For Shame

“Have you no shame?” he asked incredulously. She’d been bent over trying to pull a stubborn weed out of her front lawn. It was a hot day and she was wearing a short sundress. Standing up and turning toward the voice that had interrupted her struggle, she cocked her head to the side.

“Excuse me?”

“The way you’re dressed, you should take better care to watch what you’re showing off to the world, young lady. Obscenities do not belong in public.”

Young lady. Her eyes narrowed. She’d show him how young ladies could be obscene.

“DADDY!”

The front door opened and he came out, using his palm to shield his eyes he looked out onto the front lawn. “What’s up, pumpkin?”

She twisted at the waist so her skirt would flair up a bit as she turned. “Daddy, Mr. Buzzkill wants to know if I have any shame. Do I have any shame, Daddy?”

Her husband looked over at the man standing on the sidewalk. “What did she do?” They were peers – middle aged, salt and peppered.

“She was bent over in that short dress letting the world see everything she’s got. Look, I’m no prude, but it’s a dangerous time for women to be flashing their goodies all over the place without caring about consequences.”

“You are absolutely right. I should teach her some shame.”

“Oh, no Daddy, please no!”

“Bend over and show me all your goodies the way you were showing them to the world. I need to teach you a lesson.”

She dutifully bent over. The hemline of her skirt slid up her thigh to just under the lace trim of her white panties.

Stepping forward, her husband lifted the skirt, pulled her panties down and started unbuckling his belt.

“What are you doing?” The interloper was panicked.

“I’m teaching her about shame. It was your idea.” He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. As he shoved it inside her he grunted toward her, punctuating each word with a slap to her ass, “You need to learn to care about consequences.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll learn my lesson, I promise. Uhhh..yess….teach me that lesson right there, oh that lesson feels so good Daddy.”

The interloper ran back across the street to his home, and the suburban couple took their shameful display back inside.

A few minutes after she’d finished swallowing his load, the doorbell rang.

“Hey, guys. I got a complaint from your neighbor that you were having intercourse on your front lawn.”

“Hey Officer Bradley, you’re right on time. She’s ready for round 2.”

“You know, Simon, you could just call me over. I’m always happy to fuck your wife.”

“Yeah, but this way that nosy neighbor of mine gets something out of it.”