“Aw fuck! Yeah, you a damn hot bitch, Hepzibah!” He grabbed for her bouncing titties. “Can I just call you ‘Zee’?” He tweaked a nipple.“Yah!” she screeched, rearing up atop him. She was on her feet now, squatting, flexing her knees as she rammed her pussy down on him again and again. Soon she orgasmed, gasping, their crotches mashed together.Monday could feel her. How did I tell Beth Ann what had just occurred, and how could I tell her that I was so horny, I was desperate to fuck her because she was the only eligible female anywhere close by at that moment."I don't know, but I just have to tell you that I'm burning up with lusty desire for you, Beth Ann. Do you want to fuck?" I stammered out."Well, this is sure short notice, Tom," Beth Ann said as she climbed out of her sleeping bag and walked over towards me. I immediately started undressing Beth Ann.