Jack and Brenda drove home from the Whitaker's party in a frosty silence that was only punctuated by Brenda's occasional sobbing. A few minutes earlier, she had tried to cozy up next to Jack on the seat as they turned onto the secondary county road from the long driveway leading back to Gary and Shirley's ranch house. Brenda's hands had started diving inside Jack's pants with every intent of pulling him out in order to suckle on his thick cock all the way back home, but Jack had calmly told her to get her hands off of him while he was driving and keep her "drunken slut ass" on her own side of the car. It was all she needed to figure out that Jack was really pissed at her this time.
That meant Jack probably knew more about what she had been doing tonight than she had hoped he did at first. Jack had come storming into the leather working shop that made up part of Gary's garden shed out behind the main house and pulled Brenda up off her knees by an iron grip in the hair on her head. He had quick marched her through the house, using that same handful of hair, all the way across the patio behind the house and into the summer kitchen of the big old house while Brenda struggled to finish fastening her shorts. They had been bunched around her ankles while she was head-bobbing into Chris's crotch while he leaned back with his ass propped against the wooden workbench with his pants down around his ankles as she cleaned the cum and cunt juice off his cock.
At least she didn't have any panties to tangle up at her knees and keep her from getting her shorts up over her tight little ass and into a semblance of decency before they started walking past other groups of people inside the house as Jack made his way through the rooms to pick up their jackets from the coat rack by the door in the main entryway.
"Thanks for everything Shirley" Jack said to his stunned hostess. "Tell Gary the same, and I'll call him late tomorrow about the new plans we discussed earlier. Sorry to leave so early, but Brenda seems to need some fresh air, so I think we'll have to be going."
Jack was glad to get out of there as the snickering quickly escalated in his wake. He knew that Shirley would wonder about it and guessed that at least one of the people he had been walking with would enlighten her. The group he had been strolling with had rounded the corner together and stopped to watch the show through the new picture window in Gary's shed as Brenda, oblivious to the obvious, as usual, and with her back to the world outside, was straddling Chris's hips while he sat on the workbench. She was throwing her head from side to side in ecstasy while pounding her dripping wet cunt all the way down onto his long rope like cock.
Chris wasn't as thick as some men, but he made up for it in length, a full thirteen inches of rock hard shaft to go with his inch and a quarter of girth. He had all ten fingers dug deep into the flesh of Brenda's creamy white ass cheeks, guiding her quivering ass as she worked her talented hips in small circles and slid his cock back and forth through the fleshy lips of her steaming hot slit. This wasn't his first time with Brenda either. They knew each other well from when they were dating many years ago and there had been an occasional encounter during some of the more recent "play dates"; parties she and Jack had attended with others in their circle of swinging friends, and where anybody and just about anything was fair game.
But this wasn't a "play date" and Jack didn't even know if Rosie, Chris's wife and a nurse who often had to work nights and weekend shifts, was even at the party. Chris and Rosie were swingers and Jack knew it was possible she wouldn't care what Chris did. He also knew they were into mostly vanilla sex with multiple partners, so it's entirely possible that Chris had no idea Brenda didn't have Jack's permission to engage in sex with him tonight, let alone permission for herself to have any kind of orgasm, period.
Jack stopped the car at the end of the lonely gravel side road connecting Gary and Shirley's acreage to the main county road. Brenda was once again, trying to slide over and work open Jacks zipper so she could get to his cock, trying desperately to distract and deflect his anger at her. "Master, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to disobey you. I wasn't trying to cum. All I wanted to do was cheer Chris up because Rosie had to stay home and go to work later."
"You could have asked for permission, first, and you know it." Jack roughly shoved her upright and reached across her to work the door handle and shove the sedan's passenger door open. "Get your ass out of the car! I want your ass naked. Now!"
Jack got out of the car and walked around the rear of the vehicle to her side. Brenda hadn't moved quickly enough for him. He pulled her up by the arms until she was standing and ripped the tank top she was wearing over her head, throwing it carelessly over his shoulder and into the bean field behind them. The button holding her shorts together ricocheted off the car door and spun off into the night as the zipper below it also parted from the force of his anger. The crotch seam on the shorts also failed to hold intact against his anger and the ruined pants dropped to the ground at her ankles.
Brenda started to squeal at the rough handling and tried to cover herself with her arms. Jack roughly spun her around to face the car and pulled her arms behind her back, closing two burly fingers around her wrists in an iron grip against his thumb. Reaching into the glove box, he pulled out the set of steel handcuffs stowed there and used them to secure Brenda's hands.
Once again, Jack used a handful of Brenda's hair to guide and control his wife as he moved her back along the side of the car until he could force her upper torso over the rear fender and down across the trunk deck. She lay there sobbing softly as he bent to the side and picked up one of the sandals left behind as Brenda moved her feet rapidly in order to keep her balance just a few moments before.