Cuckolded In a Car Park By a Stranger, Cuckold Humiliations #4
After watching her give a friend from work head in the restaurant bathroom, now he has to watch this man fuck her live. And soon there is another twist...
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A Year of Cuckold Humiliations — He Cheats On Her at the Christmas Party
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Her husband felt a renewed excitement. What had she got in store for him in the car park? He knew the one she meant. It backed onto the row of old buildings in which the restaurant he’d been humiliated in, sat. It was dark and sometimes crowded with cars parked at all angles. He wouldn’t have parked there, but he imagined a lot of nightclubbers went to fuck there.
He came into the car park and found it pretty much empty. A few cars dotted around at funny angles like they had been here since it was hard to find a space during the day.
It didn’t take long for him to find his wife. He had heard her already.
“Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Harder, you bastard. Fuck me. Fuck me! I’m going to cum again. Oww yeahhh ughhhh.” And she did. She came very hard. Her friend from work was a lot younger and had a lot more energy than her husband. It was also obvious that he lusted for her in a way that her dumb, cheating husband no longer did.
Bent over a random car in the middle of the car park, she was in her element. She had found what she was good at. Her friend, Kaspar, had been shy about getting his cock out in public and pushing it in her from behind, bent over a stranger’s car, but she hadn’t. She would smile for the CCTV if there were any in here; she didn’t bother to look.
Let the security men wank off to her show. Let them release it on the internet for a thousand others to cum to her. It only made her hornier, her orgasms more intense, to think she might be entertaining a lot more than herself and her friend. She was going to do what the fuck she liked now. Policeman arrest her? No way, she’ll let them fuck her with their truncheons, both kinds, and they’ll happily let her screw anywhere.
She was so high she didn’t notice her husband, David, walking nervously towards them.
She jumped when he came into her view, from where her hands lent on the bonnet of a very sleek BMW. Kaspar didn’t look up and simply kept his youthful thrusting.
“Shit, David, you made me jump! I hope you don’t mind waiting for Kaspar to cum in me before I let you have a go, right?”
“No, I don’t mind.”
“Good. Cause I don’t care if you do mind David. This is the fucking I need. You can have sloppy seconds because I’m charitable. Oh, Kaspar. Kaspar! Do me. Do me like you do your girlfriends.”
For a moment, she checked herself. She was going to get real dirty. Say some terrible things. Very naughty things, but she chickened out. The next time, she wouldn’t. She’d say what the hell came into her twisted brain. She knew Kaspar had a girlfriend, and it thrilled her to make him cheat on her with him. All this had started from her husband’s cheating, but the hypocrisy didn’t matter. Cumming again is what mattered, this time while watching her husband’s hurt face. Oh, hell, did she enjoy that!
And she did! She squealed for her third orgasm, and Kaspar started making noises like he was about to fill her womb.
“Hey! What you doing? Fuck off my car, you tramps!” An angry male voice echoed around the buildings, and Kaspar slowed, almost to the point she thought he might come out of her. She didn’t want that.
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