The Caravan Park Pt 05

Chapter: 5 Enlightenment.

By the time we got dressed it was 7 o'clock and our reservation for the beachside restaurant was 8.

"We have to pick up Tim," I explained while, using a mascara brush along the length of my eyelashes.

"Where? from the gatehouse?" tried Jack, thinking he was being witty, but the joke was on him, Tim was making a real joke out of Jack in so many ways. I didn't give him the usual pity laugh at his poor attempt at humour, realising it was just a coping mechanism for what he lacked elsewhere and I wasn't about to let him make fun of Tim or think he was better than him in any way.

"No, we are picking him up from his place," I replied in monotone, not deviating from my makeup. I could see Jack, pulling his pants, his leaking, useless cock obviously uncomfortable from not getting release,

well now he knew what it felt like

I smirked.

Jack slipped his shoe on then the other, I noticed in the mirror he was watching my ass, that was garnished by thin black lace and a bra to match.

"You look amazing!" he stated, when he noticed me noticing his stare.

"Thanks," I said putting down my lipstick, as I puckered my lips together and went to the bed picking up the black dress, open back and low cut so Tim could get all the look at my chest he wanted.

"Can you zip me?" I asked sliding my ass into the dress, that barely covered it and holding my hair up in a bundle so it wouldn't get caught.

"Isn't that a little short?" asked Jack timidly getting up to get the zip.

I turned as he finished zipping and at the right angle could see my ass hanging from it, I smiled and answered definitively "Nope," dropping my hair to hang over my shoulders

"Come on, you're driving," I stated tossing him the keys, which he caught and fumbled slightly.

As we approached the car and Jack got in the driver's seat and I sat behind his seat in the back.

"Wait you're not sitting in the front?" he asked puzzled.

"I don't want to be rude and leave our guest alone in the back, Jack," I put on the voice that meant I didn't want to hear his retort and he simply raised his eyebrows and got in.

He started the car and as we left the caravan park, a mischievous idea began to blossom, from behind Jack I reached around Jacks seat, and fumbled for his zip, he jumped momentarily before he realised what was going on.

"Oh, hello, what's this?"

"Just a little fun," I confirmed with smoke in my voice, with an all but subtle and undetectable emphasis on little, I pulled out his cock and retracted my hand to spit on the fingertips, before reaching around again and beginning to massage his cockhead, not that it needed spit, his cock still leaking pre cum from before. I agonisingly slowly began to knead it through my fingertips.

"Oh, fuck that feels so good," he moaned, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel.

I jerked slow, excruciatingly slow, my eyes watching him in the review like a hawk watching prey, after five minutes I could feel his cock head swelling

"Oh, I'm going to cum, don't stop," he pleaded.

And I released him instantly.

"What?" he almost coughed out, taken aback.

I didn't answer I simply held his glare in the review before his eyes went back to the road. After 5 minutes or so, I reached around again and began to play with his cock head, moistening my fingers even more then before and applying harder pressure, but keeping the rhythm slow.

"What are you doing?" he asked squirming in his seat uncomfortably.

"Shut up and enjoy it or I'm going to stop, I told you-" I stated putting my lips in his ears "I tell you when you can cum," I finished licking his earlobe gently and grasping his shaft once really hard before returning to the measly hand job he was getting.

Within minutes again I could feel his cock head balloon up with pressure and just when I knew he was about to bust I let go and sat back.

He let out a frustrated sigh.

"Hey! I don't want any attitude, be thankful or you get nothing."

His lips pressed together hard to correct his behaviour and his eyes locked on the road, giving him something to take his mind of the blue balls that were obviously swelling in his pants.

The whole 30-minute car ride consisted of this and by the time we got to the front of Tims house, Max was hanging over the steering wheel, a man possessed by the need of an orgasm, sweat beading his forehead, and panting as he sat on the edge of release. The same way I had been doing. For. Years.

"Babe can you-" he began but just as he did the door opposite me popped open Jacks face screwed up momentarily, annoyed by the interruption, but then looked out the window to see Tims house, it was magnificent, four bedroom, double brick, two stories.

Tim hoped in the car, he looked amazing, he had a button up T shirt on and tight jeans that perfectly showed off his goods, Jack wouldn't have been looking but it was an amazing sight for me.

He ignored Jack completely as he entered and surprised me when he leant over the middle seat from his side and planted a kiss on my lips, his tongue dancing in and out "Hey Wifeslut" he greeted loud enough for my husband to hear, I looked to the review and saw Jack wide jawed and rage in his eyes.

I laughed as I pushed Tim off "Stop it!" I said with a giggle, my hands resting gently on his masculine chest.

"What the fu-"began Jack before I interrupted him.

"Oh, calm down, he was just saying hello," I snapped "I told you if you can't behave yourself..." trailing off, the threat not needing repeating.

"Are you kidding he was just kissing my wife!"

We both looked at Tim, who had a smug grin on his face, his cockiness made my pussy instantly weak for him, and a deep bellowing laugh echoed his throat.

"And he called you a slut!" continued my husband.

"I said calm down, he only did it to get a rise out of you," I defended, "don't be so jealous it's such a bad look."

He went to protest and argue so I rolled my eyes, grabbed the scruff of Tims shirt and pulled him in repaying the kiss, with a peck to satiate the rising discomfort in the car.

"And now your wife kissed him? You going to get angry at me now?"

Jack was lost for words.

"We spoke about this if you can't behave, take us back to the caravan park and Tim and I will go out."

Jacks' hands gripped the steering wheel again and I could hear the moulded plastic crackle under his tightening grip, for different frustration this time.

I changed my tactic "Stop taking things so seriously and we may be able to go back to what we were doing before," I whispered, and just like that I saw his grip loosen ever so slightly

Jack didn't reply, he simply put the car back in gear and turned off from the curb and I lay back in my seat laughing giddily "Ohhh tonight's going to be so fun!"

There was silence for the first few minutes before Jack began his antics.

"So, Tim..." my husband began and I could hear the faintly disguised venom in his tone "apart from working in a gatehouse for a caravan park, what else do you do? Study? Got a family... any aspirations?"

"Jaaacck," I interrupted, a warning for him to stop.

"What? It's just a question babe," he answered arrogantly.

"Jack stop, it's for your own good!" I warned.

"What!" he asked incredulously, chuckling as if he didn't know what he was doing, blowing off my words "we're friends, I'm just asking him a question trying to get to know this... upscale young man," he oozed with sarcasm.

The sentence was an attempt at a dig, to belittle Tim, to get back at him for the kiss, but Tim just laughed

"Nah! got not time for studies," he professed clear and honest, so sure of himself "spend most of my time finding pretty bitches to fuck from the caravan park, you know what I mean? Think I found myself a good one to."

Jacks jaw tightened as he looked back to see Timora taking me in, and I couldn't keep the smirk off my face,

that's what he gets for acting like a cocky brat

I thought.

Jack held back his anger and smoothed his voice out before replying "Haha, nice try buddy, but I think a little boy like you would have a bit of a hard time trying to crack that nut" he responded looking to me for support, of which he found none, my attention suddenly out the window at nothing in particular. If only he knew just how untrue the statement was he would have shut his mouth.

I went to tell Jack to quit it but Timora simply shook his head and held up a hand "Naw its cool" he stated noticing I was about to intervene, he didn't need me to fight his battles, he had already won, Jack was just a little slow on the uptake.

He turned his attention back to Jack "Yeah man, you probably right, but she definitely knows how to crack out a nut or two" he looked out the window like his words hadn't just silenced the whole car and dismantled all of Jacks false bravado.

Jack looked in the rear-view mirror and raised his eyebrows at me with a scowl as if asking

well aren't you going to help me here

, but I simply shook my head to confirm I wasn't going to get involved, if he wanted to pick a fight instead of taking my advice to keep it grown up then he could handle the repercussions, but jacks eyes narrowed, and I guess it's cause he saw I had gone slightly blush.

Once Jack knew he wasn't getting any backup he continued unable to help himself

"Watch how you speak about my wife kid," he jabbed

"Why don't you ask your wife who she thinks is the kid?"

"Oh yeah? And what does that mean?"

Tim starred directly into the rear-view holding Jacks gaze "She told me you aint never made her cum before," Tim stated bluntly with a big smile, fake laughing into his hand to add insult to injury.

I watched as Jacks eyes widened, then he tried to play it off as if he hadn't just been slapped by a truth bomb.

"Tim!" I gasped slapping his arm playfully, a grin creeping across my face, "I told you that in confidence!"

Jacks wind was taken out of his sail almost instantly and he looked at me in disbelief

"Are you kidding me Clara?"

I looked at Jack in the review and was lost for words before Tim continued.

"Hahah so it's true then? You aint never made her cum? Oh my god that is gold," Tim hooted rocking back and forth clapping.

Jack was lost for words realising he had outed himself "Well..." he stammered and tripped over what to say "It's none of your business anyway! You have no idea about relationships" he snapped at Tim "I can't believe your telling people our private matters," he grunted turning to address me disapprovingly.

I crossed my arms pouting "I told you to stop, not my fault" I dismissed him.

Jack murmured and grumbled to himself looking out the window trying to cool off, only half paying attention to the road.

I let out a sigh "Jack relax baby, it's not your fault, some guys just don't have what it takes" I explained reaching out and gently rubbing his shoulder, he shrugged me off, and I scoffed.

"Whatever, don't be upset, you started this and now you got embarrassed," I barked.

"Yeah, well I'd like to see you do better," he mumbled to himself loud enough for us to hear, but acting as if he was trying to keep quiet,

he just had to have the last word

I thought rolling my eyes, but then my stomach dropped as I looked to Tim, who looked at me like a shark that smelt blood in the water, a man rising to a challenge. I shook my head, as feeble an attempt as it may be, Tim didn't take orders from me, whatever he was about to do, he was going to do it and he expected my compliant allegiance.

"You'd like to see me do better?" he repeated my husband, mockingly, "That can definitely be arranged," he proclaimed self-assured.

"Pfft, whatever..." muttered my husband again under his voice.

Tim was silent starring at my husband in the rear view who could tell he was looking but was unable to make eye contact, silence lingered a moment as if Tim was wondering whether now would be a good time to shatter my husband's world or to string him along in the dark for a little longer.

"Whatever?" Tim finally began "Whatever? Man, you got some arrogance on you for a small dick white boi," Tim insulted.

My husband finally looked back at him in the rear view "Now listen here-"he began but Tim cut him off.

"Bitch get over here," he stated towards me but his eyes narrowing into a menacing snarl at my husband, the tension was thick and could be cut with a knife, but I complied unclipping my seatbelt and scootching to the middle seat, re-fastening my seatbelt.

"The hell are you-" started my husband looking to me before Tim cut in.

"Shut it, you been really mouthy this whole ride and I've been tryna be nice but imma bout to show you who else can get mouthy when they need to," he began.

He turned to me and in a soft but firm tone he stated "Take those fine ass tits out of that dress."

It was now or never I thought, I told Tim I would be his white little slut, that I would do anything to have him impale my aching cumhole on his cock and so I steeled myself.

I looked to my husband who seemed to have confusion plastered on his face now and before he could say anything I hooked my thumbs into my top and pulled down exposing my gorgeous tits to everyone in the car.

My husband looked as if he had walked into a lamp post that had appeared out of the blue on a side walk.

"Good, now come here girl," he ordered slapping his lap where he wanted me to be.

I leaned over Tims lap and he began to slowly massage and pinch my nipples glaring at my husband as if putting on a show for him, who simply sat stunned, words caught in his throat.

"Fuck not much to say now while I play with your bitches amazing tits," teased Tim menacingly.

Still all that escaped my husband was a choking stammering incoherent sound.

"Oh, fuck Tim," I moaned out without realising as he gently but firmly pinched my nipples and pulled them just enough to cause pleasure, it shot streaks of lightning to my moistening pussy.

He kneaded them for a moment more before realising I was wearing a bra.

"Oi slut, what's this?" he snarled grabbing my bra and tugging it into my view.

"A bra" I mumbled in reply to his scolding.

"And what did I say last time would happen if you wore a bra?"

I hesitated to answer as my eyes shot up to my husband, realisation that this wasn't the first encounter crossing his face, humiliating disbelief is all I could describe it as.

I went to answer when he reefed his hands away from my chest tearing my bra straight out of my shirt, holding it up in front of me as if waiting, and I knew what for.

Breathlessly I finally answered the question "You said you would rip them off me if you ever saw me wearing them in your presence" I submitted.

Jacks jaw dropped open and all he could do was shake his head.

"Now slut," snarled Tim, "Who got a tiny pink dick?" he pressed.

"My... my husband" I confirmed betraying him blatantly. Realising, my marriage was probably over.

"Who got the bigger dick? Me or this pussy?"

I flushed red "You..." I choked out quietly

"I don't think he can hear you!" pressed Tim, a sign he wanted me to be truthful.

"You!" I professed loudly.

"Who would you rather fuck your brains out, me or him" he pushed gesturing to Jack in the mirror. We locked eyes.

"You, Tim, please fuck my brains out," I choked out with shaky confidence,

"That's right" he agreed and he pinched my nipples hard once as a prize for my obedience, I arched my back and flung my head back a moan escaping me against all control.

Tim kept up a steady assault on my nipples while I lay almost paralytic to his touch, each movement of his fingers making my nipples harder and harder until they were sore and sensitive in the best possible way.

"What's the matter whiteboi? You got nothing else to say?" Tim poked.

Jack seemed to be in absolute shock still unable to comprehend what was happening, his body on autopilot as he drove the car, his eye captivated on us unable to pull away.

"Ay yo, remind me, who made you cum for the first time in your life, Wifeslut?"

Jack shook his head, a plead not to answer the question in the affirmative, as if he couldn't handle the answer, but Tims fingers had me mesmerised and I could feel his stiffening cock jabbing my side as I lay over him like a lap cat.

"You Tim," I confessed, his usual staunch persona, making my body hotter than an oven.

"How many times bitch?" he continued his mental destruction of Jacks masculinity

I moaned "So many times I lost count, babe," the pet name fell out before I was able to catch it.

"Man, your nipples are hard as ice bitch" Tim mused, beginning to stroke the length of my nipples gently.

"Tim wait... Tim, oh god..."

"Clara..." Jack finally gasped out watching my climax build

"Shut up and pay attention!" snapped Tim sharply, my husband falling back into his silent doom fall, as if wondering about the millions of outcomes of what was transpiring.

"Tim, you gotta... Tim..." I repeated feeling the orgasm teetering on the edge, worried what Jack would think that an 18-year-old could make his wife cum just by messing around with her nipples, and he couldn't no matter what he tried, but before I could do anything; it happened, a large and arduous moan escaped my lips and I could feel my pussy constricting, my moist panties sticking to her as she clenched up.

"Oh, fuck, no, not in front of my... husband... Tim, Fuck," I panted leaning my head back, his lips locked with mine as did his tongue, his eyes however remained locked like an animal on its prey to my husband in the rear view. And as much as I protested, the fact he did it in front of my husband made the orgasm so much better.

"Now wifeslut how do you repay me for that awesome orgasm?" quizzed Tim.

Without hesitation, I began to unzip his fly and my husband was on the verge of protesting when I flopped out a cock that looked like a forearm and suddenly whatever he was going to say got lost to his shock.

"Who got the bigger dick baby?"

I kissed the tip, his pre cum sticking to it as I looked at my husband with no more reservation "You do Tim."

Then I pounced down on his cock while Tim roughly grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down onto it, and I obliged willingly, from where my husband sat all he could probably hear was the slurping of my tongue and mouth servicing Tim.

"What's the matter?" pressure Tim "you keep starring, what's fucking you up more big mouth? The fact yo wife choking on my cock with no regard for you, or the fact you aint never seen a dick this big?"

Jack didn't respond... couldn't respond, and the less he responded and the more Tim was assertive and aggressive, the more I noticed I was rubbing my legs together to try and chase down the burning sensation building, if not for Jack, my hands would be in my pants rubbing my clit so hard, she would feel like she was a winning scratch ticket.

From there, the car ride was silent the whole time I choked on Tim's manly cock. "Fuck here comes your appetiser" he snarled as he shot a stream of his hot black seed into my mouth and... I swallowed it greedily in front of my husband. Shame washed over me with excitement and eagerness. After he had finished filling my mouth like a custard pasty he smirked "Told you someone else was pretty mouthy."

His words made me blush and I could barely look at my husband who was glaring at me in the rear view now, to ashamed to even try to hold eye contact with Tim and I felt frozen like a statue, dreading and anticipating simultaneously the arrival to the restaurant.

We pulled up moments later to the restaurant car park and I was still laying across Tim, breasts exposed face a mess, in bliss, the remainder of the ride had been dead silent, but the moment we arrived Tim simply popped the car door, getting up to jump out and moving me off him, I tucked my now braless tits back into my low-cut dress and wiped the remaining pre cum and spit from my chin licking the residue of my fingers.