This takes place after Wanda Backseat Observer.
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Wanda had been struggling with her emotions ever since her Valentine's Day encounter in her in-laws' garage. She knew what she should have been feeling was outrage at the masked man who pinned her against the wall and slowly penetrated her. In reality, the event had left her massively turned on.
While she had not orchestrated the events, it had been in Wanda's power to stop it. Wanda didn't want to alert her cousin Diana that she had been watching her encounter with her husband's friend Jacob in the backseat of a car.
Wanda kept quiet and stroked off her partner while he pressed his erection against her vagina. Wanda couldn't deny that she was highly aroused by the entire encounter. The dark setting of the garage and the Mexican luchador mask the man wore made it impossible to ever know who she had shared the experience with.
The fact that the man used her husband's childhood keepsake luchador mask only made the betrayal of her husband sweeter. By the end, Wanda found herself purposely spreading her legs to take the entire length of the masked man.
Wanda relished the feel as the masked man buried his cock to the hilt in her pussy. She could almost see the shock in the man's face through the mask as he gave Wanda his full length. His genuine pleasured and surprised half moan half expression alerted Diana and Jacob to their presence in the garage.
The man bolted out a side door and left Wanda aching for more than just one full pump. It was the first and only time she had ever experienced a cock outside of her husband.
Wanda had married her first boyfriend less than a year after graduating high school. Except for a blackout drunken night in Chicago Wanda had never strayed from her husband. In fact, her recent encounter in the garage had convinced her that nothing had really happened that night in Chicago. Wanda had never been sure how far she had gone in her hotel room with two of her college administrators and the hotel bartender and a baseball prospect from The Dominican Republic. Wanda remembered getting drunk and felt up and even sucking off the baseball player but couldn't be sure she didn't go all the way with anyone else while she was blacked out. She found two used condoms but didn't feel like she had sex. She had only been with her husband and didn't know if the administrators were too small to leave a physical impression the way her husband always had.
The masked man was smaller than her husband but she could still feel the remnants of his body heat after she had been with him. She was sure now that she hadn't had sex in the hotel room. If she had she would have been able to tell the next morning. It must have been the girl she had been rooming with.
Now that Wanda had experienced sex with another, she felt a new sense of power. She loved her husband dearly but had always subconsciously resented the sense of ownership he had always projected over her and her body. Now that she had experienced sex outside of marriage and her husband hadn't she felt a sense of power over her quietly physically dominant husband. Like she had put one over on him. True she had physically forced an encounter with Julie and another woman after her Chicago trip debacle by literally strapping Julie to the bed and pinning his face to the bed with her pelvis while her friend rode him to climax. The rage Julie flew into afterward left Wanda so scared she agreed to a future threesome with a girl of Julie's choice. Wanda had felt powerless while she waited for Julie to call in his promised threesome.
She had never really admitted to anyone what had happened in the dark garage. Julie didn't really know that she had taken another man's cock. She had said that the man had gotten scared and ran away before he could have his way with Wanda. She was unsure how much her cousin and Julie's friend Jacob had seen of the encounter. Wanda knew her cousin wouldn't contradict her story but she worried that Jacob might. Again another man held power over her.
Jacob and her cousin Diana became a couple and Wanda had to see him often. She wondered how much he knew when she would study his body language for a hint of what thoughts swam through his piercing blue eyes.
Julie had invited his bounty hunter partner Duane over to watch wrestling. Julie had recently gotten a series of tapes of Mexican wrestling shipped from family in California. Duane who grew up in Texas was quite familiar with luchador wrestling. Even if he didn't speak Spanish the kids he grew up with loved the wrestling midgets and would have luchador watching parties.
Julie had knocked Duane out when they had faced each other in the boxing ring. Wanda actually had a hand in her husband's victory over Duane when her father-in-law had ripped her blouse open in the crowd. Duane found himself momentarily distracted long enough for Julie to land a crushing blow that sent Duane crashing to the canvas. Wanda remembered the lustful look in Duane's eyes right before her husband Julie had slammed his fist into him. Duane was transfixed with Wanda's huge natural breasts. Her large dark brown areolas and nipples were rock hard from being exposed to a crowded boxing arena as cameras flashed around her.
If getting knocked out from one punch from Julie wasn't enough for Duane to swear off of Wanda, then witnessing Julie pummel a former world champion into retirement was. Wanda had dabbled with the idea of being a boxer herself and was supposed to be included on a card. The fight promoter had also signed the fresh from prison ex-champion and was trying to build Julie and Duane up for a rematch with the winner to challenge the ex-champ. Wanda and the three male fighters were supposed to do a photoshoot to promote the first series of fights. Of course, Wanda's undeniable sexuality was played up for the shoot. The ex-champ used the opportunity to cop a feel on Wanda. Julie responded by fracturing his skull and caving in his ribs.
Duane had been on his best behavior after that. Besides Duane liked working as a bounty hunter with Julie. Duane's big Texas attitude was an asset when it came to running down bail skips. Julie had a calm demeanor that played well off Duane's Lonestar state swagger.
Wanda found herself fantasizing about what it would be like to be with Duane. In high school, Duane and his friends had a drinking game they used to play when they watched Mexican wrestling. They would pick between the good guy and bad guy wrestlers and if your side won then the other guys had to do a shot.
Wanda had been with Julie long enough to know that the good guy wrestlers were called technicos and the bad guys were rudos. In Lubbock Texas, it was just good guys and bad guys. Duane was shocked to learn that in the early 80s they had run a storyline based on Star Wars. With Obie Juan and as the mentor to Estrella Guerrero who was the secret son of Padre Sombra. Once Julie explained it to Duane it was so obvious, The green midget wrestler, Buccaneer Manos, Oso Bacca, La Reina, El Gordo, Calzador, Los Soldados Sombras, all stand-ins for Star Wars characters. It was actually Estrella Guerrero's mask that the man in the garage had worn when Wanda had her encounter. For a little while, Wanda had fantasized that it was Duane behind the mask. Now he was just sitting next to Julie on the couch pretending he hadn't gotten a piece of his wife.
Wanda knew better though Duane was much taller than the man in the garage. It didn't stop her from pretending though. Wanda was getting hot under the collar imagining Duane joking with her husband to his face while secretly he knew what it felt like to be balls deep in his wife.
Wanda squeezed between the two of them on the couch. Julie draped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her to him. Feeling frisky, Wanda engaged in conversation with Duane.
"When you had luchador parties in Texas, did you ever invite girls?" Wanda asked.
"Not really, it was more of a guys thing. Most Texas ladies were kind of a little too dignified to get drunk and laugh at midgets." Duane said.
"Yeah, that's how Texas comes off to me." Julie said sarcastically.
"Yeah joke all you want we raise our young women to be ladies." Duane responded.
"So it never would have occurred to you to make your little drinking game into a strip game instead, with your Texas ladies?" Wanda asked naughtily.
"How so?" Duane asked his voice cracking noticeably.
"Same as your drinking game but the stakes are remove clothes instead of doing a shot." Wanda replied.
Wanda watched Julie's cock spring to attention in his baggy khaki pants.
"That's just not how Texas ladies act of a certain class." Duane said.
