The cuckold driving the car – [MF] mild [MFm]

efore we met, we had agreed that it would just be a meeting. We would not have sex. We would not even have oral sex.

They hadn’t done anything like this in years, so we would meet at a bar, get to know each other and then play after they discussed it.

But the moment I sat down, between them, in the dark bar, we would test the plan.

They are both successful and dressed it. Him in a suit, nicer than mine, her in dark red suit with a skirt. Both in their 40’s and both fit, fitness being part of their F/m kink. I sat between them and within minutes had my hand on her bare knee.

As we chatted, about their life style and experiences and some of mine, my hand slid lower and lower. He said nothing, but he could see how she slouched, hear how her breath quickened, as I found the lace of her panties, already damp.

We chatted in the dark booth, in the fancy restaurant as the waiter brought her and I drinks. He said little and tried not to stare as she began to rub my cock through my pants.

When I said, loudly enough for him to hear, to take the panties off, he almost spilled his drink. She didn’t even hesitate. She loved being his dominant, being his mistress, but she missed being a man’s slut. When she handed the panties to me, and I handed them to him, I made sure he knew how wet they were.

I slid my hand back into her skirt and she didn’t even try to hold back the moan. It was loud enough that I worried someone would realize.

She suggested breaking our rules first. That we should go back to their place, lock him in the closet, and let me do whatever I so desired to her. That I should use her like a slut.

I wanted too. I dearly did. But I also know the rules were put in place when we had cooler heads. That they, after not having shared her in almost a decade, might need more time.

I refused. What a slut, I exclaimed, your wife is really a little whore.

She began to beg and I said no. She began to unzip my pants, whispering that she’d do it here. Jack me off under the table.

But I’m a bit shy, nervous about being arrested for such things. It was clear that husband was just as uncomfortable, looking nervously around. This was not some dive bar. This was a nice bar, in their part of town.

He had the idea then, an idea that we all liked.

They have a large SUV with a giant backseat and the sun had been down for sometime. He drove. He drove and listened and was not allowed to look back.

She and I went at it like teenagers, but followed the rules. No oral, no fucking.

We stripped as he drove, I threw her clothes into the front passenger seat. She used her hand with an expertise I have rarely felt. The benefit, she explained, of 25 years of marriage to a submissive with regular, long edging sessions. She has spent as much time milking pleasure out of cocks than most women have spent fucking.

I slid my fingers into her, deep into her. I tasted her breasts and neck and shoulders. I made her scream and beg. He listened to his mistress beg for permission to cum, heard her moan as she was denied. Heard her offering the most vile sex acts, if only, just only this stranger would let her cum.

For most of 25 years, he had never denied her anything, and now she was offering herself, her mouth, her cunt her ass, even his mouth, his ass, if only I would get her off.

I told her she could cum, but that I would finish on her face and that she wouldn’t be allowed to clean herself until they got home and back into her bedroom. She agreed readily, telling him that he would do the cleaning.

Then I made her narrate what I did to him. My mouth on her nipples. My right hand sliding into her cunt, making her call it a cunt, while my other fingers toyed her asshole. Hearing her talk about my fingers in her ass, it was all I could do to not fuck her. Finally she came and as she subsided, I gave him the choice to clean my fingers or let her cum again.

The tables flipped, him allowed to control her orgasm, froze him. He couldn’t or wouldn’t speak and the shame and my fingers pushed her so close to the edge (she told me she was easily multi-orgasmic) that she was suddenly begging him and making him offers. That if he let her cum again, she’d unlock him that night before cleaning my cum off her face and let him masturbate onto her feet.

She got to cum again.

Then, it was my turn, and it was amazing. Most women have trouble making me cum with their hands or mouths. She flipped quickly from “pleasuring the cock” to “making the cock cum” and in less than a minute, we were positioning so I could spurt onto her face.

She didn’t dress. As we headed back to my hotel, she stroked my cock, offering to suck me hard. But we had agreed and I was tired. They live in a wooded suburb. She was going to stay nude the whole way home and walk into the house nude. She joked about two of the neighbors and how if they saw her, she might invite them in.

I tasted her on my fingers and waved them under his nose before getting out.

I will see them again soon.

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