CHEATING | CUCKQUEAN | EROTIC FICTION
Pleasantly Caught in the Car
Girlfriend catches her boyfriend in his car making out with another woman. How does she react?
Sarah got home early, leaving behind a bad day at work. She parked across the street, noticing her boyfriend’s figure still in his car in the driveway.
Confused why Wes wasn’t in the house yet, as he should’ve been home for a while now, she walked closer, ready to joke about them both having bad days. She stopped abruptly, seeing that he wasn’t alone.
Her boyfriend was in the driver seat with a brunette on his lap, his hands intertwined in her hair, holding her close as they kissed passionately. Her legs were wrapped around him as much as she could in the tight space, her body rocking back and forth.
As the sounds of their lips smacking grew louder, Sarah ducked on the floor, finding herself on the ground right outside the driver side door, low enough that Wes couldn’t see her in the mirror.
She closed her eyes, hearing his zipper open.
“Stop. You aren’t supposed to be here.”
“I know, but after you let me suck your dick in your office last week, I couldn’t get enough.”
“That doesn’t mean you can come here, to my home.”
“Then why haven’t you pushed me away?”
Sarah waited for her boyfriend to shove the brunette away, telling her to stop. Instead, she heard him sigh, his breathing labored and heavy. She knew what was happening. The brunette was stroking his cock, hand deep inside his now opened trousers.
“If you don’t want me, why are you getting hard?”
Again, Wes stayed silent, unable to form words at the pleasure she was giving him with her hand. His head fell back, shifting his hips to give her more access.
“Shit, you’re harder than last time.”
“Fuck! How can I not be? I can feel how wet you are through my pants.”
From what Sarah could see in the side-view mirror, Wes looked down at his crotch, his eyes hooded with desire and lips parted.
“Oops, does your girlfriend do your laundry? How are you gonna explain my wet spot to her?”
Sarah heard ruffling as they shifted positions, Wes still not shoving the woman off of his lap. Like a well-planned track list, the brunette’s moans played as he stroked her clit, lubricating his finger before inserting it inside her tight core.
“Ah yes Wes, I need more.”
He pulled his fingers out from one wet channel to another, giving the brunette a taste of her own juices before kissing her with a fiery passion for a taste himself.
“Mhmm I love kissing you.” Wes’s words were quickly replaced with their saliva mixing, their tongues battling for dominance.
“Fuck me Wes, I’ve been needing that fat, cuffed cock inside me for so long.”
Sarah saw shadows of their clothes flying, hands scrambling to feel each other’s naked body. She knew what was going to happen, but didn’t know why she was getting turned on by it.
She should’ve been jealous, angry at her boyfriend of five years for cheating on her. Instead, she drew her knees together, feeling her wetness pool on her underwear.
“What do you think your girlfriend would have to say about this?”
Rather than answering, Wes moaned as the brunette sunk herself onto him.
“MHMM! So. Tight.” Wes gritted through his teeth, grinding his hips as she tried to fit in his eight inches.
“I don’t know if you’ll fit, fuck,” the brunette cried.
“It does, fuck. This feels too good.”
Another scream erupted from the brunette when Wes flexed his hips, pulling her down until their crotches met. The car began rocking at this point, the wet sounds of her pussy juice sloshing in harmony with their slapping bodies.
Animalistic grunts filled the air in sync with Wes’ thrusts up into his lover. His girlfriend was perched right on the other side of the door, her hands moving almost autonomously through her folds, letting the sounds of her own juices mix with theirs.
Sarah could feel the car move behind her as they fucked harder, their movements getting rougher, both lovers hitting their release.
“Baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna come.”
“No, don’t stop! I’m so close.”
“Ah you’re so tight!” Slight panic in his voice. “Get off after you come.”
Their pace never relenting as the brunette won her battle, Wes giving in, desperate to feel her tight walls grip him through her orgasm.
“I’m coming!” Her brunette locks now flying as freely as her screams. Wes’ hands clasped around her hips, bouncing her on and off his cock. Her moans echoed throughout the car as she rode Wes through her orgasm.
The squirting sounds set off Sarah’s own climax, imagining it was she who her boyfriend was giving the utmost pleasure to. Her body he was caressing, her boobs he was squeezing, her lips he was desperately capturing in between thrusts.
“Fuck, get off! I’m coming!” Wes attempted to push her away.
As Sarah came down from her high, she heard the brunette reject his command, feeling the car jolt back. Wes’ lover latched herself closer to his body, locking his cock tight inside as streams of his seed shot into her womb.
“Ah! Fuck, fuck. AHH!” was all Sarah heard from Wes as her labored breathing settled. The thought of how wrong this all was only encouraged his balls to unload more.
“Baby, you came so much.”
Sarah looked back up at the mirror, watching as the lovers went back to making out, their bodies still intertwined.
“You need to get out of here. I can’t get caught.”
Sarah smirked, the idea of catching them again turning her on.
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