Night Ride 1

Emily made her way to her car after a long night at work. This time, she wasn't with her loving husband. Loving, probably wasn't the right word. He was anything but loving to her; too focused on his job and acting bigger than he actually was, she never had any time to be intimate with him. Even when she did, he was quickly satisfied with his own accord, but not her's. When she found out that he was courting his office assistant, she had enough.

Emily hopped into the backseat of her tinted Chevy Suburban and quickly locked the door, sitting quietly until the interior lights went dark. She looked up in the rearview mirror at a calm figure that was sitting quietly on the third row seat.

"Good." She said. "You're here...we got twenty minutes."

"Are you sure about this?" Asked the man who sat in the back. "What about your-?"

"HUSH-...." Emily snapped. She stopped to regain her composure.

"I'm a grown ass woman with needs, honey. I know what I want. I know what I need...Even if he doesn't care."

She was already feeling aroused at the thought of how much of a power move this was for her. The figure was a friend from a past life. A happier, past life. He made her feel appreciated. A feeling she had missed.

"Stop talking...Fuck me up! Do it rough like we used too!" She growled.

She crawled to the back in her slit dress that stopped at her round thighs, stopping just below her ass cheeks. He didn't even wait as her beautiful silhouette approached him, using his strong arms to pull her up onto her knees, kissing her on the lips. They pulled away just enough for their tongues to dance in the air between them. All the while, Emily was effortlessly unzipping his jeans, whipping out his thick brown shaft and immediately slobbering all over it. He moaned, one hand gripping her phat ass and squeezing it while the other massaged her smooth back.

The feeling of his firm hands squeezing and rubbing her body was so foreign after years of neglect. Her pussy was wet and staining her dress as she continued to suck his member. She used her tongue to play with his pre-cum as it poured out of his tip and made strings in her mouth. The feeling was hot and intense against her pale skin on a cold, December night in the quiet parking garage.

"Fuck!" She shouted. "I've missed your black cock! Just fuck me already!"

He grabbed her by the hips and spun her around onto all fours. Emily used her foot to slide his pants down further as he approached from behind. Her glowing green eyes grew wide as he entered her tight chasm with ease.

"Oh...fuck...yeah, baby!" She moaned. "Fuck, yeah...fuck yeah...ooohh, fuck that pussy up!"

"You're so tight!" He said. "Ah, fuck!"

"I missed you, baby!" She said. "Use me like a slut! I need it so bad!"

He moved his hips forward and back, sliding in and out. They were both driven by pure, adulterous lust. It was wrong, but Emily didn't give a shit. The rear windows fogged up, giving them extra privacy, as she surrendered herself to him.

"Yes...yes...yes...harder baby!" She moaned. "Fuck me up!"

For the next forty minutes, Emily and her friend took each other on the deepest, sexiest and mischievous ride of the night. Each thrust of his cock, each squeeze of her vagina, sent them further and further. She slid two of her fingers around her pussy and his dick, making sure their juices covered her expensive wedding ring. Her husband had hurt her like no husband ever should, and she wanted to make sure she had the last laugh.

A lustful smirk grew on her beautiful face as she felt a forgotten pleasure. A jolt of joy peaked inside her as her heart beated intensely in her chest. Her beautiful nipples leaked, freezing from the cold air inside the Suburban as she began to climax all over her lover. She shook and drooled on the carpet uncontrollably as he continued to use her like an animal.

"Uuhhhhh, yeah!" She moaned. The woman pulled his long dick out of her, trembling as she twitched from the sensation.

"I'm sorry, baby." She said. "Not inside! Not tonight, but I'll make it up to you!"

Then, she spun around and gave him the sluttiest blowjob a man could ever receive. She worked her tongue around his shaft like it was ecstasy, addicted to its shape and texture, and to the sweet taste of his spunk. Her warm tongue made its way down his shaft, tickling his balls before sliding into his asshole. She propped his legs back, using her tongue to caress his prostate until his thick nut roped out, covering her arm and the carpet in a sticky mess. The air smelled like sweet sex as they both tried to catch their breath.

She made out with him, kissing his face and rubbing his chest through his soft shirt as his dick was still dripping.

"I have your number." She whispered in his ear. "Be ready for me."

Emily grabbed a towel from behind the seat and cleaned up the mess that they had made. When they were done, he hopped out and walked down the ramp to the lower level.

Emily fixed her hair and her face in the mirror before driving home.