How it started… part 10 [MF] [cheating]

The next day we all slept late then decided to meet some friends for a long and lazy lunch with a nice ocean view, B wanted to take his vintage car out for the day so while his wife continued to get ready (she’s more high maintenance than I am) I went out to the garage with him so he could check over the car. He didn’t even lift the bonnet up, just grabbed a fistful of my hair from behind and bent me over the hood of the car. He pulled my dress up, my knickers to the side and teased me with the head of his cock until I was wet enough for him to slide inside. He whispered quietly to me that we needed to be quick and that was all the warning I got before he started fucking me hard and fast. He pulled my hair, making me arch my back as he bounced my ass against his pelvis.

‘Oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck’ was basically all I could manage to quietly whisper.

B was busy holding me firmly in place with both hands as he pounded into me so I took the liberty of sliding my own hand under my skirt and spreading my lips open so that his balls could smack against my clit more.

‘Oh fuck, I’m close’ I gasped out as quietly as I could manage

‘Don’t you fucking cum’ he told me as his hand left my hair and pulled my own hand away from my pussy.

‘Fuuuuuck’ I groaned at the loss of direct sensation and tried to wrench my hand back away from him, but he held tight.

With only a few more thrusts he let go of me completely, pulled out and came on the floor of the garage.

I turned to look at him in disbelief.

‘Are you kidding me?!?’ I snapped at him.

He just grinned at me, the way he does, tucked his cock away and grabbed a grease rag to wipe up the floor. ‘You’ll get yours’ he assured me.

With that I turned on my heel and stomped off into the house. Frustrated would be an understatement. Within 8 hrs he’d now stopped me from having two orgasms and I was not impressed by him in the slightest.

When his wife was finally ready and I’d cooled down we headed off to lunch. B spent the entire time with his hand on my upper most thigh underneath the table, just occasionally letting his pinky finger brush against my pussy. Enough to keep me frustrated and on edge all afternoon but no where near enough stimulation for me to get the satisfaction I craved.

As the evening set in we all decided to go back to another couples place for one last hurrah before I had to fly home the next day. It was just me, B, his wife and the other couple…. they have the most amazing house and a full blown tiki bar set up on their back deck. I’m talking every type of booze you can imagine, bowls of fresh citrus piled up on the bar top and an industrial ice machine.

The husband thoroughly enjoys playing bartender so any wild cocktail we could come up with he’d gladly make for us, including at one stage a flaming volcano bowl for me. They were beyond generous in their hospitality and we were all hammered in no time.

We all laughed and drank until the early hours of the morning and B and I kept our hands to ourselves except for a sneaky nudge of a knee as we sat at the bar or a ‘friendly’ drunken hand placed on my thigh or his arm.

Once we decided we needed to call it a night B called a taxi to take us back to his place, while we waited his wife fell asleep on our friends couch. I saw B’s eyes light up at the opportunity he could foresee.

He told the couple he and I would head home and leave his wife to sleep off the alcohol as he’d be coming back this way in the morning after dropping me at the airport. Everyone decided that was a good plan, it seemed pointless to disturb her.

B and I could not stop grinning at each other, eyes shining and bright knowing we had an ENTIRE night together, I don’t know about him but I know for sure I was excited about the idea of getting to fall asleep in his arms and wake up next to him the next morning.

But it wasn’t to be….. as soon as the taxi beeped for us from the front of the house his wife woke. He tried to convince her she should stay anyway but she was insistent she come home. We poured her into the front seat of the taxi where she promptly fell back asleep.

B and I were in the backseat together and barely around the corner and out of our friends view before his fingers were inside my panties. I let out a tiny sigh of pleasure as I spread my legs to give him more access. He rubbed my wet and still desperate pussy slowly, the lost orgasms, the days teasing and the anticipation of going home with him alone had already gotten me a good head start. He concentrated on circling around my clit and running his finger up and down my labia but not pushing inside. I bit my lip and sighed a bit louder and this time I just happened to look in the drivers rear view mirror at the same time the driver did. Our eyes caught and I knew he could tell what was happening back there. I was pretty drunk and my usual embarrassed reflex seemed to have gone missing so I boldly held his gaze until he was forced to put his eyes back on the road.

When he did I shot B a look and indicated my head towards the driver letting him know we had an audience. He took this as his cue to show off. He pulled the leg closest to him up on to the seat, got as much slack as he could in his seatbelt and lent over to bury his face in my pussy. I kept my gaze fixed on the mirror as I let out a slightly exaggerated moan. Just loud enough to catch the drivers attention again but hopefully not loud enough to wake B’s wife. It worked. The driver glanced back to his mirror and without hesitation adjusted it to view the backseat more clearly.

B’s magical tongue was hard at its favourite work, he licked my pussy long and slow, pushing his tongue further and further inside each time he swept over the opening. I thrust my hips towards him showing him I wanted more and he read me the way he always did and slowly started to build up speed and pressure before finally focusing all his attention on my needy clit.

His tongue flicked and his lips sucked and slurped at that oh so sensitive spot and it wasn’t too long before my hips were pressing up to his mouth again, my hand clenched tightly into his blonde hair as the orgasm ripped through me.

Heat flooded me from my face to my toes and I bit my lip so hard I’m still surprised it didn’t draw blood.

I’m not sure if the driver watched me actually cum or not, I had my eyes closed, but I looked back to the mirror as I sat up and readjusted my clothes, while B ran a hand over his wet mouth to wipe away my glistening juices, I saw the driver shake his head incredulously and turn his attention back to the road.

Within 10 or so minutes we were at B’s address. He paid our fair and tipped VERY generously before we got out of the car and hauled his still sleeping/passed out wife inside and put her to bed.

We kissed briefly in the hallway but it was only 5 hrs until my flight home so we reluctantly parted ways and went to bed to get some much needed sleep.

The next morning B and his wife took me to the airport and saw me onto the plane. It was just as I sat in my seat that I got a Snapchat from him of my own ass…. apparently my pale pink dress very clearly showed my black lace g-string through it and I’d unknowingly given the entire airport a show, no wonder he’d walked behind me the entire way.

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