41. The Exhibitionist Wife Contd I
41. The Exhibitionist Wife Contd I
✰The Exhibitionist’s Wife Contd’ : Cuckholding at the Parking Lot
The multi-level parking garage was almost empty at 1 a.m., just a few scattered cars on the lower floors.
Mark had chosen the top level on purpose: open to the night sky, concrete walls blocking most sight-lines from the street, the only light coming from flickering orange sodium lamps and the distant glow of the city.
Vanessa sat in the passenger seat of their SUV, heart hammering so hard her huge tits trembled with every breath.
The black tube dress she wore was obscene: stretchy, strapless, and barely covering the top of her thighs when she sat.
No bra. No panties.
Just the thin fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin.
Mark killed the engine and turned to her, his eyes dark with that delicious mix of love and lust that always made her melt.
“You ready, baby?” he asked, voice low, the thought of his wife getting used by a stranger in public already had him palming the bulge in his jeans.
Vanessa bit her bottom lip and nodded. “I’m already soaked.”
He reached over and tugged the front of her dress down in one smooth yank.
Her heavy tits spilled out, nipples stiff in the warm air, and pale skin glowing under the orange lights.
She moaned softly as the fabric bunched under them, lifting and presenting them like an offering.
Mark rolled the windows all the way down. The night breeze kissed her bare breasts, making her shiver.
They waited.
Then a couple,probably in their mid-twenties, stumbled out of the elevator laughing.
The guy did a double-take when he spotted Vanessa’s exposed tits in the SUV, his mouth falling open in pure awe.
His girlfriend noticed, smacked his arm hard, and dragged him away muttering, “Pervert.”
The guy craned his neck the whole time until they disappeared.
Vanessa’s pussy clenched so hard she felt a fresh gush of wetness.
Mark’s hand slid up her thigh, fingers tracing the slick skin.
“See? Someone will come, baby. Just wait.”
Minutes dragged.
Another car rolled past on the level below, it’s headlights flashing across her bare chest for a split second.
Vanessa’s nipples ached, desperately begging for hands, mouths, anything.
Mark kept stroking her thigh, higher and higher, until his thumb brushed her soaked folds.
“Patience, V. He’s coming.”
And then he did.
The maintenance worker appeared at the far end, pushing a rattling cleaning cart.
Late forties, dark skin, shaved head glistening with sweat, wearing a gray sweat and polo that did nothing to hide the thick muscle in his arms and chest.
A faded gold chain dangled around his neck, and a silver wedding ring glinted on his finger.
He’s Rough, and handsome in that working-man way that made Vanessa’s mouth water. He looked tired, but when his eyes landed on her tits hanging out the window, he stopped dead.
He stared.
Hard.
Vanessa didn’t cover up. Instead she arched her back, pushing them higher, letting the light catch every curve, every hard nipple.
She gave him a slow smile and jiggled her tits once, watching his eyes go wide.
He looked around (no one else on the level), then walked past slow, pretending to sweep, but his gaze kept flicking back.
He walked past the SUV the Second time , his movement slower and closer.
She jiggled again, letting them bounce heavy and free.
Third pass, he stopped right by her window, gripping the cart handle like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
She jiggled again, licked her lips, and crooked a finger.
His eyes dropped to her left hand, the diamond sparkling on her ring finger, and then Mark.
Mark’s eyes was burning with lust as he watched his wife invite a total stranger to grope her.
The worker dropped his broom with a clatter and walked over to the open window like he was in a trance.
Vanessa leaned forward, tits hanging heavy, nipples brushing the edge of the door.
“Go ahead,” she slurred seductively. “They’re all yours.”
“This… this your husband?” he asked, voice thick with disbelief as he nodded toward Mark in the driver’s seat.
Mark leaned across, smiling.
“I’m cool with it, man. This is our thing. Go ahead.”
The worker’s eyes went even wider, flicking from Mark to Vanessa’s bare tits and back.
“You sure?”
Vanessa answered for him, voice husky. “Of course. Go ahead. Touch me.”
He didn’t need more persuasion.
His rough hands shot through the open window, cupping and squeezing her heavy tits hard like he couldn’t believe they were real.
His calloused thumbs dragged over her nipples, pinching, rolling, tugging until she moaned loud enough for Mark to hear every filthy sound.
“Fuck, these are perfect,” he muttered, leaning in, and closing his mouth over one nipple. He lashed at it like a starved man, sucking and slurping hard.
His other hand mauled her second breast, kneading, lifting, and letting it spill over his fingers.
Mark’s hand was already on his cock, stroking slowly as he watched his wife get used by a total stranger.
The worker’s mouth was relentless: sucking one nipple deep, then switching to the other, leaving them shiny and red.
Spit dripped down her chest as he feasted, groaning into her skin like she tasted better than anything he’d ever had.
His free hand slid lower, pushing her thighs apart, fingers finding her soaked pussy instantly.
“Jesus Christ, so beautiful,” he rasped, sliding two thick fingers inside her without asking.
She was so wet they went in easily.
He started pumping fast while his thumb rubbed her clit in messy circles.
Vanessa cried out, her tits bouncing in his mouth as she bucked her hip.
Mark was breathing hard now, his cock leaking pre-cum all over his fist as he stroked himself faster.
“Finger that pussy, man. Make my wife cum for you.”
The worker didn’t need encouraging.
He finger-fucked her harder, palm slapping her clit, and mouth never leaving her tits; sucking, biting, licking like a man possessed.
Vanessa’s orgasm hit fast and hard, her pussy clenching around his fingers, squirting her juices all over his hand and the car seat.
He pulled his fingers out, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean right in front of her, eyes locked on hers.
Mark came at the sight, groaning loud, as his cum shoot across the steering wheel in nasty creamy patterns.
The worker stepped back, breathing hard, cock straining against his jumpsuit.
Vanessa smiled, her pussy still dripping.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He nodded, stunned, and turned to walk away, but then stopped.
He looked down at the massive tent in his sweat, then back at her.
“What about me?” he asked, palming himself through the fabric.
“I gotta go home like this?”
Vanessa’s smile turned mischievous.
She leaned toward the open window, her heavy tits swaying, as she reached out.
Her fingers found his waistband then yanked it down in one go.
His cock sprang free, thick, short and dark.
She wrapped her hand around it, gave one slow stroke, eyes locked on his.
“No,” she purred. “You’re not going home like this.”