Another weekend, another stranger fucking my wife. I was happier about this week's situation than I was about last week's though. And that was because my wife, Becky, was actually involving me in this week's cuckolding festivities, whereas last week I had been excluded, forced to listen to my wife and a mysterious black man through his bedroom door and then sent home without even getting to see how much bigger the black guy's cock really was than mine (even though Becky told me all about his superior size in excruciating detail throughout the next week).
Tonight though, I had front seats to my wife's extramarital affair.
Literally, the front seat. I drove the car while my wife and her chosen bull for the night were in the back, all over each other, making out, feeling each other up and getting ready to fuck.
But I suppose I should explain how this situation came about before we get into the nitty gritty details of my wife with another man...
It started the same as last week with Becky dressing up in an insanely slutty dress (if it could be called that - she showed as much skin as a woman in a bikini) and me driving her to a club. Tonight though, Becky didn't have tunnel vision. Instead of waiting out for a man she desperately wanted to fuck, Becky was determined to play the field and have fun flirting with as many guys as she could. And from the very moment we walked in there.
Becky started by going straight to the best looking stud at the bar. She put a flirtatious hand on his forearm, leaned forward so he could have a better view of her ample cleavage and asked him to buy her a drink. The man was so taken aback by a sexy woman coming up to him and asking for a drink that he actually hesitated before calling the bartender over.
He wanted to dance but Becky had other intentions and let him down by patting his chest. Then she turned, took a long sip of her drink through her straw and surveyed the menu of men in the club. Becky's eyes opened wide and stopped on a group of men about our age.
She strutted toward the group with the confidence and sexuality of a movie star. Becky walked right through the middle of the pack, put her empty glass down on their table and turned back to face them.
"Care for a dance?" Becky asked them with the sluttiest smirk imaginable.
The men exchanged eager looks, licked their lips, puffed their chests out and checked out my wife's well-presented body.
"Which one of us did you want to dance with?" One of the men asked.
Becky shrugged seductively. "We're all adults aren't we? Don't you boys know how to share?"
With that said, Becky walked back through the middle of the group and towards the dancefloor. The men stared at her arse as she left and then ran after her.
They danced for ages and passed my wife around like a bottle of whiskey at a party. They took turns grinding up against my wife's body while the others formed a circle around them and watched. Becky loved their attention so much that she didn't even care when they started to reach out and grope her tits and arse and even her cunt. The men got more and more confident and handsy until they were all grinding her at the same time, making out with her and sliding their hands under her clothes.
I thought they were going to have an orgy right there on the dance floor in front of everyone. But Becky broke it all up to go pee, and came back from the toilet with another man. He held my wife's hand (the one with her wedding ring on it) and led her over to the lounge area. Becky sat on his lap and put her hands around his neck. They laughed, drank and flirted until Becky got up and hunted for another man to taste.
This cycle went on and on for hours - Becky getting random men to buy her drinks at the bar, letting random men dry-hump her on the dancefloor and fooling around with random men on the couches - until I lost count of how many men Becky had played around with.
She looked like she was having the time of her life too. Seriously, I had never seen Becky, or anyone else for that matter, so Goddamn happy. I wished with all of my being that I was able to make Becky that happy but knew all too well that I would never ever be able to.
It wasn't until long after midnight that Becky decided who she was going to let fuck her brains out that night. She decided the moment she laid eyes on him, coming out of the V.I.P section at the back of the club, wearing a perfectly tailored suit that clung to his body like it was a part of him. It was lust at first sight.
Becky got up off the man whose lap she was sitting over and strode over to the man as he moved through the club. The man had one of those better-than-thou attitudes and moved through the crowded club like the people around him were no better than ants.
Becky pushed her way to his side. The man noticed her out of the corner and did a double take. His jaw almost dropped when he saw the sexy slut that was my wife with eyes just for him. He stopped dead where he was and watched her approach.
Becky put a hand on his shoulder, got onto her tippy toes and rested her lips on the man's earlobe. I had no idea what she whispered to him but it was enough to drive the man crazy. I saw him gulp, adjust his boxers and then loosen his tie before looking back at my wife and nodding. Becky giggled, took his hand and led him over to me.
"We're going now." She said without even looking at me.
Then she was gone, leading the rich and important man out to our car. I followed, knowing what was about to happen, what my wife and this stranger both wanted.
The man already had Becky down on the hood of our car by the time I caught up with them. Becky had her legs wrapped around his waist and was pulling his face to hers with the man's tie.
I unlocked the car and Becky and her boy-toy for the night jumped up and climbed into the backseat. They were back at it before I even opened the front door.
Which brings me to where I started this story: me sitting in the front seat and looking at my wife and another man in the rear view mirror.
Becky's bull sat in the middle seat like a normal passenger. My wife sat on top of him in a cowgirl position, bouncing on his lap, her mouth pressed against his, her arms around his head.
The man groped Becky's back up and down, from her arse to her neck, and her thighs to her hair. Becky gasped between kisses so loud that I thought she was going to have a heart attack.
It was incredibly sexy. My wife and this stranger were going at it like teenagers with me less than a meter away and no door to obscure my view. It was both my deepest darkest fantasy and my most erotic nightmare come true!
I watched as the man ripped his lips from my wife's and pushed Becky's face to the side and then dived forward toward her neck. My wife's hair blocked the man from my view but I heard him bite and gnaw on my wife's skin. For a couple of seconds anyway.... Almost as soon as it began, Becky went absolutely wild. She howled and screamed and jerked and bounced. Her body spasmed in every direction and rubbed against the man's like they were sticks trying to start a fire.
Becky eventually looked up at the car roof, making a sound that I can only describe as a "pleasure-tantrum" and pinned the man's shoulders against the seat behind him.
Becky looked at the man and I imagined the expression on her face conveying something along the lines of: "Be a good boy and don't move while I get ready to give myself to you."
