It had been a long time since my wife and I had been out on our own without the ******* tagging along and tonight was Valentine’s night, a special night when we enjoy a romantic evening out. We arranged for our most reliable babysitter and she showed exactly on time, 15 minutes early, 'on time' for her.
We had booked a meal at our favorite restaurant and Claire as always had dressed as I love her to. She looked a picture in her blouse and skirt and as always I was very proud of her. Our sitter even commented on how nice Claire looked.
We arrived at the restaurant a little early, to find a queue waiting for tables to become available. Claire and I got chatting to a man in line with us. He was 30ish, somewhat younger than myself at 51 and a little younger than Claire at 36. He was about 6 feet tall and of muscular build, dressed impeccably. He was intelligent and witty and soon Claire and Matt chatted like they had known each other for ages.
Their chat was interrupted when Matt’s Mobile began to ring. He answered and by the look on his face we could tell it was bad news before he even chatted back to the person on the other end. After the conversation had finished Matt said that his girlfriend wasn’t able to make it so he would cancel his meal and go home.
Claire stepped in and said “nonsense you can share our table, let’s have a meal and try to cheer you up.” I couldn’t believe it, tonight of all nights, it was St Valentine’s Day and my lovely wife was offering to share our time with this stranger we had just met.
Our table was back against a wall and was one of those booths with a round leather seat that allows you to sit in a semi-circle around the table. It also allowed people to sit right up against each other if so desired. Before long, Matt, (I didn't notice it at first and when I did, there he was, already slid over), he was pressed right up against my wife, who was seated on my left.
As a matter of fact, he was now seated closer to her than I was, and his right thigh I could see was against hers.
As the evening progressed and the wine flowed they both became a little tipsy which was a bit frustrating for me since I was staying sober so I could do the driving. Their subject of conversation soon became one that I had little knowledge of so excluded me and I had to sit and watch my wife getting on really well with Matt.
Claire was so relaxed and taken by him that she was drinking more than I had ever seen her do. Matt kept putting his hand on her thigh, very briefly at first before returning it to the table. He, I think, was testing me as, glancing across at me with a smile on his handsome face from time to time.
Seeing that I was either unwilling or unable to object he put his hand there for longer periods of time until it seemed to live there.
This was my loving wife, my faithful wife whom had been a virgin on our wedding night and who was the mom of our children. Far as I knew, and I'm pretty sure, she has never cheated. What is she doing? Claire was either oblivious to his hand on her leg or enjoying the attention. She was looking over to me less and less as their eye contact was more and more intense, but for some strange reason I felt powerless to intervene.
Matt’s body was now turned towards Claire and I could see his hand stoking her naked thigh above her stocking tops and playing with her suspenders, the ones I bought for her, the ones she wore to please me. This wasn’t like Claire, she never allows me to do such things to her in public. But here she was allowing Matt, someone she had just met, to caress her thighs.
In all the years we have been together we have never played outside of our marriage. I felt something stir inside my trousers and to my annoyance found that Matt and Claire’s display was turning me on. How could my inadequacy to intervene be a turn on? I just sat watching them become more and more friendly while I was waiting for the meal to end so I could get Claire and myself away from the situation we were in.
Unfortunately as the meal drew to a close Matt suggested we go to a nightclub to finish off the evening. I noticed when the check came the waiter sat it down in front of me and Matt neither offered to pay for the meal, or even leave the tip.
I glanced at Claire as I signed the check and the waiter handed me back my card and she didn't even seem to notice or care that I was paying it all.
Claire doesn’t dance so we don’t go to nightclubs. But here she was eager to go with him. I couldn’t believe it, but went along with the decision and as I got up I felt a little uncomfortable in the trouser department.
My cock was rigid and still pointing down my left leg and needed to be adjusted to the pointing up position, but I was unable to do so as they were following me. Yes, both behind me.
Matt took hold of Claire’s hand as we left the restaurant and he guided her to the shop window side of the pavement making sure that there wasn’t room for me next to her. I walked next to Matt and looked across to my Claire, my beautiful Claire as they chatted quietly so that I couldn’t hear.
They were walking very slow as he moved his arm over her shoulder and rested his hand over her left breast on top of her blouse. She made no attempt to move it and after more chat she reached down and opened the top two buttons giving Matt possible open access to her magnificent breasts.
Claire's breasts are magnificent, like two large apples in size and shape, and designed to fit and fill a man's hands perfectly.
I couldn’t believe the transformation. My Claire was doing this in a public place, for anybody to see. Taking advantage of this he slid his hand inside her blouse and under her black bra cup, feeling her naked breast.
This was getting to be a bit awkward for them to be doing while walking so he pulled her into a closed shop doorway and taking her into his arms kissed her fully on the lips.
I heard my wife whimper and then my heart sank as I saw that she was not trying to resist. Instead, she was responding to him. Then a feeling of excitement took over as she returned his kiss, their hands all over each other, kissing and fondling each other as I tried to shield their actions by standing in front of them looking out into the street.
I kept glancing back like a peeping tom watching his hands disappearing under her skirt as they made their way up her stocking clad thighs to fondle and caress her buttocks, as she was wearing her black thong tonight, he must have been feeling her delightful naked buttocks.
Keeping his hands under her skirt he kept one on her ass and moved his right hand to the front as she started giving out sounds only heard in the bedroom before. He had Claire in ******* as his fingers went to work in what I can only imagine as being a very wet and inviting place.
My wife spread her legs further apart and leaned her body up against the wall. With her back against the wall now she was facing full front to the street. With his hand under her skirt it was being pulled way up which was resulting in her thighs, both of them being revealed all the way up to her panties. Sure enough, his hand was both on and under her panties.
Just then a younger couple came walking by and I could not keep them from seeing my wife as her lower half was being exposed in public. As they slowed they ignored me being in front and stopped so that they could get a longer look as I again turned my attention to my wife.
“Ooooooooh, Mmmmmmmm, Uhhhhhh!.”
I was in shock when she suddenly started moaning! Matt had her panties pulled completely to the side and her pubic hair, some of it was being revealed and my wife was shaking her head from side-to-side and thrusting her hips against his finger and having an orgasm in the shop doorway given by a man she had just met.
If I was seeing her vagina lips stretched around his shiny with wet finger then they must be seeing it too! Claire was either unaware that she was out in public or didn’t care.
I wasn't even trying to block their view any longer. This was so hot, I strangely wanted to share this moment with that couple. I couldn’t believe that this was happening and I just stood and watched it without being able to do a thing to stop it. I wondered what they are thinking behind me.
Maybe he wanted me to hear, maybe not, but the male half of the couple behind me said, “He’s really banging her with that finger! I’ll bet that before long he’ll be banging her with more than just that.”
“He's just standing there. Do you think that is her husband watching,” I heard her ask, and my face turned red as I turned my head to see them and nodded 'yes.' I don't know what kind of face the man made but she looked shocked to see me admitting it. This was so hot I had wanted them to know what is happening.
I couldn't help but to notice how cute she was, with her very short skirt and low cut top. But I wasn't interested in her as I had eyes only for my wife at this time.
When my wife had orgasmed and quieted, I heard the girl half of the couple saying, "I hope he gets to fuck her," and with her giggling as her eyes met mine for a brief second, they slowly moved on. I am pretty sure she meant for me to hear her wish.
She had said it so loud though, that I think Claire might have heard.
My loving wife Claire, that until this night had always been so conservative in nature, shy about her body and never really displaying it in a way that would attract other men, at least she was that way when I was with her. And now, she had allowed a stranger to finger and bring her to orgasm in public! Well, maybe it was in a darkened doorway, but it was public to me.
I was just turning back to watch my wife when Matt brought me back to earth by turning and inserting his fingers into my mouth and told me to taste her juices. In my mouth he shoved them. With my wife’s juices on his fingers! Three of them.
He was taking charge.
I meekly did as I was asked and licked his fingers clean. My cock was ready to explode as he took her hand and we carried on walking towards the night club area of town.
I was so glad that couple had moved on. What might they have thought if I had sucked his fingers in front of them?
A strange and very cute young girl had said she hopes this man gets to fuck my wife, and I was torn. Do I want him to? Does my wife want him to? Should I allow it to happen? Yet, I knew already, if my wife allows it to continue, I won't be able to stop it. Besides, Matt had already demonstrated not only his total control of my wife, but of me as well.
Claire’s body was now closer to Matt’s as I walked behind them trying to conceal my excitement. Matt had his arm around Claire’s waist as he guided her into a dimly lit entrance to a basement nightclub, pausing to instruct me to pay they then walked straight in, nodding to the doormen as they passed.
I paid for all three and had to hand him an extra fiver when he sort of thrust his hand out a second time. while knowing full well that neither I nor my wife were really interested in going into a nightclub. Not our thing.
Besides, my wife doesn't like to dance, like I said.
Where'd they go? Where did he take my wife?
I couldn’t find them as I went into the main floor area as it was very dark, so I stood at the bar hoping that my eyes would get used to the lighting. The music was very slow and seductive, not at all what I had expected, and I had to admire Matt on his choice of club.
After maybe five minutes I caught a glimpse of them at the back of the crowded dance floor. Claire was standing very close to Matt with her lips to his and her arms around his neck. Matt had his hands on her buttocks and was moving them slowly up and down.
They looked like a couple that are very much in tune with each other. I could only stand and watch in a state of Jealousy mixed with feelings of inadequacy, but strangely enough sporting the same erection that had been with me since the shop doorway and seeing Claire in his arms made me even more excited.
They were dancing. My wife. Dancing now with a stranger when she supposedly doesn't dance.
I had paid good money so this man can use my wife any way it pleases him it seemed.
I didn’t know what he carried in his jeans, but I knew now that I wanted this man we had just met to satisfy her like I could never do. Claire and I had been a good fit in the beginning, but after her having our children the fit was never the same. When my wife got good and wet I could barely feel the sides of her vagina at times, and I suspect it affected her the same way.
She had never voiced any concerns but I knew I was no longer able to give her that feeling of being stretched as before. She still climaxed with me, but not as easily or as often as before and it took more work and time to get her there. The orgasms, when she had them, usually came from me making some kind of contact with her clitoris only.
Finger her while kissing to orgasm. Eat her until she cums, almost a sure thing. Fuck her, usually only happens if I lay right on her clit and grind away, but even then it only happens when the mood is right and she is ready.
Plus of course, we are no longer new to one another and mysteriously exciting. Matt, it appeared, might be able to bring some of the magic back into our marriage, if only for a night, this night. He's new to her, and probably mysterious. Is he larger than my average length of almost six inches long and on the slim side of five around? I wanted him to be, but not way bigger.
I wanted Matt to match Claire sexually and leave her fulfilled. All the time we were in the club they never stopped dancing and never looked around for me, only had each other in their thoughts. Wanting to be sure to stay sober I nursed one ******* the entire time.
I even took a trip to the head and had a healthy piss, returning to the front to see my wife still in chosen place, in his arms. At one point I saw Claire go to the lady's room, and Matt went to take his piss. I almost followed him in, wanting to see if I could get a glance at his cock over the urinal, but didn't.
Finally after almost an hour they left the dance floor and headed for the door. They didn't even look around to see if I was aware. At this point I was beginning to wonder if I even had a marriage left. My wife, it appeared, had completely forgotten me, her husband, or so it seemed.
We had so much time, effort, even money invested in our marriage. Three *******, two still at home, one in college, a nice home, good jobs. Why would she do this, ignore or forget me, her husband, so she can play with this man?
I paid ten apiece plus a five dollar tip for this? At least they didn't order any drinks. I am sure Matt would have told the bartender to have me pay.
I left the bar and caught up with them as we left the club. Claire I noticed, wasn't even looking back for me. When he spotted me, Matt told me to lead the way to our car and for the first time since the restaurant I took the lead, but not control. Opening the car door they climbed into the back and Matt told me to drive to a quiet spot where we would not be disturbed.
There was no doubt now, Matt is going to fuck my wife, and in front of me she's willing to do it apparently.
I was thinking; if I protested, tried to bring this to a halt, how would she react? I was afraid to test it. Besides, I wanted to see her being fucked.
As I drove I could see them in the mirror each time the car passed a street light. Claire was kissing and caressing him as his hands went under her blouse and skirt and my cock was stretching my trousers to the bursting point. He had her blouse open, kissing her nipples and fondling and cupping her breasts.
******* was rushing to my head in the same way it was filling my cock, and I almost felt dizzy as I drove and had to use a lot of concentration on my driving while trying to concentrate on what is happening to Claire in the back.
I searched diligently for just the right place to park. No, not there, too dark. No, not there, too public.
Finally finding a car park in a wooded area on the outskirts of town I parked where a street light would be shining into the car and turned to watch as they continued their heavy petting session. I had turned the car in the lot where the light would be shining through the windows on the left side of the car, where Claire was seated. When things happen to her, I wanted her to be fully illuminated.
It didn't seem to bother either of them that I had parked near and under a light that was streaming into the car through the side windows. Matter of fact they might have wanted me to.
My cock was dripping so much in my pants that I had no choice but to pull it out and stroke it, but slowly so I wouldn’t cum. Seated and with just my fly open I could only grasp the top three of so inches of my not quite six inch cock, so I was doing the best I could.
Two, then three minutes went by, and I gasped when I saw what my wife pulled out of his pants. She had wrapped the fingers of one hand around it, and it looked like he had another two hands worth above and below it. Of course her hands are smaller than mine, and for a brief second I wondered what it would look like with my hand around it.
His cock now exposed, Matt raised his ass off the seat and tugged his pants all the way down past his knees. When he paused there I suggested he run them down to his ankles. He nodded in agreement and now with his pants out of the way he could spread his legs, allowing his balls to freely dangle.
During all that, Claire continued to hold his cock, even wriggling it back and forth as she toyed with it.
Now everyone could have a good view.
His entire pubic area was shaved, something I had considered doing but had never dared for fear of what claire might think. Claire moved her hand off his cock for a moment to move her hair out of place in front of her face, and at that moment Matt grasped his cock and displayed it for me. He was looking directly at me.
We had booked a meal at our favorite restaurant and Claire as always had dressed as I love her to. She looked a picture in her blouse and skirt and as always I was very proud of her. Our sitter even commented on how nice Claire looked.
We arrived at the restaurant a little early, to find a queue waiting for tables to become available. Claire and I got chatting to a man in line with us. He was 30ish, somewhat younger than myself at 51 and a little younger than Claire at 36. He was about 6 feet tall and of muscular build, dressed impeccably. He was intelligent and witty and soon Claire and Matt chatted like they had known each other for ages.
Their chat was interrupted when Matt’s Mobile began to ring. He answered and by the look on his face we could tell it was bad news before he even chatted back to the person on the other end. After the conversation had finished Matt said that his girlfriend wasn’t able to make it so he would cancel his meal and go home.
Claire stepped in and said “nonsense you can share our table, let’s have a meal and try to cheer you up.” I couldn’t believe it, tonight of all nights, it was St Valentine’s Day and my lovely wife was offering to share our time with this stranger we had just met.
Our table was back against a wall and was one of those booths with a round leather seat that allows you to sit in a semi-circle around the table. It also allowed people to sit right up against each other if so desired. Before long, Matt, (I didn't notice it at first and when I did, there he was, already slid over), he was pressed right up against my wife, who was seated on my left.
As a matter of fact, he was now seated closer to her than I was, and his right thigh I could see was against hers.
As the evening progressed and the wine flowed they both became a little tipsy which was a bit frustrating for me since I was staying sober so I could do the driving. Their subject of conversation soon became one that I had little knowledge of so excluded me and I had to sit and watch my wife getting on really well with Matt.
Claire was so relaxed and taken by him that she was drinking more than I had ever seen her do. Matt kept putting his hand on her thigh, very briefly at first before returning it to the table. He, I think, was testing me as, glancing across at me with a smile on his handsome face from time to time.
Seeing that I was either unwilling or unable to object he put his hand there for longer periods of time until it seemed to live there.
This was my loving wife, my faithful wife whom had been a virgin on our wedding night and who was the mom of our children. Far as I knew, and I'm pretty sure, she has never cheated. What is she doing? Claire was either oblivious to his hand on her leg or enjoying the attention. She was looking over to me less and less as their eye contact was more and more intense, but for some strange reason I felt powerless to intervene.
Matt’s body was now turned towards Claire and I could see his hand stoking her naked thigh above her stocking tops and playing with her suspenders, the ones I bought for her, the ones she wore to please me. This wasn’t like Claire, she never allows me to do such things to her in public. But here she was allowing Matt, someone she had just met, to caress her thighs.
In all the years we have been together we have never played outside of our marriage. I felt something stir inside my trousers and to my annoyance found that Matt and Claire’s display was turning me on. How could my inadequacy to intervene be a turn on? I just sat watching them become more and more friendly while I was waiting for the meal to end so I could get Claire and myself away from the situation we were in.
Unfortunately as the meal drew to a close Matt suggested we go to a nightclub to finish off the evening. I noticed when the check came the waiter sat it down in front of me and Matt neither offered to pay for the meal, or even leave the tip.
I glanced at Claire as I signed the check and the waiter handed me back my card and she didn't even seem to notice or care that I was paying it all.
Claire doesn’t dance so we don’t go to nightclubs. But here she was eager to go with him. I couldn’t believe it, but went along with the decision and as I got up I felt a little uncomfortable in the trouser department.
My cock was rigid and still pointing down my left leg and needed to be adjusted to the pointing up position, but I was unable to do so as they were following me. Yes, both behind me.
Matt took hold of Claire’s hand as we left the restaurant and he guided her to the shop window side of the pavement making sure that there wasn’t room for me next to her. I walked next to Matt and looked across to my Claire, my beautiful Claire as they chatted quietly so that I couldn’t hear.
They were walking very slow as he moved his arm over her shoulder and rested his hand over her left breast on top of her blouse. She made no attempt to move it and after more chat she reached down and opened the top two buttons giving Matt possible open access to her magnificent breasts.
Claire's breasts are magnificent, like two large apples in size and shape, and designed to fit and fill a man's hands perfectly.
I couldn’t believe the transformation. My Claire was doing this in a public place, for anybody to see. Taking advantage of this he slid his hand inside her blouse and under her black bra cup, feeling her naked breast.
This was getting to be a bit awkward for them to be doing while walking so he pulled her into a closed shop doorway and taking her into his arms kissed her fully on the lips.
I heard my wife whimper and then my heart sank as I saw that she was not trying to resist. Instead, she was responding to him. Then a feeling of excitement took over as she returned his kiss, their hands all over each other, kissing and fondling each other as I tried to shield their actions by standing in front of them looking out into the street.
I kept glancing back like a peeping tom watching his hands disappearing under her skirt as they made their way up her stocking clad thighs to fondle and caress her buttocks, as she was wearing her black thong tonight, he must have been feeling her delightful naked buttocks.
Keeping his hands under her skirt he kept one on her ass and moved his right hand to the front as she started giving out sounds only heard in the bedroom before. He had Claire in ******* as his fingers went to work in what I can only imagine as being a very wet and inviting place.
My wife spread her legs further apart and leaned her body up against the wall. With her back against the wall now she was facing full front to the street. With his hand under her skirt it was being pulled way up which was resulting in her thighs, both of them being revealed all the way up to her panties. Sure enough, his hand was both on and under her panties.
Just then a younger couple came walking by and I could not keep them from seeing my wife as her lower half was being exposed in public. As they slowed they ignored me being in front and stopped so that they could get a longer look as I again turned my attention to my wife.
“Ooooooooh, Mmmmmmmm, Uhhhhhh!.”
I was in shock when she suddenly started moaning! Matt had her panties pulled completely to the side and her pubic hair, some of it was being revealed and my wife was shaking her head from side-to-side and thrusting her hips against his finger and having an orgasm in the shop doorway given by a man she had just met.
If I was seeing her vagina lips stretched around his shiny with wet finger then they must be seeing it too! Claire was either unaware that she was out in public or didn’t care.
I wasn't even trying to block their view any longer. This was so hot, I strangely wanted to share this moment with that couple. I couldn’t believe that this was happening and I just stood and watched it without being able to do a thing to stop it. I wondered what they are thinking behind me.
Maybe he wanted me to hear, maybe not, but the male half of the couple behind me said, “He’s really banging her with that finger! I’ll bet that before long he’ll be banging her with more than just that.”
“He's just standing there. Do you think that is her husband watching,” I heard her ask, and my face turned red as I turned my head to see them and nodded 'yes.' I don't know what kind of face the man made but she looked shocked to see me admitting it. This was so hot I had wanted them to know what is happening.
I couldn't help but to notice how cute she was, with her very short skirt and low cut top. But I wasn't interested in her as I had eyes only for my wife at this time.
When my wife had orgasmed and quieted, I heard the girl half of the couple saying, "I hope he gets to fuck her," and with her giggling as her eyes met mine for a brief second, they slowly moved on. I am pretty sure she meant for me to hear her wish.
She had said it so loud though, that I think Claire might have heard.
My loving wife Claire, that until this night had always been so conservative in nature, shy about her body and never really displaying it in a way that would attract other men, at least she was that way when I was with her. And now, she had allowed a stranger to finger and bring her to orgasm in public! Well, maybe it was in a darkened doorway, but it was public to me.
I was just turning back to watch my wife when Matt brought me back to earth by turning and inserting his fingers into my mouth and told me to taste her juices. In my mouth he shoved them. With my wife’s juices on his fingers! Three of them.
He was taking charge.
I meekly did as I was asked and licked his fingers clean. My cock was ready to explode as he took her hand and we carried on walking towards the night club area of town.
I was so glad that couple had moved on. What might they have thought if I had sucked his fingers in front of them?
A strange and very cute young girl had said she hopes this man gets to fuck my wife, and I was torn. Do I want him to? Does my wife want him to? Should I allow it to happen? Yet, I knew already, if my wife allows it to continue, I won't be able to stop it. Besides, Matt had already demonstrated not only his total control of my wife, but of me as well.
Claire’s body was now closer to Matt’s as I walked behind them trying to conceal my excitement. Matt had his arm around Claire’s waist as he guided her into a dimly lit entrance to a basement nightclub, pausing to instruct me to pay they then walked straight in, nodding to the doormen as they passed.
I paid for all three and had to hand him an extra fiver when he sort of thrust his hand out a second time. while knowing full well that neither I nor my wife were really interested in going into a nightclub. Not our thing.
Besides, my wife doesn't like to dance, like I said.
Where'd they go? Where did he take my wife?
I couldn’t find them as I went into the main floor area as it was very dark, so I stood at the bar hoping that my eyes would get used to the lighting. The music was very slow and seductive, not at all what I had expected, and I had to admire Matt on his choice of club.
After maybe five minutes I caught a glimpse of them at the back of the crowded dance floor. Claire was standing very close to Matt with her lips to his and her arms around his neck. Matt had his hands on her buttocks and was moving them slowly up and down.
They looked like a couple that are very much in tune with each other. I could only stand and watch in a state of Jealousy mixed with feelings of inadequacy, but strangely enough sporting the same erection that had been with me since the shop doorway and seeing Claire in his arms made me even more excited.
They were dancing. My wife. Dancing now with a stranger when she supposedly doesn't dance.
I had paid good money so this man can use my wife any way it pleases him it seemed.
I didn’t know what he carried in his jeans, but I knew now that I wanted this man we had just met to satisfy her like I could never do. Claire and I had been a good fit in the beginning, but after her having our children the fit was never the same. When my wife got good and wet I could barely feel the sides of her vagina at times, and I suspect it affected her the same way.
She had never voiced any concerns but I knew I was no longer able to give her that feeling of being stretched as before. She still climaxed with me, but not as easily or as often as before and it took more work and time to get her there. The orgasms, when she had them, usually came from me making some kind of contact with her clitoris only.
Finger her while kissing to orgasm. Eat her until she cums, almost a sure thing. Fuck her, usually only happens if I lay right on her clit and grind away, but even then it only happens when the mood is right and she is ready.
Plus of course, we are no longer new to one another and mysteriously exciting. Matt, it appeared, might be able to bring some of the magic back into our marriage, if only for a night, this night. He's new to her, and probably mysterious. Is he larger than my average length of almost six inches long and on the slim side of five around? I wanted him to be, but not way bigger.
I wanted Matt to match Claire sexually and leave her fulfilled. All the time we were in the club they never stopped dancing and never looked around for me, only had each other in their thoughts. Wanting to be sure to stay sober I nursed one ******* the entire time.
I even took a trip to the head and had a healthy piss, returning to the front to see my wife still in chosen place, in his arms. At one point I saw Claire go to the lady's room, and Matt went to take his piss. I almost followed him in, wanting to see if I could get a glance at his cock over the urinal, but didn't.
Finally after almost an hour they left the dance floor and headed for the door. They didn't even look around to see if I was aware. At this point I was beginning to wonder if I even had a marriage left. My wife, it appeared, had completely forgotten me, her husband, or so it seemed.
We had so much time, effort, even money invested in our marriage. Three *******, two still at home, one in college, a nice home, good jobs. Why would she do this, ignore or forget me, her husband, so she can play with this man?
I paid ten apiece plus a five dollar tip for this? At least they didn't order any drinks. I am sure Matt would have told the bartender to have me pay.
I left the bar and caught up with them as we left the club. Claire I noticed, wasn't even looking back for me. When he spotted me, Matt told me to lead the way to our car and for the first time since the restaurant I took the lead, but not control. Opening the car door they climbed into the back and Matt told me to drive to a quiet spot where we would not be disturbed.
There was no doubt now, Matt is going to fuck my wife, and in front of me she's willing to do it apparently.
I was thinking; if I protested, tried to bring this to a halt, how would she react? I was afraid to test it. Besides, I wanted to see her being fucked.
As I drove I could see them in the mirror each time the car passed a street light. Claire was kissing and caressing him as his hands went under her blouse and skirt and my cock was stretching my trousers to the bursting point. He had her blouse open, kissing her nipples and fondling and cupping her breasts.
******* was rushing to my head in the same way it was filling my cock, and I almost felt dizzy as I drove and had to use a lot of concentration on my driving while trying to concentrate on what is happening to Claire in the back.
I searched diligently for just the right place to park. No, not there, too dark. No, not there, too public.
Finally finding a car park in a wooded area on the outskirts of town I parked where a street light would be shining into the car and turned to watch as they continued their heavy petting session. I had turned the car in the lot where the light would be shining through the windows on the left side of the car, where Claire was seated. When things happen to her, I wanted her to be fully illuminated.
It didn't seem to bother either of them that I had parked near and under a light that was streaming into the car through the side windows. Matter of fact they might have wanted me to.
My cock was dripping so much in my pants that I had no choice but to pull it out and stroke it, but slowly so I wouldn’t cum. Seated and with just my fly open I could only grasp the top three of so inches of my not quite six inch cock, so I was doing the best I could.
Two, then three minutes went by, and I gasped when I saw what my wife pulled out of his pants. She had wrapped the fingers of one hand around it, and it looked like he had another two hands worth above and below it. Of course her hands are smaller than mine, and for a brief second I wondered what it would look like with my hand around it.
His cock now exposed, Matt raised his ass off the seat and tugged his pants all the way down past his knees. When he paused there I suggested he run them down to his ankles. He nodded in agreement and now with his pants out of the way he could spread his legs, allowing his balls to freely dangle.
During all that, Claire continued to hold his cock, even wriggling it back and forth as she toyed with it.
Now everyone could have a good view.
His entire pubic area was shaved, something I had considered doing but had never dared for fear of what claire might think. Claire moved her hand off his cock for a moment to move her hair out of place in front of her face, and at that moment Matt grasped his cock and displayed it for me. He was looking directly at me.