43. The Exhibitionist Wife Contd III

43. The Exhibitionist Wife Contd III
The man didn’t need asking twice.

He stepped up behind her, shoved his sweats down to his thighs, and rubbed his slick cock through her dripping folds.

Mark slid out of the car, pumping his dick slowly as he walked around to watch up close.

The stranger pushed in slowly, letting her feel every inch and vein.

Vanessa moaned loud, her head dropping between her arms, and tits swinging under her as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” the man groaned, pulling back and sliding in again, deeper.

Mark stood right beside them, his eyes locked on the sight of his wife’s pussy stretched around a stranger’s cock.

“That’s it,” he rasped, jerking himself faster. 

“Fuck my wife, good. Make her scream.”

The man set a rhythm; slow, deep strokes that made Vanessa’s whole body rock, her tits bouncing hard enough to slap her chin. 

Every thrust pushed a wet squelch out of her, cum and slick dripping down her thighs.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, fuck me harder…”

He grabbed her hips and slammed in brutally, the sound of his hips smacking her ass loud in the empty garage.

Mark stepped closer, reached under her, and pinched both nipples hard. 

“You like getting fucked by a stranger while your husband watches, you filthy little wife?”

“Yes—fuck yes—”

The man thrusts turned erratic, his hands gripping her waist tight as he pound harder and deeper.

“Ahhh! Fuck! Gonna come,” he grunted.

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” Vanessa and Mark chorused at the same time.

The man roared, slamming deep and unloading, thick ropes of cum filling her pussy until it leaked out around his cock and ran down her thighs in creamy streams. 

He shuddered, gave one last weak thrust, then pulled out with a wet pop. His spent cock slapped against his thigh, cum still dripping from the tip.

Vanessa, on the other hand, was still craving more; thighs trembling, pussy swollen, and glistening with the stranger’s load, but her hips were still rocking, chasing that final friction.

Mark noticed instantly, his eyes darkening with possessive lust. 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he growled.

Before the man could step away, Mark grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back. 

“Stay right there.”

He shoved two fingers into Vanessa’s cum-filled cunt, scooped out a thick glob of the stranger’s load, and smeared it over her clit in messy circles. 

Then he grabbed the stranger’s still-sensitive cock, aimed it at her pussy, and slapped the heavy, cum-slick head against her clit in hard, wet smacks that made her whole body jerk.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“Look at this pretty, used-up cunt,” Mark rasped, rubbing the stranger’s cockhead up and down his wife slit.

He pushed the leaking cum back inside her, then pulled it out to slap her clit again. 

“Look at that used up cunt… it’s so fucking beautiful. You’re so beautiful like this, my wife.”

Vanessa sobbed, her hips bucking, chasing her release. 

“Please, Mark! please…”

The man groaned, half in shock, half in renewed lust as his shaft twitched back to life in Mark’s grip.

Mark slapped it against her clit one more time, then dragged the head in slow circles, using the stranger’s own cum as lube. 

“Cum for me now, baby,” he ordered, his voice raw. 

“Cum all over this stranger’s black cock while I watch.”

His words, so dirty and obscene, shattered her.

Her back bowed off the hood, a broken scream tearing from her throat as her pussy clenched and squirted in messy arcs, soaking the man’s cock and Mark’s hand. 

Her thighs shook violently, semen and her own juices mixing into a filthy puddle.

The man cursed, his hips jerking involuntarily as another weak spurt of cum shot across her belly from the overstimulation.

Mark kept rubbing, slow and merciless, milking every aftershock until Vanessa was limp and whimpering.

Only then did he stop. 

He freed the man’s shaft from his grip like he was dismissing a used tissue.

“Thanks, man,” Mark said casually, wiping his hand on his jeans. 

“You can go now.”

Still stunned, the man fumbled for his cart and hurried away, his sweats hastily pulled up as he fled into the dark.

Mark turned to his wife, scooped her trembling body into his arms, and kissed her deep.

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

Vanessa laughed, breathless and blissed-out, cum still dripping down her thighs. 

“Best one yet.”