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Your wife couldn’t have felt more exposed as she walked to meet you for brunch wearing, following her boss instructions, an intentionally revealing dress and nothing underneath. When you meekly said something about it she asked, “are you going to confront him,” and took your silence as an answer and added, “I knew you wouldn’t.” For some weeks she wore very revealing dresses at home but didn’t allow you to have sex with her. One day she told you to drive her to his house to stay there both weekend days. She chose some very low-cut short dresses and told to shave her pussy.”

Your wife wasn’t yet ready for her date when you called, she was taking her time to look beautiful and sexy for her lover. Later, though, she put on a show for you, allowing you to see how lovely, captivating and seductive was the woman he was going to fuck instead of you. The lucky *** was going to fuck your wife.

“I said about three o’clock” my wife called down to me as she was getting ready. I shouted up, “OK”. Shortly after she came downstairs. She looked gorgeous and sexy and she reminded me why I fell in love with my wife in the first place. “How do I look?” she asked. My stomach churned. “He’s going to want to fuck you on the spot.” I answered

Half an hour’s drive later we stopped outside his house. “I’ll try to keep you up to date,” she said. “But he doesn’t like his face in pictures.” Then she looked at me with that look on her face . “Thank you for this. I love you so much.” She got out of our car and headed for his door. I drove off to a multi-storey car park in the town. It was a Sunday so it was quiet. I headed up to the top floor which waa empty.

And that’s where I am now. Imagining him opening the door to her, guiding her inside, taking her in his arms and kissing her, his tongue probing into her mouth and hers rolling urgently around it; his hands roaming over her body and hers pressing him to her. I picture him clutching at her round arse and firm full breasts, and her reaching down between them to caress his crotch, feeling him harden under her hand. In my mind I see him undressing my wife as he takes off his own clothes and a knot of excitement and jealousy forms in my stomach.

My phone buzzes. It’s a video. My wife is naked and on her knees before her bull’s long, thick, black cock. She’s looking up into the camera as she takes it into his mouth, lovingly and adoringly. I can hear him grunting and saying ”Yes..you are a great cocksucker”. I imagine her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue rolling around his crown and my own cock gets so hard that I need to unfasten my pants pants and take it out and hope that the cameras in the car park aren’t too good.

Another buzz. It’s my wife’s arse. I kind of love it that I can recognise my wife by the curves of her buttocks. But here the tip of a big black cock is gliding between the lips of her moist and ready pussy. I watch as with a long slow thrust he penetrates her and hear her moaning “Oh God yes…fuck me”. In my mind I watch my wife on all fours, panting as his cock pounds into her over and over as a sheen of sweat builds on her body. I stroke harder, that knot getting harder and harder in my stomach as I imagine her clutching at the sheets of his bed, panting and moaning.

Another buzz. It’s confused. She’s holding the phone in her hand and directing it at her face. It’s moving rhythmically as he fucks her and her face is convulsed with pleasure. Her mouth forms a perfect O and her eyes close tight and I know she is cumming on his cock.  and I imagine her clutching at his back as her legs tighten around him and urging him to his own orgasm, begging him to fill him with his seed .

I grab at a tissue from back seat of the car and hold it over the crown of my cock as I empty into it. My phone buzzes. Another video clip. It pans down from my wife’s flushed face. She is panting and her eyes are gleaming. Down over her sweat-gilded breasts and over her palpitating stomach. Down to her crotch and her open, used pussy; his slick white semen seeping onto her sweaty thighs.

A text arrives a few minute later. “Maybe you should go and find dinner Honey. We’re going to go again. Love you xxxx”

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