My wife was feeling guilty about seeing RG, dating his friend, and what the three of them did together, Especially what she'd done on video, and it hit her pretty hard. She called RG and told him they needed to talk, intending to let him know that she needed to cool things down for a while and maybe even end them.I was out of town for the night on a company trip, and hearing that RG suggested they meet for coffee. It was stormy and raining and they met in an HEB parking lot planning to drive to Starbucks and get their coffee at the drive-in window.
Of course the drive thru was closed. Probably because the rain was getting in the window.
My wife was wearing a white "shirt dress" she had quickly thrown on, and running shoes. She wasn't planning to get out of the car to do more than get in RG's SUV.
"Little wet out there," he said.
She looked back and said, "Yeah, just a bit." She was in guilty mood and a little dismissive.
It dawned on her what she was wearing and she thought that maybe she'd made a mistake. It wasn't see thru but her tits were making themselves well known. RG told her that with the drive-in closed and her already wet it made more sense for her to go inside for the coffee. Back in the car she remarked that the staff didn't seem to approve of her clothing choice.
RG laughed and said, “well, it doesn't matter if they approve, it only matters if I approve,” and they laughed.
They talked about the storm and RG said he knew a place where they could go talk and watch the lightning. They got to the spot and parked. They talked for a bit, drank coffee, and watched the light show. She told him she was feeling guilty lately and needed to take a break and think about whether she wanted to continue. RG said he understood, but there was no reason they couldn't enjoy their coffee and the storm. He suggested she would be more comfortable if she removed her wet dress and warning him that this couldn't go anywhere and not to get his hopes up, she did.
Suddenly someone was in front of his car taking a picture of the lightning. He looked right at them and she couldn't help but feel a little excited. RG thought she was a little agitated and told her she needed to relax. He told her he'd been talking to his friend when she called and he'd offered a little gift.
First though he said, “How about a drink to relax?”
He pulled out a thermos and told her he'd made martinis, her favorite drink. They threw the remnants of their coffee out the window and he filled her cup. They continued to talk as they drank and it wasn't long before she was on her 3rd martini. When she had hesitated he told her he'd drive her home and they could get her car in the morning.
“What about that gift,” she asked eventually.
“Oh, that,” he replied, “maybe we'd better forget about that for now.”
“Come on” she said, “you brought it up, show me.”
“Not much to show” he said. “This is really not up your alley.”
“Don't give me that, what is it” she replied.
“It's just some coke. I don't even know where to get the stuff myself, but I will indulge from time to time when my friend brings some. You're welcome to try but I get it's not your thing.”
“No, not normally....but I don't know, my mood I guess, I'll try it.”
I had tried it when I was single but it didn't do anything for me. Maybe it wasn't the good stuff, or I didn't do enough of it, or, who knows, but I get more of a buzz or a high from alcohol. My wife says after the martinis had already lowered her inhibitions the coke made her feel bold at a time when she was intending anything but that, and RG either knew how she'd react or sensed it.
"Take off your panties," he demanded.
She gave him a pleading look but did as he asked without hesitation. And yes, she'd just slipped on what was little more than a big t-shirt not expecting to do more than go from car to car. She pulled them down to her ankles but RG demanded she take them all the way off.
He was enjoying this. The man outside retreated for cover to his car again so nobody was looking but it felt exciting to her anyway. RG stared for a minute then leaned in and kissed her. She gave in for a second, enjoying his lips but before their tongues met, she pulled away.
"No kissing," she said. "We're just here to talk, remember?”
"I don't care," RG said as he leaned in and kissed her again, this time holding her so she couldn't pull away.
She melted into it a bit, especially as his hands started to explore her body. She got lost again but remained adamant and once more pulled away.
"Nope, I can't kiss." It came out a little brusque but she was flustered.
"Fine, don't kiss then," he said with a tiny bit of tone.
Not like he was actually angry, like he was being assertive. He pulled down his pants and out flopped his cock.
"Suck, if you can do that."
She looked at his cock and then up to him and with a very cute smile and a nod leaned down and took his manhood into her mouth. The reaction was positive. He caressed her ass as she sucked his cock, kneading it like you would fresh bread dough.
She felt a cool breeze flow through the car and raised her head to see what was going on but he pushed it back down and said, " we have an audience."
She was turned on and scared at the same time.
"Can I record," a man a outside the car asked.
RG tapped her shoulder as if asking for a response and she shook her head no.
"Yes, and enjoy the show," he said to the man anyway.
She kept going at RG's cock when she heard a different voice.
"Are you going to fuck this slut?" another man asked.
She felt RG tense a little, like he was testing the waters to see how she would react. She pushed his cock down her throat hoping that was all the answer he needed.
"If she's good," RG responded as he plunged his cock deep into my wife's throat again.
This time she needed to catch her breath and RG finally let her raise up enough to see what was going on. Two men in the car beside them were staring right into her ass and the camera guy was standing at the driver-side window.
RG leaned down and whispered into her ear, "I'm going to treat you like a slut, is that OK?"
She was really touched that he asked but part of her wished he would have just taken that control. Still, after the booze and coke she was feeling horny as fuck and nodded her approval.
He pulled her in for another kiss but again she protested.
"I said no kissing," pulling away after a brief make-out session.
Camera man spoke up "So you will suck his cock but you won't kiss him?"
She held up her wedding ring but RG shoved her head back on his throbbing member.
"Oh shit this slut is married and not to you?" camera man said hearing the slap of a high five.
"You want some ? " RG asked.
"Fuck ya," camera man replied.
RG lifted her up again and she looked to camera man who was fumbling with his pants. The storm was basically done at this point and it was barely drizzling outside. He pulled out his dick and held it near the window.
"Suck it," RG demanded.
The guys in the other car got excited and quickly moved to camera man's side. She blew all three of them while RG fingered her, swallowing each of their loads, and shortly after another downpour started. Windows went back up and RG pulled her on top of him and sat her on his cock. It was a good cock and she couldn't help but think about why she'd been seeing RG and how much better he was than me, her husband.
She dressed again. Everyone else had cleared out. RG and her talked outside a bit as she rang out her dress and put it back on.
He kissed her again just as the rain picked up. He picked her up, lips and tongues still locked, pulled is still damp dress up and pushed her against the side of his car and fucked her again.
God it was hot she says now. He drove her home and put her to bed. She woke up remembering what happened, that I was out of town and she was expecting to be alone, but there was RG beside her. She'd never allowed another man in her marital bed before, that was sacred to her. RG woke and embraced her and soon he was between her legs and they were making love, surrounded by photos of her husband and family on the walls, the chest of drawers, and her dresser. So much for taking a break.
