[M21] Flirted with the cashier while my hometown MILF (F39) watched in pure agony.

I spend most of my summer in Krakow, but I hit my dead-end hometown for the weekend. I got back around 5:00 on Friday and decided not to text Wiola, the 39-year-old MILF I’ve been hooking up with since Easter. Just wanted to see how long she’d last without knowing I was around.

Around 7:00, I casualed my way to the local market to grab an energy drink and a case of water. I was looking peak—wearing loose, baggy grey sweatshorts and a tight white wifebeater that showed off all the gym progress. As I walked to the checkout, I spotted Wiola. She was wearing flare jeans and a low-cut top, talking to her best friend Sylwia, who works as a cashier there. Sylwia knows me by sight but has zero clue I’m regularly destroying her bestie—and her brother's wife.

Sylwia started scanning my stuff, completely checked me out, and cracked a joke to Wiola about the "good-looking view" at the register. Wiola turned around with a smirk, locked eyes with me, and her jaw literally dropped. She tried to play it cool like I was just some random college kid, but her neck turned bright red. She couldn't stop staring at my face, my chest, and the obvious print through my grey shorts. I just paid, smirked, gave Sylwia a smooth wink that made her blush, and walked out to my W211.

Half an hour later, my phone was blowing up. Wiola was in a total panic and raging with jealousy about the wink, but she also confessed she almost fainted seeing me like that. She told me her husband Artur was home but leaving for a business trip to Łódź at midnight, and her 17-year-old son was out for an all-night gaming session with school friends.

I took a shower, kept the same grey sweatshorts on, and drove over. I parked with a clear view of her house, watched Artur pull out of the driveway at midnight, and texted her asking if I should use the front door or the garden. She told me the terrace door was open.

I slipped into the dark master bedroom. Wiola was waiting in that same low-cut black top and nothing but black lace panties. The second she saw the outline in my sweatshorts, all her fake anger vanished. She grabbed me, whining about how agonizing it was watching her friend drool over me at the store. I just laughed, told her I originally wanted to bend her over the hood of my car in the fields the next day, but since she couldn't wait, she needed to drop the attitude.

I pulled her onto Artur’s side of the bed and took total control. It was completely feral. Because we hadn’t seen each other since mid-June, she was completely starved. I kept my shirt on while I pinned her hands above her head, driving into her while she muffled her screams into the pillows so the neighbors wouldn't hear through the open window. We did multiple rounds—rough doggystyle with me gripping her hips so hard it left marks, then flipping her over while she wrapped her legs around my waist, begging me not to stop. Right before the sun started coming up, she gave me an insane, desperate blowjob, swallowing everything like it was a prize.

I finally left her place around 5:00 AM, completely drained, and crashed at my parents' house.

The interesting part? Even though she was completely ravenous in bed, she seemed surprisingly active and high-energy outside of our affair, which definitely caught my curiosity. Usually, she's just a moping, bored housewife when I’m gone, but this time she had a different vibe. We're supposed to meet up again sometime this afternoon for another round, so I guess I'll see what the deal is.