David Crane: Wife in the back seat

Bill waited until the other two men had dressed and departed.

He felt very romantic and affectionate now and wanted to be alone with his loving wife.

Betty lay on her back, her legs spread open, cum pouring from her asshole and pussy and streaking her lips. Bill kissed her mouth, then sucked on her tits, switching from peak to perky peak.

He moved on down and hiked her up so that he could suck out her sodden asshole, then clamped his mouth to her adulterous cunt and sucked, loving to eat his wife's sweet pussy after she had been thoroughly fucked by other men.

"Darling – darling," she moaned, as his lapper stirred her cummy cunt to foam.

She melted in his mouth.

Then he moved on up and fucked his prick in her slippery pussy. He was so horny that he shot off on the first fuck-stroke, filling her cunt with more cum than he ever had before.

His cock didn't diminish at all.

If anything, his prick got bigger and harder and his cum-bags instantly recharged themselves.

He began to give her a long, slow second fucking, and Betty moved with him, undulating and arching as his cock fucked in and out.

They fucked for a long time.

Bill creamed off as plentifully as he had on the first fuck, and his prick stayed stiff.

The joy of peeping had inspired Bill, turning him into a satyr – which ideally suited his insatiable wife.

She sucked him off and drank a load of cum, then he fed her another cuntful, reamed out her asshole, and fucked her pussy yet again, his vitality boundless and matched by her own nymphomaniacal passion.

At long last they were satisfied. They cuddled together, kissing tenderly. "I'm so glad that you gave me a car, darling," she purred. "Just think of all the horny men I can pick up and bring home in that red convertible!"

Bill groaned, suddenly remembering that, in his annoyance, he had left the car to be sold.

He had to get it back, he knew, looking forward to having his wife use it to pick up lots of lovers for him to watch.

So Bill and Betty both hurried down to the used-car lot.

Clem was not to be found, but the shiny red convertible was still where Bill had parked it, all glossy and innocent, the keys still in the ignition.

It was still her car, so they got in and had a fuck on the front seat, just to break the vehicle in.

There was a van parked nearby at the curb, and it was rocking on its springs. But neither Betty nor Bill thought anything of it, nor did they ever know what a lot of fun had been caused by the presence of the red convertible on the car lot.

They finished fucking and then drove home.

A short time later, leaving the van, Clem and Dolly wondered what had happened to the convertible.

They never did figure it out. Dolly settled on a van, instead, and paid for it on the installment plan and even learned to drive, eventually. But she was parked a lot more than she was driving…