42. The Exhibitionist Wife Contd II
42. The Exhibitionist Wife Contd II
Mark was still panting from the intensity of his orgasm, chest heaving.
He let out a shaky breath, grabbed a fistful of napkins from the glove box, and wiped the mess from his hand and the leather.
Then he tossed the used wad onto the floorboard.
Slumping back in the driver’s seat, sweat cooling on his skin, he turned his full attention to the show happening right outside the open passenger window.
Vanessa was already lost in it.
Her manicured hand was wrapped tight around the stranger’s thick, dark cock, pumping slow and greedy.
Her eyes were locked on his face like she was memorizing every twitch of pleasure she pulled out of him.
And her wedding ring glinted every time her fist slid up his dark shaft.
She rolled his heavy balls in her palm like she was weighing them, her thumb rubbing that sensitive spot underneath until his thighs flexed and his breath hitched.
Her thumb swept over the head on every upstroke, smearing the fat bead of pre-cum in slick, filthy circles until his shaft glistened.
The man’s mouth hung open, his eyes half-lidded, his hips rocking into her grip like he couldn’t help himself.
“F-fuck… yes… I like that,” he rasped.
Vanessa’s tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip as she leaned closer through the open window, watching him unravel.
She gave his balls a playful squeeze, then rolled them slow, feeling them tighten in her hand.
“You like that, baby?” she purred, her voice low and slutty.
“Feel how full these are? All for me?”
He groaned, nodding fast, his hands braced on the car door like his legs might give out.
Mark’s cock jerked against his thigh again, already half-hard from the sight alone. He slipped a hand into shirt and began playing with his nipple his as he watched his wife pleasure another man like a whore.
Fuck, look at her. My perfect slut.
Vanessa breath ghosted over the stranger’s cockhead, hot and teasing, making it jerk and leak another fat drop.
She gave the shaft one slow twist, then let her tongue flick out swiped across the tip.
The man’s whole body jolted, a strangled “fuck” slipping out as his hips bucked.
She smiled up at him through her lashes, wicked and nasty.
“You taste so fucking good,” she kissed the leaking head then sank her mouth down in one wet, sloppy glide.
The man groaned loud, his head falling back, one hand shooting to her hair.
“Oh shit… yes, ma’am… just like that…”
The wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet lot—schlick-schlick-schlick—mixed with the stranger’s ragged breathing and Mark’s low, approving groan from the driver’s seat.
Vanessa took him deeper, spit dripping down his shaft as she bobbed slow and filthy, her eyes never leaving his face.
She pulled off then dove back in, humming around him until his thighs shook.
Mark’s hand was now fully wrapped tight around his own shaft, stroking in time with her rhythm.
His eyes locked on the way her cheeks hollowed, and the way the stranger’s cock disappeared between her pretty lips again and again.
“That’s it, baby,” Mark rasped, his voice thick.
“Suck that fat cock like you were made for it. Show him what a perfect little wife you are.”
Vanessa moaned around the stranger’s dick, the vibration making him curse and fist her hair tighter.
She was lost in it—loving every second, every drop of pre-cum sliding down her throat, and every throb of Mark’s eyes on her while she pleased another man.
Her lips stretched wide around his girth, her tongue swirling under the crown, and cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard.
The wet schlick-schlick of her mouth filled the car, loud and nasty.
Vanessa moaned around him, the vibration making his cock throb against her tongue. She took him deeper, gagging softly but pushing through until her nose pressed against his hairy base.
Spit poured out, running down his balls and dripping onto the concrete below.
Mark’s hand was flying fast on his cock as he watched his wife worship a stranger’s dick right in front of him.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered, his voice thick.
“Suck that fat cock like the nasty cheating wife you are.”
The stranger’s hips started rocking, fucking her face in shallow thrusts.
Every time he hit the back of her throat she gagged, tears spilling, and mascara ran down her cheeks in black streaks, but she never pulled off. She just sucked harder, her hand pumping what her mouth couldn’t take.
After minutes of sloppy, wet heaven, she popped off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock.
She looked up at him, eyes glassy, her voice wrecked.
“I want more.”
Before either man could react, Vanessa twisted in the seat, shoved the door open, and climbed out.
The night air hit her bare tits and soaked pussy like a slap.
She didn’t care.
She turned, planted her hands on the warm hood of the SUV, and bent over, ass up.
The stranger stared in utmost disbelief. He still found it hard to believe he wasn’t in some sort of wet dream.
Vanessa looked over her shoulder, spreading her legs wider, and wiggling her ass.
“Well?” she purred. “Wanna fuck this pussy or just gonna stand there?”