I watch in the mirror, her hand on his cock, slow, lengthy strokes along his shaft, as she leans in to kiss him. They look like the perfect couple, him in his best suit, her in a dress that makes every man’s head turn. I can’t help but be jealous of what they have. As he leans in, she hooks her leg over his, her dress riding up her thigh, showing it all to me, as his hand, large and powerful, moves up, before sliding behind and grabbing her ass. I can feel it as much as if it were my ass he was grabbing, my pussy his fingers were sliding down to find.
The car behind honks and I am broken out of my reverie. The lights are green and I pull away, no longer blocking traffic, as the couple in the back seat continue exploring one another’s bodies, the call of the new too tempting to wait until they get home.
She moans as his fingers find what they were looking for, the wetness between her legs that is so inviting I can practically smell it. She cries out as his fingers slide inside her for the first time, and she gently bites on his lip, pulling with her teeth in a playful indication of the animalistic passion she’s feeling, a signal of the wild things to come.
I try to keep my eyes on the road, but it’s difficult with this going on in the back seat. Still, I’m the designated driver, so I try my best.
“Wait, wait”, she says to him, and I can’t help but steal another glance, as she pulls his hands from behind her, his fingers glistening with her wetness. She holds them up in front of her and then looks into the mirror, meeting my gaze. I should look away, but I can’t. I should focus on the road, but she wants me to see this, needs me to see. She slowly takes his two thick, shiny fingers in her mouth and slides her lips down them, sucking off her wetness, tasting herself as she goes. He moans as if she’d just taken his cock in her mouth, and I realise her hand is moving much faster.
She pulls his fingers out of her mouth and, with a little smile to me, returns all her attention to him, sliding into the footwell and repeating the move on his dick. He leans back, head tilted to the roof, arms stretched across the backs of the seats as her head bobs up and down in his lap.
We’re nearly home, but I decide to take the scenic route. No one wants this to end too soon. I turn right instead of left and, aside from a few grunts of pleasure, no one says anything.
We hit another set of traffic lights and a car pulls up next to us. The driver glances over, as is not unusual, but something in the back catches his attention. He sees his arms stretched across the back seat, though he almost certainly can’t see her, she is hidden in the footwell, like a dirty little secret only we can share. But then, almost as if on cue, she raises herself up and retakes her seat. I try not to stare at the driver as his eyes nearly pop out of his skull. Not that I blame him, she is drop-dead gorgeous; beauty personified and there is no doubt what she was doing down there. Especially, when she looks at him and licks his lips, laughing as we drive off, the traffic behind him beeping in the distance as he sits there stunned.
She kisses him again, long and slow, sharing the taste of one another in both their mouths. She moves back and hitches up her dress to her hips, exposing her pussy, neat and smooth, a thin landing strip of hair, immaculately shaped, on display. The sort of pussy they would use on marketing billboards if they could, two fingers holding her lips open to expose her bright pink entrance and underneath the words, “Drink Coke”.
She raises herself up and over his lap as she reaches down and guides in his cock inside her. She moans as she begins to ride him, slowly, going a little deeper each time, until he is fully inside her.
She rocks back and forth on his cock, moaning softly as she takes his full length, as his hand runs along her bare shoulder, strap hanging down her arm and slides under the material, finding her breasts, caressing the soft flesh as his hard cock continues to penetrate her. He lifts his hand and suddenly I see her breast, free from the dress, exposed to the world. He plays with it for a little longer before his hand snakes down her body, fingers running over her pubis and finding her clitoris.
His fingers circle as she rides him faster, his other hand reaching into her hair, pulling her head back and kissing her long, thin neck, the one that had taken every inch of his cock only minutes before. She looks so elegant, even like this, her tight pussy being stretched by his thick cock, her body in a state of half-undress.
I wish I looked like that. But I don’t and never will, but that’s ok. It’s only fair then that he, so much more attractive than I, can be with a woman who is on his level. It’s only fair, only right, and what’s more, I can’t get enough. My panties have been wet all night, but as we get closer to home, it’s become nearly unbearable with how damp they are.
I say “my panties”, but they’re actually hers. An expensive lacy pair that she had worn to our house when she arrived for their date. There, in the middle of our living room, she reached under her dress and slid them down her perfectly smooth legs, holding them out for me at the tip of one of her high heels.
She didn’t need to order me to put them on, I knew that was what she wanted. She wanted to feel how soft they were, how wet they were, to feel her wetness against my pussy, a constant reminder that she wasn’t wearing them, that she was free for him to take her at any time he wanted.
And now here she is, giving herself to him as I drive them home, the car rocking gently as they fuck wildly, losing all control, not caring who sees. At some point, her second breast was freed, both bouncing as she rides him, as he fucks her, as I watch. We’re getting close, but so are they.
Her moans turn to grunts as his fingers and cock work their magic on her pussy, making her cum. She gives herself over to the feeling completely, moaning, swearing, begging for more, even as he is deep inside her, putting on an outward show of the pleasure inside.
Her orgasm continues, ten seconds, twenty, thirty like it will never end. But even when it does, she doesn’t stop, if anything she gets more intense, riding his cock with more fervour, begging him to cum inside her tight, unprotected pussy, to fill up her tight cunt with his seed.
Within seconds of her begging words, he starts to cum inside her and she moans again, begging for more, for every drop, as she sits low on him, holding him deep inside her as he fills her with his cum, moaning with every twitch of his cock inside her until he is completely spent.
As we pull up outside the house, she climbs off him, pulling down her dress and tucking her breasts back inside. He sits there a moment, his cock still hard, covered in her wetness and the last drops of his cum.
“Keys”, she says to me and I hand over the keys to our house.
“Clean your hubby up”, she says, “but be quick about it, I’ll be inside waiting for my turn. ”With that, she wipes a little cum from her pussy and licks it clean, before leaving the car. I watch her perfect ass move towards the door, and then turn to the back seat. He looks at me and smiles as I lean between the seats and take his cock in my mouth, cleaning him up like a good whore wife does.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/115e18m/cuckquean_quickie_2_cuckquean_fmf_30s
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