"I'm not getting dressed up like some tart so you can fuck me in a car park full of people," Chloe yelled indignantly.
An hour later, she was leaning over the bonnet of our car, big tits fully exposed and her short skirt around her waist as I slid my cock between her open-crotch panties.
A few endearing words and a couple of stiff drinks had finally induced her to dress as requested. Black stockings and suspenders, open-crotch panties, miniskirt, see-through blouse, and very high heels. We both enjoyed outdoor sex, but she wasn't quite ready for exhibitionism yet. So, I simply told her we would find some secluded and quiet woods to fuck in.
The car park was in a small woodland, just off a busy main road. During the day it was a popular picnic area, with tables and benches scattered amongst the deep bushes and trees. The parking area formed a large oval with a public toilet in the middle. Families would take picnics there, enjoying ball games or feeding the ducks in the nearby lake. During the evening, though, it took on a more sinister role. The toilets became a favourite pick up place for gays, and the car park became a rendezvous for perverts, peeping toms, and wife swappers. I'd heard about it from a friend at work and decided to check it out.
There were about half-a-dozen cars parked in various places when we arrived, so I headed for a far corner and parked face-in under some trees. Looking in the rearview mirror, I could see movement in some of the cars and one or two people milling around just on the edge of the tree line about twenty yards away. One was paying particular attention to us. Chloe was a little uncomfortable sitting there in a see-through top - her 38DD tits are obvious at the best of times - and a skirt barely covering her stocking tops.
"Why are we stopping here?" she asked, nervously looking around.
"Stop panicking. There's no one around," I said, watching a shadowy figure edge even closer.
"If you think I'm getting out…"
I leaned over and kissed her.
"I thought you liked being a bit daring." Before she could answer, I kissed her again, feeling her resistance melt as she kissed me back.
The light was fading fast outside the car, making it difficult to see where our peeping tom friend had got to. I needn't have worried. When I looked up, after undoing Chloe's blouse and sucking her tits, he was right there, outside her window. If I wasn't mistaken, he had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it as he looked at my wife's tits.
Reclining the car seat, I kissed her again, but this time I moved to one side, making sure he got a good view as I tweaked her nipples, making them stand out proud and hard. She loves having her nipples pinched and was getting increasingly turned on.
"God, I love seeing you dressed like a slut," I said, running my hand up her stockings until I reached her freshly shaven cunt between the gap of her open crotch panties. "I'm going to fuck the arse off you," I continued, feeling her quiver from the touch of my fingers on her clit.
Chloe's clit is her Achilles heel. I've only got to touch it and she's approaching orgasm. Apply a little pressure and, boy, she's straight over the top, her whole body shaking as her orgasm tears through her. And that's just the warm-up; after that she's insatiable.
"Oh Christ, fuck me. Please, fuck me now!"
I started to get out of the car.
"W-w-where are you going," she stammered, her pussy glistening as the dim interior light came on.
"There's no way I can fuck you in there. C'mon, it's nice and dark. No one will see us."
I heard a rustle as our peeping tom crept back into the undergrowth. Chloe slowly got out of the car, smoothing her short skirt down to protect her modesty. I had a quiet chuckle. There she was with her nipples standing out like coat pegs, see-through blouse wide open, and she worried about showing a bit of stocking.
Looking around nervously, she followed me to the front of the car. I took her in my arms and kissed her full on the lips, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I slid a hand into her panties and rubbed her already engorged clitoris. She was moaning deeply as I brought her to the verge.
"Bend over the car," I instructed, knowing that she was so close she would have done almost anything.
I lifted her skirt around her waist and made her stand with her legs open wide. Lowering my zip, I released my hard cock, rubbing the knob up and down her wet crack before easing it forward to rub against her clit.
Another rustle in the bushes.
"What do you want?" I asked her, keeping the pressure on her tender clit.
"Don't tease. You know what I want."
"Yes, but I want to hear you say it. Tell me, what do you want?"
By now she was pushing back frantically, trying to get my cock into her cunt.
"C'mon slut, tell me what you want."
"For God's sake, just fuck me, you bastard. You know what I want - that fucking great prick of yours."
She was getting cross, but I knew she was so turned on she would say anything to get some cock.
"Getting shirty, are we?' I said, giving her clit an extra hard rub. "You haven't told me where you want my fucking great cock."
I could hear movement a few feet away.
"Fuck it up my cunt, hard,' she pleaded.
With one thrust I was in up to the hilt. Chloe fell forward across the car bonnet, her tits crushed against the warm metal. I held her hips and thrust in and out, varying the pace to keep her on the verge but never quite letting her get there. This is guaranteed to drive her mad. She pushed up on her hands, allowing me to reach around and tease both nipples.
"How would you like someone to see you now?" I teased.
"I don't care. Oh yeah, just fuck me... don't stop."
"Let them see what a filthy, horny, little slut my wife really is. You want that? You want someone to watch you getting fucked?"
With my cock buried right up her hole and both hands tweaking her nipples, the dirty talk was just too much. She came in bucket loads all over my cock. This spurred me on even more.
"What would you do if there were another guy here now? Would you let him watch? Would it turn you on?"
She was pushing back against me. "Hmmm, oh yeah."
Peeper was now standing almost beside me. He was staring at my cock pistoning into my wife's cunt while he wanked. I looked at him and winked. "Would you like to watch him wank his big prick as I fuck you?"
"Yes, oooh yes. Watch him cum. Oh yeah."
She was really getting into it, and both of us were on the verge of coming. I indicated to peeper that he should stand next to Chloe where she could see him. With a big smile, he stood alongside her head with his cock just inches away from her face.
"Would you really like that?" I asked.
"You bet," she replied, ramming her cunt onto my cock.
"Then look up."
It took a few seconds to sink in, but slowly she lifted her head and looked straight at the large cock being fisted by a total stranger, only inches in front of her face.
"Oh yesss," she screamed, flooding my cock with her juices for the second time. I held her hips tight and fucked furiously until my own release hit me.
The feel of my cum spurting into her brought on yet another orgasm, just as our peeper started to shoot his load. Great gushers of it shot from his cock into the air, some landing on Chloe's hair and face while the rest of it spattered the car. He kept pumping spurt after spurt until he was empty - and then he thrust something into my hand before disappearing into the trees.
We travelled home in silence. I was sure that I'd gone too far and was just waiting for the explosion. We both showered and climbed into bed.
"That was incredible," Chloe finally said, breaking the silence.
"You mean you enjoyed it? I really thought you'd go ballistic."
"Yeah, well. But did you see how much he came? There were gallons of it. It's taken me ages just to wash it out of my hair."
The one thing that Chloe loves most about sex is when I fill her with spunk. She says it gives her a warm, full, gooey feeling when she walks.
"Bet you'd like to feel him shooting up you," I said, stroking her pussy mound.
She suddenly turned towards me, grabbed my cock, and looked me straight in the eye.
"Would you like to see that?"
I was a little shocked. In our six years of marriage, she'd never mentioned messing around, even though I'd broached the topic a few times. "What, you mean watch him fuck you and shoot all that spunk up your cunt?"
Her eyes took on a faraway sleepy look. "Hmmm, yeah."
I don't know whether I climbed on top or she pulled me on top, but the next thing I knew my cock was buried in her cunt again, and we had one of the best fucks ever.
Nothing more was said until a few days later. Putting a hand in my jeans, I found a card. On it was Peter' and a mobile phone number. I got an instant hard-on as memories of that night came flooding back.
I got to work and, with shaking hands, called the number. I felt a little awkward as I introduced myself to the guy from the car park but his soft cultured voice put me at ease straight away.
"Oh, yeah. Hi. Thanks for calling. That wife of yours is something else, so sexy."
We chatted for ages and, as we both lived fairly local, agreed to meet after work. With some people, you just seem to click straight away. Peter was one of them. By the time we left for our homes, we'd been chatting like old friends.
"Till Saturday, then," I said as we waved our goodbyes.
***
The following Saturday, we spent the day at a friend's barbecue party. I made sure the wine kept flowing and by the time we left Chloe was well and truly pissed. When I suggested a trip to the car park, she was only too keen.
"Do you think that guy will be there again?" she asked, pulling on her stockings, her eyes full of lust.
"Might be. Why?"
"Oh, nothing really. I just wondered, you know."
I knew all right, and the thought of him fucking her brains out had my cock straining for release. "What will you do if he is there?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, will you let him touch you?" I sat beside her and played with her nipples.
"Get off. You'll make me all wet," she said, laughing.
"He might like that. A nice wet, shaven pussy," I said, sliding a couple of fingers into her moist cunt. "Hmmm, I might even have him fuck you. Would you like that?"
"Oh yesss," Chloe said, coming on my hand.
We arrived when it was getting dark and parked in the same place. This time there was no resistance as I stripped Chloe in the car, leaving her in only stockings, open-crotch panties, and high heels.
"Do you think he's watching?" she asked, peering into the gloom.
"Do you want him to?"
"Hmm, might be fun," she replied, grabbing my cock.
As I got her warmed up, I kept looking around for Peter, but there was no sign of him. Finally, with my cock begging for release, I couldn't wait any longer and told Chloe to get out. She was really excited when she got out and, instead of heading to the front of the corner, she just stood there in plain view of the rest of the car park.
I was enjoying the thought that anyone entering the car park would see her, so I took my time getting out and walking around to her side. There were three other cars nearby, but I couldn't see if they were occupied. Turning her to face them and the toilet block, I stood behind her before reaching around and holding out her tits.
"Is this what you want them to see?" I asked, rubbing her nipples between finger and thumb. She rested her head back on my shoulder.
"I don't mind."
"Okay, then. I dare you to walk to the toilets and back."
I knew she was still pissed, but I was really surprised when she broke away from me.
"Okay, I will."
