My head wasn’t on straight. Tonight had been the most erotic night of my life. Even though I had entered it unwillingly, I left it wanting more. I walked through the strip club naked and unaware. I had cum on my face and dripping down my legs. And it wasn’t until someone said, “look at the cum slut” that I realized my situation. Quickly I made my way outside where a car was waiting on the other side of the parking lot. Cat calls, and sever solicitations followed as I made my way through the parking lot. The driver held the door for me as I crawled in.
It wasnt until I was in the car that I realized.inwas.goingnhome to my husband. I was missing my dress, I was covered in cum and I had no logical explanation for any of it.
The driver got in. “How would you like to pay?”
I looked at him. With a blank stare. I knew what I had to do, but I dare not say it.
He laughed and turned around. “you don’t have to pay for the ride Mrs. Carter. But I do have a hot wet towel and this dres I found that you could earn back.”
He held up my dress. My blank stare faded and a smile replaced it. “What should I do for you?”
“You’ll see.” We pulled away and started down the highway towards my house. I was eager to get cleaned up and dressed, but we kept driving. Before long, he had me right in front of our house. All the lights were off.
He turned to me and said, ” Let’s go.” Then he got out of the car and opened my door. Illoed up at him with a dumb look. “Let’s go” he said with an urgency.
When I stepped out, he grabbed me by the arm and led me to the hood. Right there, in front of my house, on the car hood, he took me from behind. I didn’t even rotelh resist. I was far tok tired to put up a fight and I knew the noise would attacked attention and that’s the last thing I needed.
He didn’t care though. When he came in me, he moaned loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. When he was done, he grabbed my dress and the hot wet towel out of the car and threw them on the ground before he drove off.
Like a street hore, I cleaned myself up and got dressed before sneaking into the house.
It was three in the morning. When I walked into the room, I could see my husband sitting there in the chair in the dark. He turned the light on. With a knowing glare, he asked, “Did you have fun?”
I stuttered and replied, “yeah, it was good.”
“Really? You enjoyed yourself, did you?”
“Yes, why do you keep asking?”
“I was there.”
Thats when it dawned on me. The silhouette was him. My husband saw me strip like a slut. He saw my lover forced to suck dick. He saw me give into and beg for seven men to take me.
He explained, “I set the whole thing up. I got Ben to seduce you and start. When he told me you had been quick to embrace your submissive side I knew we could move forward. Tonight, all my friends from the strip club helped me turn you into a sex slave.”
I was stunned. I couldn’t speak.
“Drop your dress. You aren’t done tonight.”
I smiled at him. He was back. The sex drive between us was back. I walked, seductively, to him. Then got on my knees and watched as he took out his dick and fed it to me.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xrpn29/getting_it_back_a_cheating_wifes_story_part_5