Wife at the gas station

Wife at the gas station
Work has been incredibly busy lately. I've been in meetings with my boss discussing upcoming projects...
There's just so much work. I've been assigning tasks to my subordinates one by one, and then continuing to organize the materials I need to discuss with clients next week.
"Ugh! Finally finished! I'm exhausted!" I stretched, looking at the documents I'd spent the afternoon organizing on the computer
. At least I'd made some progress. I checked the time and it was already past 9 PM. I took out my phone and saw several missed calls. I don't like being disturbed while working, so I had my phone on silent mode.
My wife had called me around 7 PM, probably to ask if I was coming home for dinner.
Oh well, it's getting late, so I didn't plan to call back. I'd just buy some takeout and go home to have a late-night snack with my wife.
I bought some snacks and got home. "Honey! I'm home..."
"Ah...hehehe...so good...huff huff huff..." Hearing that sound, my heart skipped a beat. It was definitely my wife's moaning, but who was doing this to her this time? Why is she hiring someone to do this to her while I'm not home? This is too much!
I couldn't wait to put down the side dishes I was holding and followed the sound to the room.
Peeking through the crack in the door, I peeked inside. "Ah...wife..." There was no one else in the room; it was my wife alone, masturbating while looking at the computer screen.
She was sitting in a chair, one leg across the seat, the other spread to the side, her eyes glued to the screen while she rubbed her overflowing vulva, moaning like a kitten.
"Oh...so stimulating...so good...so good...I'm...I'm climaxing..." My wife looked at her own lewd expression on the screen, her hand stroking her vulva with increasing vigor, three fingers even inserted into her cunt, constantly digging and probing.
Her labia were spread apart, the tender flesh inside her vagina being played with by the fingers, turning inside out.
"Ah...ah...oh oh..." My wife's body arched forward in climax, her open vulva gushing with fluid.
"Huff huff..." My wife panted heavily, resting on the chair for a while. I stood at the door, afraid to go in, still unsure if my wife had discovered that I knew her secret.
"Click..." My wife pressed the eject button on the computer, and a disc ejected. Fortunately, the cover of that disc was clearly different from the one Xiao Cong had given me.
"Ring ring..." The phone rang, startling me. My wife went to the phone in the room to answer it.
Standing at the door, I could only hear my wife's voice.
"Hello..." "
..."
"Oh...it's Mr. Li..."
"..."
"Yes, I received the disc..."
"..."
"Mr. Li, who filmed this DVD? If it gets out, it'll be terrible..."
"…………………………"
"Mr. Li, is there any way... to help me catch that person... If my husband finds out about this, it'll definitely cause a lot of trouble..."

"Hmm... okay! okay!... I understand... thank you so much, I'm relieved now..."
"Huh? Mr. Li, why are you suddenly asking me this kind of question?"

"Hmm... I watched the video just now, hmm... halfway through I... I couldn't help but masturbate..."

"Mr. Li... please don't... don't scold me like that... I... I was just... just a little excited..."
"Hahaha... hahaha..." A loud laugh came from the other end of the phone, which I, standing outside the door, could hear clearly.
"What! Mr. Li, you want me to do this now!... I can't do it now! My husband might be back soon... but... but Mr. Li... wouldn't it be inappropriate to do this?" "

Okay... alright..." My wife agreed to Mr. Li's request, then switched the phone to speakerphone.
"Are you ready?" "Mr. Li's voice.
Now I can clearly hear my wife's conversation with Mr. Li.
Following Mr. Li's instructions, my wife pulled the chair she had been sitting on to the side, straddled the chair, and then squatted on the chair with her legs spread wide apart.
My wife's vagina, still wet and glistening from her recent orgasm, was very sensitive.
"Mr. Li, I'm ready..."
"Hmm, you can begin..."
My wife's next action surprised me greatly. She parted her labia with one hand, took the phone receiver with the other, and slowly, very slowly, inserted the receiver into her vagina.
"Oh... ooh... Mr. Li... you... you heard it? I... my vagina is moving."
"Oh... I heard it... but it doesn't seem very clear..."
"Oh... Mr. Li... do you feel clearer now?" "My wife's cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her tongue unconsciously darted out, as if she habitually wanted to suck on a man's penis. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, and her thighs, which were squatting on the chair, trembled incessantly.
My wife was using a telephone receiver as a dildo to thrust into her own vagina, and her speed increased with each thrust. "Gurgle...
gurgle..." The lustful fluid in her tender vagina flowed more and more with my wife's movements. Her
two wide-open labia and the stretched vaginal opening looked just like a small mouth diligently sucking and licking this foreign object, even making "squeak..." sounds.
"Yan Yan, your cunt is getting more and more wanton, there's so much water, I can hear it very clearly now, is your cunt singing?"
"Ah... ah... yes... yes... it... it's singing... singing... singing so happily..."
A strand of saliva dripped from the corner of my wife's mouth as she spoke.
It landed right on her bouncing breasts, truly utterly lewd.
"Yan Yan, does your pussy like this thing?"
"Yes... I like it... It really likes to eat it..."
"Hahaha... Good that you like it. So how about you let it swallow it all at once?"
Hearing Mr. Li's words, his wife shuddered, and her vaginal fluid gushed out again with a "plop... plop..."
"Mr. Li... I... I don't know... I don't know if I can swallow it... or not..."
"Hehe... then try it yourself..."
His wife frowned, looking at her vagina that had already swallowed half the microphone, and took a deep breath, "Wuu... Oh oh..." His wife's legs trembled even more violently, and she could hardly squat down.
"Plop... plop..." The vaginal fluid was constantly squeezed out, leaving puddles of water on the chair.
"Huff... huff... oh..." His wife used one hand to support herself on the chair, and the other hand continued to push the receiver into her vagina. She no longer had the strength to squat properly, but she still tried to keep her legs open, because otherwise it would be even more difficult to insert it.
"Oh...whoosh...ah...ah!" After a soft moan, his wife finally succeeded! Her once tight vagina was now stretched wide open by the foreign object inserted inside, the opening unable to close, her labia exaggeratedly parted, her vulva bulging outwards from the receiver, the tangled telephone cord protruding wantonly from her tender opening and connecting to the landline. His wife's
hands were behind her buttocks, bracing herself on the seat, her buttocks raised high, seemingly to slightly reduce the pressure of the foreign object on her vagina.
"Mr. Li...Mr. Li...I...I've inserted the receiver all the way in...it's...it's hitting my cervix..."
"So, are you enjoying it?"
"Mmm...very...very stimulating..."
"Oh! Yan Yan, you're getting more and more shameless..." came the sound of Mr. Li laughing and clapping from the other end of the line.
Yan Yan, hearing Mr. Li's "praise," gave a bitter smile.
"Mr. Li...Mr. Li...I...can I take it out now? My little sister...my little sister is so swollen..." my wife pleaded.
"Hahaha...you did a good job today, you can take it out later. By the way, I've invited Mr. Huang and the others to a gathering tomorrow, you should come too..."
"Ah? Tomorrow...tomorrow is Sunday, my husband is home, I...I should go with him."
"Then ask him to come too, it'll be more lively with more people..."
"But...but Mr. Li..."
"Oh, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. You and your husband can come together tomorrow, that's all, I'll have the driver pick you up tomorrow morning..."
"Ah! Mr. Li...Mr..." Before my wife could finish speaking, Mr. Li hung up the phone...
That night, my wife and I slept in each other's arms on the big bed in the bedroom. I habitually touched her genitals, stroking her smooth, tender vulva.
Ever since my wife was taken advantage of by Mr. Li and his gang, I haven't seen any pubic hair on Yan Yan's genitals. Now, she shaves her pubic hair every day, leaving her plump vulva bare. I don't actually dislike her shaved vulva, but it feels like it loses some of its mystery, though it adds a lot of lewdness. My hand
slid down her mons pubis, into her wet vaginal walls, circling around the entrance.
Thinking about how she had masturbated with the phone earlier, I felt a surge of excitement.
"Honey, can I talk to you about something?"
"Hmm? What is it?"
"It's Mr. Li, my current boss. While you were away, she called and wants us to attend a party tomorrow. Honey, what do you think, should we go or not?"
"No, I'm so tired from working overtime today. I don't want to entertain your boss again tomorrow..." My hand continued to play with my wife's tender vulva, absentmindedly rejecting her outright.
My wife didn't expect me to refuse so decisively, leaving her momentarily speechless.
"Hmm? Honey, what's wrong? Is this gathering important?"
"Um...yes...yes...I..." My wife hesitated.
"Who exactly is this Mr. Li? Do you really have to go?"
"He's the head of our company's South China region. Nobody in the company dares to disrespect him. I was just promoted to sales manager less than a year ago. How can I refuse his invitation?"
"Oh...he's a big shot, huh? So your husband really has to go?" I asked, looking into my wife's eyes.
"No...no, it's not that serious..." Yan Yan guiltily looked away.
I leaned against my wife and noticed her heart was racing.
"Honey, let's not. I'll just say we have something to do tomorrow. You must be very tired. Let's go to sleep early." Actually, my wife was conflicted. On one hand, she was worried that Mr. Li would blame her, and on the other hand, she was afraid that if I went, he might expose her secret.
Late at night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Although a day's work had left me exhausted, a strange desire was burning within me.
I got out of bed, wanting to go to the bathroom to calm down. "Honey, why aren't you asleep yet? It's already 2 AM...

" "Huh? Honey, did I wake you up? I'm sorry..."
"I don't know what's wrong with me today, I just couldn't fall asleep..." I didn't expect my wife to be having insomnia just like me.
I sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and lit a cigarette.
"Ugh! Why are you smoking in the bedroom again? I've told you so many times not to smoke in the bedroom.
" "Oh! Oh! I'll go outside to smoke..."
"Fine... I'll let you off the hook since you've been working so hard today. Honey, are you under a lot of work pressure and that's why you can't sleep..."
"No... nothing, everything at the company is done..."
"Then why can't you sleep?"
"Honey, you... you're not asleep either, are you?"
"..." My wife seemed to have hit a nerve with my question.
"Honey, are you worried about tomorrow's party?"
"...Yes... am I?" "...My wife's silence was tantamount to admitting her worries.
I took a deep drag on my cigarette, then stubbed it out fiercely in the ashtray. "Honey, I'll go with you tomorrow, don't worry, I know you care about this job."
"Husband...I..." My wife hugged my waist tightly, and we fell asleep in each other's arms...
Nothing more was said that night. The next day, the car sent by General Manager Li arrived at our doorstep on time.
"Old Zhang, what are you doing here?" Yan Yan seemed a little surprised to see the man standing outside the door.
"What, you didn't want to see me?" The man,
a cigarette dangling from his lips, wore a slight smile. He looked to be in his early forties, with slightly graying hair but a very robust physique.
He wore a sharp suit but no tie, looking somewhat like a professional bodyguard from a movie.
This man was Zhang Shuo, Mr. Li's personal driver, practically his secretary, handling some shady matters for Mr. Li behind the scenes. Despite his unassuming appearance, he was ruthless and cunning, the second most dangerous person in his wife's company.
"Hey, Xiaoyan, you look great today...are you going to seduce some men?" Zhang Shuo was clearly not as polite as expected when he saw his wife, his expression frivolous.
Was he blind or what? He completely ignored me, her husband standing next to Yan Yan.
"Go away! You're talking nonsense again. Mr. Li invited my husband and me to a party today, don't try to cause trouble!" "
My wife was clearly a little embarrassed in front of me, looking like she was about to explode.
'Hahaha...you're not really angry, are you...I'm sorry, okay...'
Seeing that Lao Zhang was giving in, my wife had no choice but to stop while she was ahead. If she really angered this guy, it would end up being a lose-lose situation. Besides, my wife had something he had on her: Lao Zhang knew about Yan Yan's relationship with President Li."
"Hello! Hello! Sorry about that earlier, I think I went too far with the joke..." Old Zhang reached out and shook my hand.
"Hello..." Although I was a little angry, I had to swallow my anger for my wife's sake.
When we got into the car, I saw the man secretly slip an envelope to my wife. She glanced at it and quickly hid it in her bag.
I figured it was probably a company document, so I didn't ask any further questions.
Old Zhang drove, while my wife and I sat in the back.
"Honey, it's still quite a long way to the party. You had trouble sleeping again last night, why don't you take a nap in the car?" my wife said with concern.
"Hmm..." Hearing my wife say that, I did feel a bit sleepy. I had stayed up almost all night last night and only managed to drift off to sleep this morning, but I was woken up by my wife after only a few hours. Coupled with a hard day's work yesterday, I was truly exhausted.
In my hazy state, I kept feeling my wife rubbing her body against mine, but the sensation would stop as soon as I reacted. I opened my eyes and squinted at Yan Yan beside me.
"Hey, what's my wife doing?"
Yan Yan kept glancing at me, seemingly a little nervous. She slowly rolled up her skirt to her thighs, then carefully put it back down.
My wife seemed hesitant. I noticed the envelope Lao Zhang had given her lying on the side of the seat. It was open, and inside was a piece of paper and a pair of sexy lingerie. There was something that looked like a dildo in the crotch of the lingerie.
My wife wasn't planning to put that thing on in front of me on the train...
Yan Yan took a deep breath, as if finally making up her mind. She quickly lifted her skirt, took off her black thong, and then put on the sexy lingerie as fast as she could.
The sexy pants also had a remote control-like device, which she actually handed to Old Zhang, who had been watching Yan Yan through the rearview mirror.
"How's it going? Exciting, isn't it? Mr. Li really knows how to come up with something. He's getting better and better at playing with you, you slut..." Old Zhang leered as he took the remote from Yan Yan.
"Shut up, okay? My husband's here..."
"Oh, you bitch, you're afraid of your husband? Why weren't you scared when you put that on? I think you're a bitch in heat, getting more and more shameless..." "
You! You're going too far..." The wife wanted to argue, but then she looked at me beside her. At this moment, she really didn't have the mind to argue with Old Zhang.
"Oh...you! You! What are you doing!" The wife suddenly bent over, pressing her hands to her genitals, moaning softly.
Old Zhang had pressed the switch in his hand, a wicked grin on his face. "You! What do you mean 'you'! If you, you bitch, dare to talk back to me again, I'll make you pay!"
"No...don't!" "I'll...I'll do as you say...Quickly...Quickly turn that thing off...Ah!" The wife's tone softened immediately.
"Hehe...Now you know how powerful I am, you were quite fierce just now..."
"No...no..." The wife looked pained, regretting that she shouldn't have given the remote control to Old Zhang.
"Now I want you to show your breasts to the window...let the people on the street see you being horny."
"What! What!"
Old Zhang didn't answer his wife's question, and directly turned the vibration on the switch up another level.
"Ah! Ah! No! Don't! Don't...don't do that anymore...I!" "I'll be good..."
Yan Yan glanced at me, who was pretending to be asleep. She had no choice but to obey; she was afraid that making any noise would wake me up, which would be troublesome for her. Right now, my wife was like a toy held in Lao Zhang's hand.
My wife would occasionally steal glances at me, her husband, who was pretending to be fast asleep. She even touched me with one hand, and when she found that I didn't react at all, she gradually became bolder.
She pulled down her sundress, unhooked her bra, and slowly pulled her two huge breasts out of the neckline, revealing a pair of white and tender breasts.
"Hahaha...Are you enjoying this now?" "
I...I..." The wife's face flushed red. She looked down at her chest; her breasts were exposed outside her dress, and most shamefully, her nipples were erect and swollen with excitement.
"Put these on too..."
The wife obediently took the two clips the man handed her and skillfully clipped them onto her breasts. It seemed she had done this more than once. The clips instantly flattened her nipples. "Ugh..." Yan Yan's expression was a mixture of excitement and pain.
"Wife...what are you doing?"
"Ah!" "Yan Yan was startled by my voice!
She quickly turned around, her back to me, 'No...nothing...I...I was looking at the scenery...'
I pretended to be half asleep and mumbled an 'Oh...'. My wife turned around and saw that I was still sleeping, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
The question I just asked almost scared her to death, and I was also incredibly excited.
Old Zhang, watching Yan Yan with her breasts sticking out the window, pretending to be looking at the scenery, almost burst out laughing. My
wife seemed to have learned from the previous experience, so she simply pointed her large breasts, with her nipples clamped between them, out the window. It was better to be spied on by strangers outside than to be seen by me, her husband.
Although we were on the highway, some people in the cars driving side by side still got a clear look at my wife's white breasts.
I don't know how the people in those cars felt, but I'm sure those men who saw them were extremely excited and had nosebleeds.
The car drove on, and after we exited the highway, we drove onto a small road. I didn't know where we were going next, but the scenery along the road was quite nice."
“Let’s go to the next intersection to fill up!” Old Zhang said to Yan Yan.
“Oh, okay…” Yan Yan tried to straighten her clothes after hearing Old Zhang’s words.
“Hey! Who gave you permission to straighten your clothes…”
“You’re going to fill up at the gas station with those slutty breasts sticking out! Don’t cover them up! Do you hear me…”
“No! No way! People will see!”
“Haven’t enough people seen us already? If you dare to talk back again!” Old Zhang said, shaking the remote control in his hand.
“…” His wife looked helpless.
The car pulled into the gas station 15 minutes later. Probably because it was in the suburbs, there were no other cars filling up at the gas station, and the gas station looked very dilapidated.
“Hey buddy! Fill up!” Old Zhang got out of the car and called out to a man.
The man was dozing off, reluctantly opening his eyes. It seemed that he was the only one in the gas station, probably the owner.
“Filled up!”
“Hmm… 300 yuan in total.” The boss filled the car's gas tank with the fuel nozzle.
"Go ask the woman in the back of the car for money..." Old Zhang grinned and pointed to his wife sitting in the car.
“Miss…it’s 300 yuan in total…ah…you…how could you…” The shopkeeper only noticed when he got closer to Yan Yan that she had no clothes covering her chest at all, and two clips were lewdly hanging on her large, plump breasts.
“Miss…you…” The shopkeeper stammered, clearly seeing a woman’s exposed behavior for the first time, but he quickly recovered.
My wife blushed, and I didn’t know if it was the first time she had exposed herself in front of a strange man. “…
Shopkeeper…I don’t think I brought any money…” After searching her small bag three times, my wife realized she didn’t have any money.
“Ah! What should we do!”
“Wait…wait a minute…” My wife said, turning around and gently nudging me.
“Honey…do you have any money…”
“It’s in my pocket, take it yourself!” I pretended to be sleepy, took out my wallet and casually handed it to Yan Yan.
“Phew…” My wife breathed a sigh of relief.
But when she opened the wallet, her brows immediately furrowed.
“There’s only 250 yuan…”
“Miss! That’s 50 yuan short…” The shopkeeper was also getting anxious.
“Boss, how about this? I’m still 50 yuan short, so I’ll let this bitch play with your tits for 10 minutes as compensation… What do you think…” Old Zhang, seizing the opportunity, stepped forward and said.
“This…” Hearing Old Zhang’s words, my wife couldn’t help but twist her body, feeling nervous as her tits were about to be wantonly fondled by this strange man.
“No way!” The boss flatly refused Old Zhang’s offer.
My wife’s expression relaxed slightly.
“I… I want to sleep with this woman! 50 yuan! I want to have sex with her!”
“What!” My wife almost screamed. Even I, her husband sleeping next to her, almost cried out in surprise.
This man was actually so bold, offering 50 yuan to buy my wife. At that price, even the lowest prostitute in our city wouldn’t give him a second glance.
My wife is a white-collar worker in a company, holding the position of director, with at least dozens of subordinates. Even disregarding her work, just considering her appearance, young, beautiful, and elegant, every word used to describe a woman with exquisite beauty is perfect for her.
Such a career elite and a beauty in her personal life, actually being offered 50 yuan for a one-night stand. This is simply outrageous.
Old Zhang leered at Yan Yan, occasionally waving the controller in his hand at her.
The man outside the car, Old Zhang, and I, her husband inside, all waited for Yan Yan's answer.
I thought to myself, my wife wouldn't be so cheap as to sell herself for 50 yuan, but with that despicable Old Zhang beside her, what would she choose?
"Okay! 50 yuan it is... 50 yuan..." Wife, are you on aphrodisiacs or are you out of your mind to agree to this?
"However! You can only fuck my ass!" Yan Yan then said to the man.
She got up and walked out of the car, standing in front of the man with her breasts sticking out.
After thinking for a moment, the man said, "50 yuan for a beautiful woman's asshole like this, it's worth it!"
Without any hesitation, he lifted his wife's skirt. "Wow! You're so lewd, so there's something stuck in your cunt...no wonder you wouldn't let me fuck you!"
"...Don't say anything, where do you want to fuck me?" His wife's tone seemed calm, but looking at the large puddle of vaginal fluid on the car seat, I knew she was overcome with lust.
"How about here..." Old Zhang chimed in. This guy always came up with bad ideas at crucial moments; it was clear he was deliberately making things difficult for Yan Yan.
"Here! Here!" His wife, who had been somewhat excited, suddenly became timid.
"I...my husband...what should I do!"
"What! You actually have a husband!" the man exclaimed in surprise.
"I..." His wife felt utterly ashamed.
"You actually have a husband...how can you be like this? Are you a pervert..."
"Haha...she's not only a pervert, she's a huge pervert, a pervert who's always thinking about men fucking her, fucking her cunt..." Old Zhang's mouth was full of filth.
The wife glared at Lao Zhang, but then the man pressed her against the rear windshield and started fucking her.
"Oh...your asshole is so tight...relax a little so I can put it in, that's it, feels good. Why is your asshole so wet and slippery, you bitch? Did you put something on it?"
Lao Zhang laughed, answering for his wife: "These bitches have a habit of putting oil in their assholes, and they even do enemas every day to keep their intestines clean."
"Ah! What a perverted woman! Doesn't her husband know she does this?"
Lao Zhang shrugged, shaking his head to indicate ignorance.
"Hey! Bitch, I'm asking you, does your husband really not know you do this?"
"Hmm! He...he doesn't know..."
"Have you ever been fucked in front of him?"
"Yes! I have..." the wife answered shamefully.
"Hahaha! You really are a slut, oh! I know...so you like being fucked in front of your husband, don't you?" the man said, fucking my wife's asshole.
"No...don't say that!" the wife moaned even louder.
"Hahaha! I knew it! You slut who loves to cuckold your husband!"
Although I couldn't see their actions from inside the car, their conversation was already quite provocative.
"You...you...do you often get your ass fucked like this?"
"No...no..."
"Oh! Then I'm really lucky, I'm the first person to fuck your ass in front of your husband?"
"No...no...I mean, I...don't...don't often...don't often get fucked like this...

" "Fuck! I thought I got a good deal, but it turns out your cunt and ass have been fucked in front of your husband! You've made your husband a cuckold again and again, you're really shameless! I'll play you to pieces today!"
"Bang!" With a "thud," I felt a knock on the car window I was leaning against.
I instinctively turned my head and saw my wife outside, her backside sticking out, her body bent over, her hands gripping the car door glass. Her clothes were already on at the front, but her movements were very strange; it felt like someone was pushing her forward from behind.
I rolled down the window. "Honey... what are you doing?"
"Ah! I... I'm filling up the tank..." My wife was clearly very nervous, but she managed a weak smile.
"Miss, do you want to fill up the tank?" came the voice of a man standing behind my wife from outside the door. I could vaguely see his groin throbbing.
"Mmm... mmm... ah... yes... yes! I... I want to fill it up..." My wife's voice sounded like a moan.
"Honey... honey... did I disturb you?" my wife asked guiltily.
“No, I’ve slept for so long, I feel much better!”
“Oh…good…that’s good…ah…” As my wife spoke to me, a drop of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.
“Wife…why are you drooling?”
“Do…do I?” My wife hurriedly wiped it clean with her hand.
“Miss, did you fill the gas tank too full and it overflowed?” The man in the back interrupted our conversation.
“Wife…what is he saying?”
“No…no, don’t listen to his nonsense… ”
“Wife…why is your body swaying so much… ”
“It’s…it’s a bit hot outside, I’m doing this…this will help me cool down a little…cool down a bit…”
“Turn on the air conditioning in the car, then come in quickly…”
“I…I can’t come in yet…” My wife’s expression seemed to be getting more and more excited as she spoke.
“Hmm? Why…why?”
“I…I’m filling the gas tank…ah…umm…this…this gas tank is filling so fast…ah…”
My wife’s speech had turned into moans.
Through the right rearview mirror, I realized with horror that what my wife was talking about, “filling the gas tank,” was actually the man standing behind us penetrating her.
My wife's anus has become a gas tank, this filthy little gas tank. It'll definitely be filled with a man's semen later!
Yan Yan tried her best to stand on tiptoe, sticking her butt out high, so that the man's "oil gun" could smoothly go in and out of her little "oil tank"...
"Smack!" What a familiar and pleasant sound, my wife was being spanked again.
I don't know why... even I, as her husband, am used to spanking her butt when we have sex.
"This gas tank seems a bit cheap! If I don't spank it, it won't hold the oil gun tightly..." the man seemed to be saying to me.
"Then you should spank it a few more times!" I replied.
"Yes!... Yes! Then you should spank it a few more times, like this... like this feels good..." My wife's moans drowned out her voice.
"Wife... what do you feel good about?"
"Nothing... nothing... I mean, it feels good when the gas tank tightens and the oil gun is tighter, right?"
"Ah! Fill it!! It's full! It's... it's ready! It's... it's ready... woo woo..." My wife trembled all over, letting out a high-pitched cry.
"Wife...wife...are you alright?!"
"No! I'm fine, I'm just a little...a little excited...the gas tank...the gas tank is finally full..."
I watched this lewd scene outside the car window the whole time. My wife, overly excited, stuck out her tongue and gave me a wet kiss, her anus contracting and opening, spitting out the thick streams of semen the man had just ejaculated inside her...

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