With my lust satisfied for the moment, I simply felt miserable. The couple next door had also settled down now that their lust was satisfied for the moment. The whole house was suddenly engulfed in silence as I dropped into a drug-like sleep. I awoke the next morning alone. She’d spent the entire night with him.
When I awoke the next morning, I could hear voices on the pool, so I brushed-up, showered and went into the living room. At first glance, they were innocently seated on the sofa lounge, chatting. Then I saw Walt had a contented look on his face and that Anna’s hand was under the leg band of his loose-fitting trunks. She was dutifully stroking his dick slowly, lovingly; Walt acting as if that were his right. Bristling, I charged out, finding Anna’s hand in her own lap when I got there, but Walt’s bulge was still evident.
“Darling,” Anna said brightly, reaching for a cup. “Let me pour you a cup of coffee. It’s such a nice day, Walt and I were just talking about going to the beach.
I knew that she knew I was to drop the Four-runner by the shop for a tune-up this morning. That only left her sports car, a two-seater. That meant I would stay home? Not likely. “Sounds great,” I said. I’d like that.”
“But you have to take the car to the shop, darling. Don’t you?”
I wasn’t about to let them get away for an entire day to fuck their eye-balls out. No way! “We can all go in that. You sit on Walt’s lap.” I hated the thought of that, but the alternative sounded even worse. After some bickering about the logistics, they followed me to the garage. When I got in the driver’s side of the sports car, I saw their seat was all the way back to accommodate Walt’s long legs – well, Anna’s too – and she was already seated in his lap. She was wearing a wrap-around sarong, with her swimsuit under it. She looked beautiful, as usual. By all appearances, they were behaving themselves. I stopped and filled up with gas, then off to the shore. Walt did most of the talking and I reluctantly admitted he was a pretty fascinating guy. He’d been all over the world, talking about the places he’d been and the things he’d seen. Anna was quietly staring out the windshield, letting the men talk. As I said, she looked delicious. A few beads of perspiration had formed along her top lip, and I suddenly wanted to lick them off. About an hour into our journey Anna’s long legs suddenly stiffened, she leaded her head backward and groaned softly. Then whimpering, her face contorted in pain. It took me a moment to realize she was having an orgasm. Then I knew. When I got out to fill up with gas, Walt had pushed her bikini bottom aside and slipped his big cock inside her. He may even have done it without her consent. She had been quietly riding it all this ways, letting the road movement of the vehicle do its job. The sarong had hidden everything and with the air condition on I didn’t even catch a whiff of her pussy. She probably hadn’t intended to cum. I’m sure she didn’t want to intentionally cause me any humiliation, but I couldn’t know that for sure. When she was finished, she became very quiet, her eyes closed, head down, long hair hiding her face. Walt just stared straight ahead with no indication anything had happened.
Without saying a word, I pulled into a roadside mini-mart, drove around to the side, and got out. I walked to the men’s room to give them a chance to get their act together – and clean up. There was a lattes fence on front of the rest room doors. I stopped behind it, peeking through one of the small holes. Walt had his big hands on Anna’s shoulders, literally lifting her upward with his strong thrusts. Hair covering her pretty face, arms flopping around limply, head now bouncing up and down like someone who was sleeping, or unconscious, she didn’t respond. She was awake though. I was pretty sure of that. Walt was just using her. She was letting herself be used – probably enjoying being used.
Walt’s body suddenly stiffened and his face twisted with pleasure as he shot his load inside her. He was gripping her shoulders so hard his knuckles were white, and I wondered if he was bruising her. If she was in pain she didn’t show it, remaining limp throughout the whole thing. I went into the restroom and for several minutes tried to control my trembling, to breathe normally. I heard the women’s restroom door open and close, listened to the water running, and a flush. I dropped my pants, stroked my cock about six times, and shot a load all over the wall, groaning loudly. I came so hard it was almost painful. I had to lean against the wall for a few minutes to regain my breath and gather my strength. When I got back to the car they were both in the passenger seat again and everything appeared normal. I didn’t say a word, just drove off.
At the beach, Anna and I spread our blankets and lay down while Walt ran into the surf. He was a bull of a man, swimming in long strokes far out into the surf. I half-hoped he’d drown. Anna, in her black bikini, lay with her legs slightly apart, tanning her thighs. I peeked but couldn’t detect anything running from her crotch. Inside, I was still seething. Why had that SOB felt he could screw my wife in the car seat right beside me with total impunity? In my mind, I went over everything that had happened on our trip down and reached a conclusion.
“You told him, didn’t you?”
Her eyes were closed. “He guessed.”
“Bullshit. Why did you tell him?”
“Does it matter? You think with all the noise we were making last night that he didn’t think you could hear us from thirty feet away? Come on!”
I sighed loudly. “It matters, because now he thinks there are no boundaries, no limits to what he can do. He thinks he can fuck you in front of me anytime he wants to . . . in the car seat right beside me.”
To give her credit, her face reddened. “Yeah, well I’m sorry about that. He was hard from the minute I sit down on him. I didn’t want to do that. While you were putting gas in the car, he insisted and just stuffed it inside me. He’s like that. He just does it if he wants to. Somewhere along the line I guess I lost control . . . and well . . .”
She propped up on her elbow, suddenly grinning like an imp. She was so beautiful when she did that. “Don’t act so indignant,” she said pertly. “I saw your boner when you went to the restroom. I was in the other restroom. Those walls are pretty thin, ya know.”
“He fucked you after I left.” I knew I sounded petulant, but couldn’t help myself. “Anna, he wants to control you. Don’t you understand? You’re giving him license to do anything he wants to you. Has he attempted to fuck you in the ass, yet?”
“Pat!”
“Well?”
She looked down.
“He has.”
“No, but he wants to. I told him it would hurt too much and he’s backed off . . . for now. We both know he’s too big and it’d probably kill me. “After a moment, she nearly whispered, “But if he wants it and I could, I probably would do it.”
She had never even considered letting me do something like that. I looked up to see Walt running toward us, so she laid back and closed her eyes.