Every night after eating there we would have fun in the parking lot, and I never quite knew why.
She would please me while staring out the windshield. Taking me with a passion that was physical and immediate and almost too much to handle.
She was doing it for him. He was watching the whole time.
The same waiter we had each week. The one she flirted with. The handsome and hard and muscular one who I had known for years.
It would be okay with him, right? Maybe just once?
Tonight after dinner she’s having him in the parking lot.
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“You like it when he watches don’t you,” I asked, my pace quickening until I was slamming into her from behind and making her whole body shake.
“Oh fuck yes I do,” she confessed, “I love every bit of it. I love the way it makes me feel to have him watch me.”
Her words made me tighten the grip on her hips and redouble the pace of my thrusting. I knew this session was going to be short and rough and intense.
“You can’t give it up either can you?” I said to her.
Her voice was rolling with passion, “No I can’t. I need it. I need the release of it every single week or I can’t stop thinking about it. About him”
“You want more don’t you?”
“I do!” she cried, “It’s like a drug and I can’t get enough but it’s just been barely enough to keep me satisfied. I need more.”
That confession made me surge and throb, flashes of my wife and James ran through my mind.
“You want to fuck him don’t you?” I demanded.
“Oh god I need to,” she screamed with delight, “I need to feel his hard body and feel him inside of me.”
“Next week you will,” I said, pouring everything into fucking her, slamming into her with all of my might, “Next week you’ll fuck him back there instead of me.”
She erupted with a scream, tensing herself around me as a climax ripped through her body. She squeezed me tight and fell to the bed, her whole body shaking and trembling as she came.