affair – Sex in car with my wife’s best friend goes terribly wrong [Car sex]
The interior of the car, a grimy sedan with faded upholstery, reeked of desperation and cheap cologne. The wife’s best friend, a blonde with hollow cheeks and a hungry look, was sprawled across the backseat, her skirt hiked up to reveal the glistening mess of her cunt. I’d been fucking her for weeks, sneaking away during lunch breaks, using the car’s grimy interior as our clandestine fuckpad. Today, though, things were different. She was wild, her nails digging into my back as I pounded her against the seat, the car rocking on its suspension. Her pussy was a vise, squeezing my cock as she bucked against me, her moans filling the car. She reached down, grabbing my balls, squeezing until pain mixed with pleasure. I could feel her tightening around me, her body convulsing as she came, her juices coating my cock. I pulled out, grabbing her head and forcing her mouth onto my cock, making her taste her own filth. She gurgled as I came, my load shooting down her throat, her eyes watering as she swallowed every last drop.
Suddenly, her eyes widened in panic. She looked past me, her face contorting in horror. I turned to see my wife standing by the car, her eyes filled with rage and betrayal. The blonde’s screams echoed as my wife yanked open the door, dragging her out by her hair. The car sex had turned into a nightmare, and I was left alone in the backseat, my cock still hard, the taste of betrayal and cum lingering in the air. The car, once a place of dirty secrets, now held the stench of a shattered affair.
