“How do I look? Am I sexy enough? Am I?” Emily asked me with obvious and genuine eagerness to get a positive answer from me. I looked at her slowly from head to toes, trailed my eyes all over her and kept silent.
“Am I not sexy enough?” she insisted and pushed her boobs together before letting them free, her large fleshy melons almost popping out of that tiny, linen summer dress she was wearing, the top of her nipples clearly visible.
“Everybody will be drooling at you,” I said with low voice as I took a look around the airport's waiting area. It was thankfully empty, only the cleaning ladies and another four or five people around. It was still 6.30 am in the morning and the first flight has just landed.
“I don't care about everyone, I only care about being sexy for him!” she giggled a little as she fiddled with the bottom part of her floral print dress, barely managing to keep it covering her big, round butt.
“You are as sexy as he asked you to be and even more!” I had to tell her what she was expecting to hear.
“Perfect, I hope he agrees with you!” she said and walked to the dividers just in front of the sliding doors of the arrival area. She bent over them and waited, tapping her fingers on the aluminium rails, her French manicured nails giving out clicking sounds that were reverberating across the waiting lounge.
I was blushing hard as I watched my beloved wife, my 40 years old Emily, dressed in that skimpy outfit, so short and so revealing that even a young girl would think twice of it before wearing it. Only thing on her besides the dress was a pair of high heeled mules, making her butt stand higher and look even more inviting as the dress could hardly cover it. I swear I could see these little lines just below the butt cheeks as she bent over.
We were there waiting for her boyfriend, or to be more precise, our boyfriend, our bull. Jason, her black stud. He had been away for a month on business and we were there to pick him up. I had to take the day off from work even though there was an important meeting going on that Wednesday. Jason had made it clear that he wanted us both there picking him up and there was no way we would disobey his wish, his order. I kept thinking, recalling how we have met him 6 months ago and how he had become the “A and Z” of our lives.
My wife's happy, loud squealing and hand clapping though took me out of my pondering trance and I looked at the sliding doors. Jason had arrived. I admired this guy from the first moment we met him. He was so fit, so well built with big biceps and toned muscles all over, standing at 6'2 high and having a most adorable, milk chocolate skin shade. Emily jumped on him and clenched him like a little monkey despite her full figure and weight of 155lb. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he groped her ass hard with his masculine hands, making it visible to everyone there for a moment or two before she put her down and gave her a long, passionate, deep tongue kiss.
“Good to see you made it, George, take my suitcase and let's go to the car!” he finally addressed me as he wrapped his arm around Emily's shoulders and glued her on his side.
I only nodded and grabbed his suitcase, walked next to them as we headed to the exit and towards the car parking lot. He had his arm around her so tightly and his hand was groping her tit. I didn't even dare look directly to the action, I was so embarrassed and ashamed. I kept my eyes at the floor and kept walking and pulling that heavy piece of luggage. I had to raise my head though and force a smile of guilt and spell out a silly excuse to the security guard who was apparently shocked by watching Jason pulling out Emily's left tit and squeezing it like a big, ripe apple in his hand.
“They...they haven't met for long....they missed each other!” I stuttered.
“Better get out of here fast then! Sex is not allowed here!” the guard answered me, his eyes fixed on my wife and Jason.
The both of them didn't even bother to stop or anything, they just kept walking.
“No bra, no panties! As I asked!” Jason said as he lifted her dress to grope her naked butt, squeezing it hard in his strong hand.
“Yes as you asked, !” she answered and walked on her tiptoes to be able to reach him and kiss him.. “I would even come naked if you asked me to!”
“Then...walk like that!” he laughed as we entered the open area parking lot and he rolled her dress down, revealing her large, fat 38E floppy tits and hiking her dress up from the other bottom to roll it around her waist.
Emily didn't hesitate for a second, didn't object him or resist him. She let him make her dress stay around her waist and she took a few quick steps to go in front of us, walking sexily on her high heel mules, swaying her butt hard right and left, letting her hands rub up and down from her sides to her hips.
“She is such a slut your wife, isn't she? Such a slut for me!” he went on without waiting for an answer. “And you? Did you do as I said?” he asked and his hand went under my shorts.
“Yes....i am wearing her panties!” I whispered as I felt his fingers running down the small of my back and onto my cheeks before they got tangled with the back strap of the black lace thong I had on/
He kept his hand in there and I could feel his fingers eager to go deeper between my butt cheeks, his digits tickling my wrinkled hole as my cock grew hard in my shorts and panties. I kept thanking my luck all the time as we walked to our car, that distance of around 200ft. Indeed, I kept thanking my luck and thinking I was so fortunate it was still dark, the sun wasn't fully up yet and there were no people around the car parking lot. I pulled the car trunk open and threw the suitcase in and I was about to open the door for them when he stopped me.
A single “wait” from him was enough for me to come to a standstill. I watched him pull Emily's dress off, leaving her totally naked and then he turned to me.
“Keep your thong and t-shirt on!” he snapped his fingers.
“But....!” I tried to complain.
“You know I hate “but”!” he said with his usual strong voice.
I knew it, I knew it I could not do otherwise. With shaking hands I removed my shorts and threw them in the trunk. I opened the door for them and they got in the back seat before I got in, my cock so hard from all the humiliation. I could see them kissing hard and hear them moaning as I started the car and headed for the exit. I had to stop though.
“There is a woman clerk at the exit, Jason. The automatic ticket machine is not working apparently!” I said, totally frightened of getting caught like we were/
“I don't care, sort it out!” his verdict was clean and beyond doubt.
I could see some of what they were doing in the rear view mirror. He was sitting his butt on one side of the car and he had my wife on her knees and elbows across the seat, apparently keeping her head down and making him suck his cock. I was sure he had his shorts down to his knees but I couldn't see.
“If you don;t take us out of here in 3 minutes, I am leaving you! Both!” he said when he realised I wasn't moving the car.
“Do something! He will leave us! Gosh!” I heard Emily shouting at me between slurping sounds of her mouth around his cock.
I started the car again, held the ticket out of the window. It was prepaid so I hoped the lady clerk would just take it and lift the bar for us to drive out.
“Thank you Sir, you may...” the lady took the ticket in her hand and leaned in to give it back to me after checking it. “What? You are...God...i am calling security!” she shouted out as she saw what was going on.
“Wait, wait!” I grabbed her and struggling to stop her from walking back to the small post and reaching for her radio.
“Don't you touch me perv!” she yanked her hand away and took a couple of back steps.
I sprang out of the car in just my panties, shoes and t-shirt, holding my wallet in my hand. Things were only getting worse as another car in the entrance lane had just stopped and the driver was watching all that was going on. Me trying to slip a $100 bill in her hand, my wife's ass showing through the back seat window. I was sweating, I was loosing my balance, I could feel ready to throw up.
“Get lost! Go! Go! If I see you again, will call the police!” the lady said as she realised that $100 were much more than she expected to make that day I suppose.
I stumbled back into the car, tripped over the curb and had to stand up sticking my ass out and high, hearing the other driver laughing before I crawled in the car. I took off as fast as I could and drove insanely fast.
“You better slow down, if the police stops us for speeding, I don't think they will like what they see!” Jason laughed and I felt him tapping my shoulder “You must feel so turned on right now, so humiliated and turned on, you looked like a helpless sissy out there!” he said.
“Th...thank you!” I replied without thinking about it....
The only thing on my mind at the moment was to get home. I felt lucky once again that only 3 other cars and 1 truck noticed what was happening in the back seat. I felt lucky that all they did was either curse at us or honk their horns. I felt lucky that when we reached home Jason let me park the car inside the garage and not outside on the driveway.
I went out to open the truck and get the case out but Jason had other plans. He brought Emily next to me and made us both bend over. Our heads and chest were in the trunk as I caught glimpse of him standing behind us naked, free of his shorts and tee too. I could see him from the corner of my eyes wanking his huge cock, that 8” thick and throbbing sex gun before he started impaling my wife's cunt with it.
“You missed my cock, you missed me!” he said in loud voice as he started hammering her in no time. “You are my pig and can't live with me!”
“Oink, oink!” was the only word my wife repeated between even louder moans and shotus as his cock ravaged her cunt.
I would fuck you too...but you said “but!” he yanked my thong to the side and I felt his finger going in my sissy hole, just like that in one thrust. “i know you miss me too!”
“Oink! Oink!”...i followed Emily's example and only squealed like a pig as he wiggld his finger inside of me.
Apparently, Emily had done such a good job with her mouth during the trip back home that he couldnt' last long. A couple of minutes or so and he emptied his balls deep in her with a thump and thunder.
“Wake me up in 6 hours....all my clothes need hand washing...and wear what you ll find in the suitcase, I have brought you gifts, my pigs!” he said and left.
I felt lucky for another time. Felt lucky that he creamed my wife so hard and made her cum even harder. I felt lucky that my Emily wanted me to lick her clean and granted me the chance to give her an orgasm myself, even an oral one. I felt so lucky that he hadn't fucked cause I was sure he would have been so brutal. I felt lucky because I knew that no matter how hard he pushed our limits there was always more for the next time...
“Am I not sexy enough?” she insisted and pushed her boobs together before letting them free, her large fleshy melons almost popping out of that tiny, linen summer dress she was wearing, the top of her nipples clearly visible.
“Everybody will be drooling at you,” I said with low voice as I took a look around the airport's waiting area. It was thankfully empty, only the cleaning ladies and another four or five people around. It was still 6.30 am in the morning and the first flight has just landed.
“I don't care about everyone, I only care about being sexy for him!” she giggled a little as she fiddled with the bottom part of her floral print dress, barely managing to keep it covering her big, round butt.
“You are as sexy as he asked you to be and even more!” I had to tell her what she was expecting to hear.
“Perfect, I hope he agrees with you!” she said and walked to the dividers just in front of the sliding doors of the arrival area. She bent over them and waited, tapping her fingers on the aluminium rails, her French manicured nails giving out clicking sounds that were reverberating across the waiting lounge.
I was blushing hard as I watched my beloved wife, my 40 years old Emily, dressed in that skimpy outfit, so short and so revealing that even a young girl would think twice of it before wearing it. Only thing on her besides the dress was a pair of high heeled mules, making her butt stand higher and look even more inviting as the dress could hardly cover it. I swear I could see these little lines just below the butt cheeks as she bent over.
We were there waiting for her boyfriend, or to be more precise, our boyfriend, our bull. Jason, her black stud. He had been away for a month on business and we were there to pick him up. I had to take the day off from work even though there was an important meeting going on that Wednesday. Jason had made it clear that he wanted us both there picking him up and there was no way we would disobey his wish, his order. I kept thinking, recalling how we have met him 6 months ago and how he had become the “A and Z” of our lives.
My wife's happy, loud squealing and hand clapping though took me out of my pondering trance and I looked at the sliding doors. Jason had arrived. I admired this guy from the first moment we met him. He was so fit, so well built with big biceps and toned muscles all over, standing at 6'2 high and having a most adorable, milk chocolate skin shade. Emily jumped on him and clenched him like a little monkey despite her full figure and weight of 155lb. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he groped her ass hard with his masculine hands, making it visible to everyone there for a moment or two before she put her down and gave her a long, passionate, deep tongue kiss.
“Good to see you made it, George, take my suitcase and let's go to the car!” he finally addressed me as he wrapped his arm around Emily's shoulders and glued her on his side.
I only nodded and grabbed his suitcase, walked next to them as we headed to the exit and towards the car parking lot. He had his arm around her so tightly and his hand was groping her tit. I didn't even dare look directly to the action, I was so embarrassed and ashamed. I kept my eyes at the floor and kept walking and pulling that heavy piece of luggage. I had to raise my head though and force a smile of guilt and spell out a silly excuse to the security guard who was apparently shocked by watching Jason pulling out Emily's left tit and squeezing it like a big, ripe apple in his hand.
“They...they haven't met for long....they missed each other!” I stuttered.
“Better get out of here fast then! Sex is not allowed here!” the guard answered me, his eyes fixed on my wife and Jason.
The both of them didn't even bother to stop or anything, they just kept walking.
“No bra, no panties! As I asked!” Jason said as he lifted her dress to grope her naked butt, squeezing it hard in his strong hand.
“Yes as you asked, !” she answered and walked on her tiptoes to be able to reach him and kiss him.. “I would even come naked if you asked me to!”
“Then...walk like that!” he laughed as we entered the open area parking lot and he rolled her dress down, revealing her large, fat 38E floppy tits and hiking her dress up from the other bottom to roll it around her waist.
Emily didn't hesitate for a second, didn't object him or resist him. She let him make her dress stay around her waist and she took a few quick steps to go in front of us, walking sexily on her high heel mules, swaying her butt hard right and left, letting her hands rub up and down from her sides to her hips.
“She is such a slut your wife, isn't she? Such a slut for me!” he went on without waiting for an answer. “And you? Did you do as I said?” he asked and his hand went under my shorts.
“Yes....i am wearing her panties!” I whispered as I felt his fingers running down the small of my back and onto my cheeks before they got tangled with the back strap of the black lace thong I had on/
He kept his hand in there and I could feel his fingers eager to go deeper between my butt cheeks, his digits tickling my wrinkled hole as my cock grew hard in my shorts and panties. I kept thanking my luck all the time as we walked to our car, that distance of around 200ft. Indeed, I kept thanking my luck and thinking I was so fortunate it was still dark, the sun wasn't fully up yet and there were no people around the car parking lot. I pulled the car trunk open and threw the suitcase in and I was about to open the door for them when he stopped me.
A single “wait” from him was enough for me to come to a standstill. I watched him pull Emily's dress off, leaving her totally naked and then he turned to me.
“Keep your thong and t-shirt on!” he snapped his fingers.
“But....!” I tried to complain.
“You know I hate “but”!” he said with his usual strong voice.
I knew it, I knew it I could not do otherwise. With shaking hands I removed my shorts and threw them in the trunk. I opened the door for them and they got in the back seat before I got in, my cock so hard from all the humiliation. I could see them kissing hard and hear them moaning as I started the car and headed for the exit. I had to stop though.
“There is a woman clerk at the exit, Jason. The automatic ticket machine is not working apparently!” I said, totally frightened of getting caught like we were/
“I don't care, sort it out!” his verdict was clean and beyond doubt.
I could see some of what they were doing in the rear view mirror. He was sitting his butt on one side of the car and he had my wife on her knees and elbows across the seat, apparently keeping her head down and making him suck his cock. I was sure he had his shorts down to his knees but I couldn't see.
“If you don;t take us out of here in 3 minutes, I am leaving you! Both!” he said when he realised I wasn't moving the car.
“Do something! He will leave us! Gosh!” I heard Emily shouting at me between slurping sounds of her mouth around his cock.
I started the car again, held the ticket out of the window. It was prepaid so I hoped the lady clerk would just take it and lift the bar for us to drive out.
“Thank you Sir, you may...” the lady took the ticket in her hand and leaned in to give it back to me after checking it. “What? You are...God...i am calling security!” she shouted out as she saw what was going on.
“Wait, wait!” I grabbed her and struggling to stop her from walking back to the small post and reaching for her radio.
“Don't you touch me perv!” she yanked her hand away and took a couple of back steps.
I sprang out of the car in just my panties, shoes and t-shirt, holding my wallet in my hand. Things were only getting worse as another car in the entrance lane had just stopped and the driver was watching all that was going on. Me trying to slip a $100 bill in her hand, my wife's ass showing through the back seat window. I was sweating, I was loosing my balance, I could feel ready to throw up.
“Get lost! Go! Go! If I see you again, will call the police!” the lady said as she realised that $100 were much more than she expected to make that day I suppose.
I stumbled back into the car, tripped over the curb and had to stand up sticking my ass out and high, hearing the other driver laughing before I crawled in the car. I took off as fast as I could and drove insanely fast.
“You better slow down, if the police stops us for speeding, I don't think they will like what they see!” Jason laughed and I felt him tapping my shoulder “You must feel so turned on right now, so humiliated and turned on, you looked like a helpless sissy out there!” he said.
“Th...thank you!” I replied without thinking about it....
The only thing on my mind at the moment was to get home. I felt lucky once again that only 3 other cars and 1 truck noticed what was happening in the back seat. I felt lucky that all they did was either curse at us or honk their horns. I felt lucky that when we reached home Jason let me park the car inside the garage and not outside on the driveway.
I went out to open the truck and get the case out but Jason had other plans. He brought Emily next to me and made us both bend over. Our heads and chest were in the trunk as I caught glimpse of him standing behind us naked, free of his shorts and tee too. I could see him from the corner of my eyes wanking his huge cock, that 8” thick and throbbing sex gun before he started impaling my wife's cunt with it.
“You missed my cock, you missed me!” he said in loud voice as he started hammering her in no time. “You are my pig and can't live with me!”
“Oink, oink!” was the only word my wife repeated between even louder moans and shotus as his cock ravaged her cunt.
I would fuck you too...but you said “but!” he yanked my thong to the side and I felt his finger going in my sissy hole, just like that in one thrust. “i know you miss me too!”
“Oink! Oink!”...i followed Emily's example and only squealed like a pig as he wiggld his finger inside of me.
Apparently, Emily had done such a good job with her mouth during the trip back home that he couldnt' last long. A couple of minutes or so and he emptied his balls deep in her with a thump and thunder.
“Wake me up in 6 hours....all my clothes need hand washing...and wear what you ll find in the suitcase, I have brought you gifts, my pigs!” he said and left.
I felt lucky for another time. Felt lucky that he creamed my wife so hard and made her cum even harder. I felt lucky that my Emily wanted me to lick her clean and granted me the chance to give her an orgasm myself, even an oral one. I felt so lucky that he hadn't fucked cause I was sure he would have been so brutal. I felt lucky because I knew that no matter how hard he pushed our limits there was always more for the next time...
