Naughty Housewife Get A Quickie On The Driver’s Seat.

I was in the bedroom that evening when I got a text from John.

He told me he was in the area and wanted to speak with me. It was a little past 9pm and my husband, Michael was watching the evening news. I considered telling John I would be unable to come out to meet him but my thoughts went back to the last time we f***k*d.

John was a man who was so well-endowed that his wife, Ronke could not handle it. I was doing the couple a favour by hopping on him from time to time. The last time we were together, I was at his place. I was on his bed, my legs spread in excitement as he slid that thick, large cock into me over and over again. Thinking about it now made my p****y throb and I knew there was no way I was letting this chance go.

“We are out of milk, honey, I need to run down the street to get some,” I said to Michael before leaving the house. He barely looked up from the TV. He had been a little cold towards me since he started having his own affair but that was one information he did not know I was aware of.

I ran my palm down the light brown dress I wore. The cool outside air hit me as soon as I stepped out of the building but I did not mind. It was a dark enough that one could not really see that I was not wearing underwear. I stepped outside our gate and spotted John’s car down the street. I hurried to meet him where he parked and hopped into the passenger’s seat.

“Hey Abby, it’s been a while,” he said, turning around in the driver’s seat to face me as I entered.
“It’s barely been two weeks, don’t be so dramatic,” I replied, nudging him playfully. “How’s Ronke?”

“She is fine. Things have been going better now.”

“That’s good to hear. I am glad you guys are in a better place. She is my friend and I care for her, you know, despite the fact that…” I stalled.

“Despite the fact that you are f***k**g her husband?” John said with a smile. “Well, we all do what we have to do.” He leant closer to me and kissed me. I kissed him back. He slid his hand underneath my dress and found the entrance to my p****y. He pushed two fingers in, f***k**g me with them until I was dripping with arousal.

With one hand in me, he used the other to unzip his trousers, releasing his d**k. As soon as he did, he pushed the chair back and I clambered over him. I raised my dress and sat on his d**k. As always, the thickness and length took some getting used to.

I endured the first couple of seconds of sweet discomfort then the more we f**k*d, the more my p***y enveloped him better. Soon, I was bouncing up and down, gasping and moaning as I f**k*d him in the car. It was pitch black so I was sure no one could see us. I held on to the back of the seat behind his head and used that as leverage as I f***k*d him.

He simply put his hands on my hips, encouraging my movement. His cock filled me so wonderfully and I could feel him deeper than any man I had ever been with. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I came all over him.

A few minutes later, he gripped me so tightly that his nails dug into my flesh as he thrust his hip upwards, plunging deep into me and exploded. I tightened my pussy around him as he came, squeezing all his juice out until he was spent.

After a while, I adjusted my dress, came out of the car and returned home, my p***y still tingly with pleasure.

Watch Out for Part 2