Catching Her Man
My slutwife doesn't mind letting black strangers service her in the backseat while I drive.
The evening should have ended mildly: take the wife to Costco to shop for some household items and maybe pick up a few personal stuff for myself—I’ve needed to replace my electric shaver for ages—drive back home, and maybe sip a beer or two before calling it a night. That how it should have ended, but things had to happen. Things beyond my control.
Loni had a laundry list of items she wanted to buy besides those not on her list. I usually lack the patience to trail her about in the place, so I told her I would be out in the car waiting. Loni understood and never gave me a hard time whenever this happened. I told her to have fun and let me know if we needed anything else. I kissed her and then searched for the nearest exit, glad to be out in the cold. I went and sat behind the wheel, lit myself a cigarette, and watched the evening shoppers come and go. Nobody paid me any mind, and I pretended I was elsewhere, possibly watching a game on TV.
Thirty minutes had long passed, and my eyelids were beginning to shut when I heard repeated taps on the window. I jumped in my seat and was glad I had long extinguished the end of my cigarette, then saw Loni standing there, smiling. I unlocked the trunk so she could stash her purchases, but then I was surprised when she slid into the backseat.
“You’re not going to believe what happened after you left,” said Loni, chuckling.
“What do you mean? What happened?”
“I was continuing my shopping when some black guy stopped me. He recognised me and said he’s watched several of my OF videos—a true fan, honey!”
“Really? So, what did you say?”
“We got to talking, and he asked if I was busy and that he’d like to show me a good time. He said he had some items to buy, and then he’ll come outside to join me.”
Loni was busy unbuckling her belt and then slid her jeans down her thighs while she talked. She sat in the backseat naked, dropping her jeans beside her.
“You’re serious about wanting to fuck him right now?” I asked.
“Well, let’s first see how things go, darling. If he’s any good, then maybe we can drop him off at his place and maybe do an hour with him. You’re not hurrying to get home, are you?”
I would have loved to be home, but seeing that my wife had encountered a fan here at Costco and said he seemed fuckable, I was willing to risk going home to see what would happen. Him being a black man was an added plus; Loni loves fucking black men, and a majority of her OnlyFans videos attest to that. I also love watching her in action, so she knew I would be down for whatever reason.
Why shouldn’t I be down to watch her when I’m the one who’s filmed her in bed with her variety of lovers? It wows me to watch Loni fuck other men, especially black strangers who encounter her at odd places in public. This wouldn’t be the first time we’ve encountered such, although I’m usually not with her when it happens, so I knew this night would be special.
I lit another cigarette while we waited; she busied herself by rubbing her pussy while watching the people coming and going out of Costco. Minutes later, she tapped my shoulder and pointed at the man walking out of the building.
“There he is,” she said. “His name’s Carl. Darling, see if you can honk your horn to catch his attention; he didn’t come with a car.”
I started my car and honked my horn. Carl strolled into the parking grounds and was looking every which way when he saw Loni waving at him, and then he came over. We shook hands before he got into the backseat and dropped his baggage between his legs.
“Hi there,” said Loni. “I wondered what took you so long to come out.”
“There was quite a crowd in there,” said Carl. “Everyone rushing to get out before another snowstorm, I guess. But hey, look at you. Looks like you’re all set for me.”
“Hmm, you’d better believe it,” said Loni. “I hope you brought something for me, too. Some big black dick?”
“Oh, I’ve got all the big black dick you could ask for,” Carl laughed.
I put my car into gear and pulled out of the Costco parking grounds. I was soon on the road, waiting to get behind other vehicles. I adjusted my mirror to get a better view of the backseat action.
I glanced at the mirror, and I barely saw Loni’s face as her head kept bopping down Carl’s crotch.
Loni had adjusted herself to draw closer to Carl, and they were already kissing by the time I got back on the highway. I adjusted my mirror, and my eyes navigated between my driving and their actions. Besides watching them, I absorbed their sweet noises as they kissed and caressed each other. Carl stopped to get out of his jacket while Loni popped open her blouse to showcase her gorgeous set of tits. Carl folded his jacket and dropped it down, while Loni knelt and helped him with the top of his jeans.
My eyes returned to my driving while my ears stayed attentive to what was happening behind me. From the random noise, and the chuckling remakes from Loni, I could tell she was unbuckling Carl’s belt. Seconds later, there came the familiar smooching, succulent noises that come with cock-sucking. I glanced at the mirror, and I barely saw Loni’s face as her head kept bopping down Carl’s crotch. Carl had a look of surrender as he moaned from what my wife was doing to him.
I have been where he is plenty of times. I know what Loni’s mouth, especially that incredible tongue of hers, can do to a man’s soul once she latches them onto his hard penis. Once that happens, she barely stops unless you have the muscle to pry her off. Loni loses herself to her foreplay actions once she gets in the mood. I could feel my penis confused about whether to become fully hard. I know it’s the fact that I was driving that made that irresistible.
Loni eventually stopped, and they was some rummaging and muttering going on. I waited until I left the highway before glancing in the mirror to see Loni straddling Carl. I watched her adjust his cock as she settled properly on him. Carl held her waist and kept lifting her even as she was grinding against him. Loni’s breathing grew fervent, intermixed with their kissing. The vehicle rocked as I kept driving. Neither cared where I was heading; neither did I, as long as I wasn’t stopping.
We then stopped at a long traffic line, and that gave me adequate time to free my erection and play with it while enjoying the view from my mirror. The warm sight of Loni’s butt riding her lover was so engaging. And listening to their haughty groans made it known they were having a terrific time.
The car kept rocking and jerking as their movement grew frantic. Thank God my windows were tinted, or else I’d have caused another traffic jam. The traffic eased along, while in the backseat, the frenetic sex was reaching fever pitch as Loni barely seemed to control her gasps. I watched her butt slam harder and harder on Carl’s pelvis. He applied both hers to her ass cheeks, wanting more of what she had to give.
Eventually, it happened. Carl climaxed inside my wife, and they both exhaled lengthily like a balloon that had suddenly burst. Loni rolled off Carl’s thighs but then got on her knees and started cleaning his cock.
“Where to, babe?” I asked.
“How about we get to my place,” Carl suggested, giving me his address. “I’ve got more I’d like to show your woman,” he added.
Loni didn’t offer any objections as she was too engrossed in sucking his penis.
The traffic began moving earnestly, and I reprogrammed my GPS with Carl’s address before taking the quickest route towards his home.
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Damien DSOUL
