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Sharon heard the door open and her ex say as they stepped over the threshold, "Gee, cunt it seems like we've been here all day but when I think back, it's really only been a couple of hours. And what a couple of hours, eh? It's still broad daylight out here!"
Damn, she thought, in utter disbelief that he would drag her around nude in daylight. I hope there isn't too much traffic to see me like this.
"Relax, cunt there isn't anyone around and besides even if there was they wouldn't recognise you any way. They would be too busy looking at your gorgeous body to worry about your face."
She had no way of knowing if he was telling the truth or not, but she did relax a little as they crossed the small parking area. Hmm, she thought, he's probably right. My eyes are hidden behind these wrap around glasses, I'm a walking advertisement for the sexiest corset I've ever seen and I'm wearing the most outrageous bondage collar; who the hell would even be interested at looking at my face. I guess I don't have much to lose really.
Still it seemed like several minutes before she heard the car door locks open and when the relative safety of the car at last became a possibility for her she did feel a wave of relief.
That wasn't too bad she thought, but even as the relief washed over her, the sound of car tyres crunching over the gravel of the car park plunged her back into despair. Fuck Adam, she thought, get the fucking door open, you bastard there's a car pulling in.
Still she hadn't heard the open and she thought that Adam must be deliberately taking his time. While she stood nervously waiting he took the dress from her, opened the back passenger door and placed the dress on the seat. She heard the gravel crunching under the other car's tires as it came to a stop very close to her, its engine running quietly.
"Fuck Adam get me in the car you bastard! There is someone there." He did nothing, leaving her standing facing the road and the other car with all her charms on full display.
"Yes there is cunt. Seems the neighbours are very friendly round here. Looks like they want a chat, isn't that nice?"
"No, its not nice. And I know you will want to whip me for speaking but for fuck's sake please get me in the car Adam."
"You're right cunt, I will want to whip you, but I can't over do it and you've already built up a big tally. So if you just shut up now and keep quiet until I tell you otherwise I will let the entire tally go. Do you agree cunt?"
She nodded slowly.
"Great. But I get your drift, we can't stand around here showing you off forever." She finally heard the door open. When he took hold of her firm tits and lowered her backwards into the car all she thought was, thank fuck, at last.
"Gee, cunt they really are friendly, they've come quite close so they can get a really good look."
Over the sound of the quietly idling engine, Sharon heard an unfamiliar, but very masculine voice, say "Thanks for the little show, mate, she looks fantastic. Love to see more of that sometime."
"No problem," Adam replied, standing beside the open door, "pleased you enjoyed it."
"Enjoyed it?" Sharon heard the voice say, "Mate, I loved it. That's hottest thing I've ever seen. In fact, I only stopped to get a better look, hope you don't mind."
"Oh, I don't mind at all. The cunt might not be quite so happy though."
"Probably not, but I guess that's her problem isn't it?"
"Well, I guess so," Adam said, "it's not worrying me at all."
"I can't believe I've finally seen someone who really knows how to treat a woman properly and is prepared to do it in public—"
"Stephen," the woman in the passenger seat interrupted angrily, "that's disgusting. No woman deserves such degrading treatment..."
"Don't bother with your feminist bullshit Jan, that's exactly how every woman should be treated," Stephen retorted aggressively. "If I had half a chance, you'd be running around like that too."
"In your dreams, Stephen, in your dreams!" Jan said as she leant across the car to address Adam, "You seem to be totally in control, unlike him," she went on, nodding her head toward her husband Stephen. "He wouldn't know what to do with a naked woman if he had one, not that your friend is naked though is she. Nice outfit she's wearing. Is it your wife or some whore you've rented?"
"The cunt? It's actually my ex-wife. It finally came to its senses recently and said it would do anything to have me take her back. As you can see I am taking it at its word. It's a lot of fun."
Both Sharon and Jan noted the way Adam talked about Sharon as an object, the difference was that for Sharon it was intensely humiliating and for the Jan just plain sexy, but there would be no way that she could ever admit that, to anyone.
"I'd really like to have a chat with you sometime soon," Stephen said man his business card out of the window of the high end Audi sedan, "here's my card. I've just about had all I can take from this bitch; she needs to learn to behave properly, too, like your ex. Could we get together? Would you mind?"
"No, I don't mind, not at all, love to." Adam said moving around to the driver's side of his own car to get his card, leaving Sharon sitting side-on in her seat, feet still on the ground wide apart, legs spread wide open and very much still on full display.
Although he couldn't hear exactly what was being said in the Audi, Adam gathered that a nerve had been touched. He caught a few words that sounded like Stephen telling his wife to shut the fuck up or she would be walking home dressed like the slut in the Beemer.
Walking back to the Audi with a big smile on his face, Adam thought, hmmm it might be very interesting when Steve and his wife make it home. I'd love to be a fly on their wall tonight. "Here you go," he said handing his card to Stephen, "I am semi-retired and have a lot of free time. Call me soon." He realised that he liked the look of the guy, "and we can arrange to get together."
"Thanks, I'll do that," Stephen said reading the card, "Adam."
"Is that your wife, then Steve?" Noticing that he not only liked the look of Stephen, but that his wife looked pretty damned useful.
"Yeah, that's the prick-teasing bitch!"
"Stephen, stop calling me that!" she said, "I'm your wife, for god's sake!"
"In name only, you stuck up, bitch! When was the last time you actually put out?"
"Hmmm," Adam said ignoring their spat and taking the time to lean into the driver's window a little and get a good look at the attractive, but conservatively dressed woman in the passenger seat. "She looks pretty good though, Steve. She's certainly got nice big tits, even if it's a padded bra. And what a lovely big cocksucking mouth too if I'm not mistaken."
"You're right about the tits, she doesn't need to wear padded bras at all..."
"How dare you talk about me like that with a stranger, it's...
"Would you prefer me to talk about you like that with our friends, Jan?"
"No, let's go home. This is disgusting!"
"Before I go Adam, let me just say that the bitch does have a good, big cocksucking mouth, she just needs to learn how to use it, she has no idea."
"You bastard," she said, "you can't talk about me like that to a stranger."
Adam with his head still at the window and picking up on her name said, "It's ok Jan, until a few days ago the cunt there couldn't suck cock to save itself either, but with some intensive practice it has already become really quite good at it. So there's hope for you too, you know."
"Take me home right now, Stephen. I never want to see this man again! Really!"
"Thanks for dropping by," Adam said mischievously as he headed back to his exposed ex wife.
The Audi continued idling and didn't move as Adam making sure the door was fully open, moved to stand completely to one side of Sharon so that he wouldn't obscure the view of the couple in the Audi. From this position he took Sharon's right leg in his hands and lifted it slowly into the car, but before he lifted her left leg in, he looked back over his shoulder toward the couple in the Audi who still had their eyes glued on the action in front of them, waved and slowly lifted Sharon's left leg in and fitted her seat belt. For the benefit of his audience he took Sharon's breasts in his hands and squeezed and twisted drawing a loud "Owwwhhhhh" from her before letting them go and giving each of them a very visible, good loud slap.
He couldn't know for sure that his little show had Stephen battling with a very hard erection, but he did think it was possible. Nor could he know that Jan was so turned on that she was literally soaking the leather seat under her.
"Now that was really hot," Stephen said to himself out loud as Adam finally closed the Beemer's door, "if we weren't in a public place, Jan, I'd throw you on your back and fuck the daylights out of you."
"Yeah," she said in a very shaky voice, "well we are in public place, so you're going to have to wait till we get home aren't you?"
"You're fucking turned on then aren't you Jan?"
"Sort of, I am feeling a bit hot that's all." She said unconvincingly as Adam's BMW pulled away.
"Bullshit! I know I've got a raging hard-on," he said grabbing her hand and putting it on the tent in his pants "and I'll bet you are soaking wet, aren't you?" Stephen said.
"No, I am not!" she told him defensively.
"Prove it, bitch! Prove you are not soaking wet and I'll never call Adam. But if you are wet, then I am going to take you home and fuck you senseless. Then I am going to call Adam."
"That's disgusting. I don't have to prove anything, just take me home." She said.
"No way, like I said to Adam, I've had about enough of you. You either prove to me right now one way or another that you're not soaking wet or we go our separate ways."
"What do you mean separate ways?"
"Separate! Divorce!"
"Are you serious? Would you leave me just because I didn't show you that my knickers are soaked or not?"
"You had better believe it Jan. I've just seen the hottest thing I've ever seen and I will have it myself, one way or another. It's your choice now."
