Darran studied the bruise on Mei's ass cheek as she got out of the shower, his heart thumping in his chest like a drum. "How did this happen?" he asked, his voice tight. Mei's eyes flickered down to her phone, then back up to meet his.

"Oh, it's nothing," she replied casually, brushing it off. "I just fell down the stairs. Clumsy me."

Darran's gaze remained fixed on the bruise, his mind racing with possibilities. Mei had always been graceful, almost feline in her movements. A fall down the stairs seemed unlike her. Plus, the placement was peculiar—right at the curve of her cheek, the perfect size and shape to fit a man's hand.

The memory of her in the bikini at the pool, the way other men had ogled her, filled his thoughts. Jealously stirred in his gut like a serpent coiling around a bone. He couldn't shake the image of those hungry eyes following her every move. Was it one of them? Had one of those men taken things too far? Or was it the tall, athletic father she had mentioned? The one she had met in the supermarket?

He decided to bring it up casually. "How's the car?" he asked, trying to keep the accusation out of his tone.

Mei looked up from her phone, her eyes widening slightly. "The car? Oh, it's fine now. The repairs were done last week." She paused, a hint of something unspoken lingering in the air. "Why do you ask?"

Darran took a deep breath, trying to play it cool. "No reason," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Just wondering if it was worth the cost".

Mei nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "It's all good. Expensive, but it's running smoothly now." She turned back to her phone, seemingly unaware of the storm brewing in Darran's mind. He felt like he was holding onto a thread of sanity, trying to piece together the puzzle of her bruise. The silence grew thick as he grappled with his emotions, torn between anger and doubt.

As his thoughts swirled, Darran felt his cock start to harden in his pants. He couldn't help it. The idea of another man leaving such a mark on Mei's body filled him with arousal. He pictured a tall, muscular figure—like the one she had described from the supermarket—his hand coming down hard on her firm, round ass. The thought sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he had to shift in his seat to adjust his growing erection.

Mei's eyes flicked up from her phone, catching Darran's gaze. For a moment, she seemed to notice his discomfort, but she said nothing. Instead, she leaned back, crossing her legs, which caused her short skirt to ride up just enough to give him a glimpse of her smooth, tanned thighs. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with images of those same thighs spread wide, her moans of pleasure echoing through the room as a stranger claimed what was rightfully his.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized he didn't just suspect. He wanted it to be true. He wanted to believe that she had been taken by another man, that she had been used and enjoyed in a way that he could never replicate. The thought of her being overwhelmed by passion, her body responding to the touch of a stranger's hand, was intoxicating. He imagined her struggling against the restraint of her own desires, the bruise a testament to her inability to resist the primal urge to be claimed.

"Actually," Mei began, breaking the tension, "there's something I've been meaning to tell you about the car workshop." She took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto his, a hint of mischief playing on her lips. Darran leaned in, his heart racing, his ears eager for the juicy details.

"Well," she started, her voice low and sultry, "it was quite an... interesting experience." She paused, her eyes flicking down to his crotch, where his arousal was now unmistakable. "The mechanic was very thorough with his inspection," she said with a smirk, watching as Darran's grip on the chair tightened. "And he had such... strong hands."

Darran's breath hitched. "What do you mean by that?" he managed to ask, his voice strained.

Mei's smirk grew wider, and she leaned closer, her voice a whisper in the quiet room. "He was very... attentive," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "When I dropped the car off, he offered to give me a tour of the workshop. He said it was important for me to understand what was wrong with it."

Darran felt his heart pound harder as Mei spoke. He could see the scene unfold in his mind's eye: his gorgeous wife following the burly mechanic through a maze of car parts and greasy machinery, her tight skirt hugging her curves, was that the day she was wearing stockings? The way the fluorescent lights bounced off her hair, making it shine like a halo around her head, only served to fuel his imagination.

Mei took a sip of her tea, her eyes gleaming as she set the cup down. "He showed me everything," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Every tool, every inch of that car. And then..." she let the word hang in the air, watching as Darran's eyes grew dark with anticipation. "He suggested that I sit in the car while he worked on it. To make sure everything felt right."

Darran's mind was racing now, the cogs turning with every word she spoke. The image of her sitting in the driver's seat, her legs crossed, her skirt riding up even higher, was almost too much to bear. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his cock pulsing with every beat of his heart.

Mei leaned back further, her hand casually tracing the bruise on her cheek. "He was so focused," she said, her eyes never leaving Darran's. "He had me sit in the car, and he got in beside me. He was so close, I could feel his breath on my neck." She paused, watching the effect her words were having on him. "And his hands..." she trailed off, her eyes closing briefly. "They were everywhere."

Darran's grip on the chair tightened even more. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

Mei leaned in even closer, her breath hot against his ear. "His hands," she whispered, "were all over me. He said it was to make sure I was comfortable, but I could feel his excitement."

Darran felt no jealousy, only lust. The thought of this stranger's rough hands on Mei's body was like a drug, flooding his senses and making him dizzy with desire. He could almost feel the mechanic's touch himself, as if by proxy, and his erection grew even more painful.

"And what did you do?" he asked, his voice thick with want.

Mei's smile grew even more mischievous. "What do you think I did?" she teased, her hand drifting down to her thigh, her fingers playing with the hem of her skirt. "I let him touch me. I didn't stop him. I liked it"

Darran's eyes followed her hand, watching as her fingers traced the path up her leg. His imagination went wild, picturing the mechanic's rough, grease-stained hands caressing her skin, his calloused thumb brushing against the bruise on her cheek. He felt a surge of lust so intense it was almost painful. He didn't care if it was real or not—the fantasy was more than enough to drive him wild.

"Tell me more," he urged, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mei leaned back in her chair, her eyes locked onto Darran's. She could see the hunger in them, the way his pupils had dilated with excitement. "In the car," she began, her voice dropping even lower, "my skirt slid up a bit as I got in. Just enough to show the tops of my stockings." She watched as Darran's eyes followed her hand as it traced the line of her leg, her fingertips playing with the fabric of her skirt. "He noticed," she said, her voice a low purr. "I could feel his gaze on my skin, burning through the fabric."

"And then he told me," she continued, her words coming out in a slow, deliberate tease, "that the repairs would be expensive. But," she paused, watching the anticipation build in Darran's eyes, "he could do me a good deal." She leaned in closer, her breath hot on his cheek. "If I was willing to... help him out."

Darran's mind was racing. He could see it now: Mei standing in the dimly lit workshop, her body on display as the mechanic circled her like a predator, his eyes devouring every inch of her. The thought of her bending over the hood of the car, her ass in the air, made him want to tear the chair apart with his bare hands. He could feel the heat of the room closing in around him, the smell of oil and gasoline mixing with Mei's sweet perfume.

"What kind of deal?" he managed to ask, his voice strained with the effort of containing his excitement.

Mei took another sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving Darran's. "He said," she began, her voice a soft whisper, "that if I was... accommodating, he could knock a few hundred euros off the bill." She paused, her hand drifting up her thigh, her fingertips just grazing the edge of her panties. "And by accommodating, he didn't just mean letting him touch me."

Darran's pulse quickened. He could see the mechanic leaning over her, his large, rough hands sliding up her legs, pushing the skirt aside. He imagined Mei's heart racing as she considered the proposition, the thrill of danger mixing with the allure of the forbidden. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

Mei took another sip of her tea, her eyes still locked onto Darran's. "I told him," she said, her voice a low purr, "that I might be willing to negotiate." She placed the cup down with a soft click, her hand sliding up her leg to her inner thigh. Darran's eyes followed the movement, his breath shallow and rapid. "He took me to the back of the workshop," she continued, "where it was quieter, more... private."

The room seemed to shrink around them as Mei spoke, the air thick with the scent of lubricants and metal. Darran could almost hear the distant sounds of cars being worked on, the occasional clang of a tool hitting the floor, the low murmur of a radio playing in the background. "He had me lean over the hood of a car," she said, her eyes shining with excitement. "And then he started to... inspect me."

Her hand moved further up her thigh, her fingertips disappearing beneath her skirt. "His hands," she whispered, "were so rough. He said it was to make sure everything was in good working order." Darran could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, the thought of his wife being touched by this stranger both terrifying and thrilling him beyond belief.

"He told me to spread my legs," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "So he could check under the bonnet." She parted her legs slightly, giving Darran a glimpse of her black lace panties. He could see the damp spot where her arousal had begun to soak through. "And then he started to... touch me," she continued, her breathing growing shallower. "Everywhere."

Her hand slid up further, her fingertips playing at the edge of her panties. "He said he had to make sure everything was running smoothly," she murmured, her eyes glazed with desire. "And I let him." Darran's imagination was in overdrive, picturing the mechanic's strong hands moving over Mei's body with an expertise that made his own hands tremble.

"He lifted my skirt," she continued, her voice a breathy whisper. "Above my waist, exposing me to him completely." She paused, her hand moving to her stomach, tracing the path her skirt had taken. "I was so... exposed. So vulnerable." Darran could see it in his mind's eye—Mei, his beautiful Mei, bent over the hood of the car, her skirt hiked up, her panties exposed to the greasy, hungry eyes of the mechanic. He felt his cock throb with every word she spoke.

"And then," she went on, her voice a seductive purr, "his hand slid up my leg." Her own hand mimicked the movement, her fingers disappearing beneath the fabric of her skirt. "It was like fire, burning a trail of desire all the way up to my..." she trailed off, her eyes fluttering shut. "He said he needed to check my... suspension."

Darran's mouth went dry at the thought of the mechanic's rough hand sliding up Mei's thigh, his cock now painfully hard. "And did he?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Oh, yes," Mei said, her eyes still closed, her hand moving higher. "He was... very thorough." She took a deep, shaky breath, her chest rising and falling with the memory. "His fingers... they touched me here." She gently grazed her fingertips along the elastic band of her panties, sending a shiver down Darran's spine. "And here." She moved her hand slightly, her index finger resting just above the damp spot.

"And then," she whispered, her voice dropping to a near-whisper, "he pulled them down." She opened her eyes, looking directly into Darran's, her pupils dilated with arousal. "All the way down to my ankles." She parted her legs even further, giving him a full view of her soaking wet panties. "I was... completely exposed."

Darran felt his throat constrict, his heart hammering in his chest. "And then what?" he croaked out

Mei's eyes gleamed with excitement. "He told me to stay still," she said, her hand drifting down to her knee. "That any sudden movements could damage the... inspection." She paused, her voice dropping to a murmur. "And then, without any warning, he slapped my ass."

Darran's eyes went wide, his cock jerking in his pants. "He what?"

Mei nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "He slapped my ass," she repeated, her voice a throaty murmur. "It was so hard, it took my breath away." Her hand hovered over the bruise on her cheek, and Darran realized with a jolt that it wasn't from a fall—it was from the mechanic's hand. "He said it was to make sure everything was... tight."

Her fingers slid down to her knee, her eyes locked onto Darran's as she recounted the illicit encounter. "And then," she breathed, "he told me to stay very still, like I was a statue." She paused, her hand moving back up her thigh. "He knelt down behind me, and before I could even process what was happening, his mouth was... there." She tapped her finger against the side of her panties, her breath hitching. "On my pussy."

Darran's eyes widened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Mei's hand moved to the center of her panties, pressing down gently. "He was so... eager," she said, her voice trembling with the memory of the mechanic's tongue. "He licked and sucked like he hadn't eaten in days." Her eyes grew glassy with lust as she continued, her hand moving in slow, deliberate circles. "And the whole time, I could hear him groaning, his breath hot and heavy against my skin."

Darran could feel his own breathing mimicking hers, his heart racing as he pictured the scene in his head. Mei, bent over the car, her legs spread wide, the mechanic's head buried beneathher ass. The idea of her letting a stranger taste her, of her body responding so openly to his touch, was driving him wild. "What happened next?" he asked, his voice a desperate growl.

Mei's eyes snapped open, a wild look in them. "I tried to stay still," she said, her hand moving to the waistband of her skirt, her thumb playing with the material. "But it felt so good. So, so good." She took a deep breath, her chest heaving. "He was like a wild animal," she whispered. "He licked me and sucked me like he owned me."

Darran watched as Mei's hand slid under the fabric of her skirt, her fingers disappearing from view. "And I liked it," she confessed, her voice trembling with lust. "I liked it so much that I started begging for more."

"Begging?" he echoed, his voice hoarse.

Mei nodded, her hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes beneath her skirt. "I begged him to make me come," she admitted, her voice thick with desire. "I could feel his teeth grazing my skin, his tongue pushing into me." She paused, her eyes glazed with the memory.

Darran's cock was now painfully hard, straining against his pants. He couldn't believe the words coming out of Mei's mouth, but he didn't want her to stop. He needed to hear more, needed the details to fuel his own fantasy.

"And did he... did he make you come?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mei's eyes danced with mischief as she leaned closer, her voice a seductive purr. "He stopped just as I was about to," she said, her hand stilling on her thigh. "He stood behind me and whispered, 'To seal the deal, are you going to suck me, or am I going to fuck you?'."

Darran felt his heart skip a beat. "What did you do?" he asked, his voice a mix of anticipation and desire.

Mei leaned back in her chair, her hand still beneath her skirt. "I didn't hesitate," she said, her eyes gleaming. "I needed it. I needed to be fucked."

Darran felt a thrill run through him, his cock pulsing with excitement. He could see the wanton need in her eyes, the raw lust, he was hanging on every word now.

Mei took a deep breath, her voice a sultry whisper. "The mechanic gave a small laugh and said 'good girl'," she recounted, her hand drifting back up her thigh, her eyes locked on Darran's. "And then, with one swift movement, he took off his overalls." She paused, letting the anticipation build. "His cock wasn't huge, but it was wide," she murmured, her hand disappearing under the fabric of her skirt, her fingertips grazing her own wetness.

Darran felt his cock throb in response, his eyes glued to Mei's hand as it moved beneath her skirt. He could almost feel the mechanic's thick, hard length in his own hand, the weight of it, the heat of it. "And then what?" he breathed, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Mei's eyes never left Darran's as she spoke. "He pushed me over the car," she said, her voice low and seductive. "And he lined up the tip of his cock with my pussy." Darran's breath hitched, his imagination painting a vivid picture of the scene: Mei's legs spread wide, her body bent over the cold metal, the mechanic looming over her, his cock poised to claim what was rightfully Darran's. "I was so wet," she continued, her hand moving in small, slow circles on her skin. "I could feel him, just the tip, pressing against me."

Darran's cock throbbed with every word she spoke, his mind reeling with the graphic imagery she painted. He pictured the mechanic's strong hands gripping Mei's hips, his rough skin against her soft flesh, the head of his cock parting her slick folds.

"And then," Mei said, her voice a low growl of arousal, "he slammed into me." Her hand slipped under her skirt, her fingertips finding her own slick heat, mimicking the mechanic's penetration, her eyes half-closed in remembered pleasure. "It hurt at first, but then..." Her hand began to move in slow, deliberate strokes, her breathing growing heavier with each word.

Darran could see the scene unfold in his mind's eye: Mei's body, bent over the car, the mechanic's cock buried deep inside her, his hips pistoning in a rhythm that made the car shake.

"He was rough," Mei murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. "Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me." Her hand, now clearly stroking her own sex, moved in time with her words, the fabric of her panties growing damp with her arousal. "He didn't care if I liked it or not," she said, her voice filled with a strange mix of submission and power. "He just took what he wanted."

Darran felt his cock pulse, his mind racing with the thought of the mechanic's thick cock plunging into his wife's tight, wet pussy. "And your dress?" he managed to ask, his voice a strained whisper.

Mei opened her eyes, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Oh, yes," she said, her voice a low purr. "He pulled it off my shoulders." She demonstrated, her fingers hooking under the straps of her own dress, her eyes never leaving Darran's. "And then," she continued, her smile growing wider, "he slid it down to my waist."

Her hand left her thigh, moving up to her chest, her fingers teasing the fabric of her dress. "He grabbed my tits," she said, her voice dripping with lust. "Roughly. Just like this." Her hands closed around her breasts, squeezing them hard, her nipples poking through the thin material. "He was so... possessive."

Darran watched, his cock throbbing as Mei's hands moved over her body. He could almost feel the mechanic's rough grip, the way he claimed her as his own. The thought of it was driving him mad with desire.

"And then," Mei murmured, her eyes still closed, her hand still moving beneath her skirt, "he started to fuck me harder." Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps now, her hips rocking slightly with the memory. "His hands on my tits, squeezing so tight." She demonstrated, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her breasts, her knuckles whitening with the effort.

Darran felt his cock throb with every word she spoke, his jeans growing tighter as his imagination painted a vivid picture of the scene. He watched as Mei's hand moved faster, her strokes becoming more urgent. "He liked it rough," she said, her voice strained. "Every time he slammed into me, he'd twist my nipples, just like this."

Her eyes snapped open, meeting Darran's gaze. "Do you want to hear more?" she asked, a hint of challenge in her voice. Darran nodded, his own hands clenched into fists. He could see the desire in Mei's eyes, the need to share this with him, to drive him to the edge of his control.

Mei's hand didn't stop moving beneath her skirt. "He pulled my hair," she whispered, her eyes glazed over with arousal. "And he fucked me so hard, I thought I'd pass out." She leaned back in her chair, her movements becoming more erratic as she masturbated to the beat of her story. "He was grunting like an animal," she moaned, "his cock hitting me in places that made me scream."

Darran could hardly breathe, watching Mei's hand moving beneath her skirt, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of remembered pleasure. "Did you come?" he choked out, his voice thick with desire.

Mei nodded, her hand still moving. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "He made me come so hard."

Darran watched as Mei's hand slid in and out of her panties, her hips rising and falling with the rhythm of her own touch. "But I knew I couldn't let him cum inside me," she said, her eyes snapping open. "So I begged him to pull out."

The room was silent, save for the sound of their ragged breathing, and the distant hum of the city outside. "And he did," Mei continued, her voice a soft whisper. "Just as he was about to come, he pulled out."

Her hand stilled for a moment, her eyes flickering open to meet Darran's. "He came though," she murmured, her gaze dropping to his crotch, where she could see the clear outline of his erection, "all over my back... and my ass." The words sent a shiver down Darran's spine. He could almost feel the hot spurt of the mechanic's cum, painting Mei's skin.

With a low growl, Darran stood, his chair scraping against the floor. He couldn't take it anymore—his desire was too intense. He needed to claim her, to prove she was his. He stalked over to her, his eyes blazing with lust. Mei watched him approach, her own desire matching his. She knew what was coming, and she was ready for it.

With a swift movement, Darran grabbed Mei's hips and pushed her down onto the chair, her legs draping over the sides. He yanked her skirt up to her waist, the fabric snagging briefly on her stockings before revealing her wet, swollen pussy. Her panties were a scandalously drenched barrier between him and what he craved. With a feral snarl, he ripped the fabric to the side, exposing her to the cool air of the room.

Her eyes widened in a mix of shock and arousal, but she didn't protest. Instead, she spread her legs further apart, inviting him in. Darran dropped to his knees, his face inches from her glistening sex. He inhaled deeply, her scent a heady mix of lust and desire. His mouth watered, his tongue eager to taste the sweetness that the mechanic had so recently claimed.

With no hesitation, he plunged his tongue into her, her moan of pleasure echoing through the room. He could feel the mechanic's essence on her, the musky taste of another man's desire, and it only made him more determined to claim her as his own. His tongue moved in swift, firm strokes, mimicking the motions of the stranger's cock. He tasted her, savored her, his own cock aching with need.

Her nails dug into his scalp as she arched her back, her body responding to his touch. "Darran," she moaned, her voice filled with longing. He didn't stop, didn't relent, pushing her closer to the edge until she was trembling on the precipice. And then, with one final, powerful lick, he sent her spiraling over the edge.

Mei's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado of pleasure. She screamed his name, her eyes squeezed shut, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. And as she came down from her high, she felt Darran's cock, still hard and demanding, pressing against her inner thigh.

They stood, both panting and trembling with need. Without a word, she turned around, her bruised ass facing him, and bent over the chair. Darran took his cue, his own desire reaching fever pitch. He yanked down his pants and boxers in one swift move, his cock springing free, thick and eager. He stepped closer, positioning himself behind her, his cock head nudging against her slick, swollen pussy.

With a growl, he thrust into her, filling her completely. Mei's gasp turned into a low moan as he began to pound into her, his hips slapping against her bruised flesh with every deep, punishing stroke. They moved as one, their bodies a tangle of passion and need. Darran's hands found her hips, gripping tightly, guiding her movements, his thrusts becoming more and more frenzied.

Mei's moans grew louder, filling the room, her body responding to the raw, primal need that had been building since she began her story. She pushed back against him, meeting each of his thrusts with an eager arch of her back. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the scent of their arousal, the heat of their bodies—it was all too much.

Darran felt his climax approaching, the tension in his balls growing tighter with each plunge. He could feel Mei's muscles clenching around him, her pussy tightening like a vise, urging him closer to the edge. He reached around, finding her clit with his thumb, and began to rub it in quick, firm circles. She screamed, her body shaking, her orgasm building.

With a roar, he buried his cock as deep as he could, his entire length buried within her. Mei's pussy spasmed around him, her juices coating him as she came, her walls clamping down on him like a vice. He felt her body convulse with pleasure, and it pushed him over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her, his hot cum flooding her insides.

They remained locked in that position for what felt like an eternity, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax. Finally, Darran pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Mei straightened, turning to face him with a satisfied smile, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with lust.

They collapsed onto the couch, their limbs tangled together, chests heaving with exertion. The room was filled with the scent of their desire, the air thick with the electricity of their shared secret. For a moment, they simply lay there, basking in the glow of their illicit encounter.

Finally, as their breathing began to return to normal, Mei propped herself up on one elbow and looked into Darran's eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "So," she whispered, her voice low and seductive, "did you like the story?"

Darran nodded, his chest still heaving. "It was... incredible," he managed to say, his voice thick with emotion.

Mei leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "But that's not really how I got this bruise," she whispered, her smile turning into a playful smirk. “Do you want to know what really happened?”.