Sexual intercourse in the underground parking lot of the adulterous wife

I met up with friends over the weekend. My wife wore a low-cut jumpsuit that revealed her cleavage. The skirt was very short, and she wore flesh-colored stockings (not pantyhose, but thigh-high stockings). If she bent over, you could see the wide heels and her white, transparent panties underneath, the kind where you could see her pubic hair. She also wore 6cm patent leather leopard-print high-heeled sandals. She was so sexy! During the meal, my friends stared at her, their eyes constantly wandering to her body. Because it was the weekend, we drank some Jiangxiaobai (a type of Chinese liquor) during our fun. Since she can't hold her liquor, my wife's face quickly turned rosy, and her lips were red and moist. My wife's breasts are small, but she has cleavage. Her white thighs were exposed, and the texture of the flesh-colored stockings made her skin look delicate and smooth. I couldn't resist placing my hand on her leg and caressing it. She was such a beautiful young woman. After dinner, my friends had drunk quite a bit and didn't want to leave, so we decided to play some pool. Maybe they didn't want to let my wife go home so soon and wanted to take advantage of her a little longer, just to feast their eyes. When we arrived at the pool, it was crowded because it was the weekend. We chose a table to watch from inside. On the way, many men cast lewd glances at my wife. The pool was a mixed bag; many tattooed young men with dyed blond hair probably hadn't seen such a respectable young woman playing pool before. My wife was dressed so sexily, her face flushed, and they were practically drooling. I felt both excited and a little jealous, and my heart was pounding. For the first game, my friends urged me to start. My wife sat on a high stool next to us. Since all the stools in the pool were like that, she had to cover herself with her hands when she sat down, but the top of her stockings was still showing. My friends were all drooling. I didn't care anymore and started playing, but my skill level was poor, and I kept falling behind. I glanced at my wife; we had ordered some more beer, and because it was hot in the pool hall, and my friends kept asking her to drink, she had a few drinks and was a little tipsy, her eyes somewhat glazed. Before long, I lost the first game. Then, my friend's wife called my wife to the next table for a game. My wife initially said she didn't know how to play and didn't want to go, but she couldn't resist the enthusiastic invitation and joined in. I walked over and hugged my wife from behind, using my left hand to hold the cue stick and my right hand to guide her forward to push the ball. As I bent over, her deep cleavage was revealed, her two firm breasts encased in a thin white lace bra, revealing her light brown areolas and two large nipples. At that moment, two young men across from us cast lustful glances our way, staring intently. I knew they must have seen my wife's cleavage. I didn't care anymore, held my breath, and, holding my wife's hand, forcefully hit the bottom hole, but missed. I stood up, but my wife hadn't reacted and was still slumped over the table. I looked from behind—good heavens, my wife's skirt was... It was short, revealing her white, transparent panties, and her stockings were completely exposed. My wife was standing with one leg straight and the other raised, her legs slightly apart, and I could vaguely see sparse pubic hair and some damp marks. My mind went blank. I quickly pulled my wife up, and only then did I notice that my friends behind us were staring wide-eyed, practically spitting fire at my wife's skirt. When they saw me staring at them, they looked away embarrassedly. A few tattooed young men not far away were also looking this way and huddled together, discussing something, occasionally letting out lewd and mocking laughter. I was both angry and excited, and my genitals felt hot and slightly hard. I checked the time; it was almost 11:30. I helped my wife, said goodbye to my friends, and staggered home. Since I had driven, I hired a designated driver. My wife and I sat in the back. She was quite drunk and leaned on my shoulder. I put my arms around her soft, slender waist from behind and placed my hand on her buttocks. My wife has a wasp waist and full hips; her hips are wide and feel very full and comfortable to the touch. Suddenly, I noticed in the rearview mirror that the designated driver was constantly looking in our direction. I then noticed that my wife's skirt had ridden up a bit when she got in the car, revealing the hem of her stockings. He must have also seen her underwear and her dark... Lin, never mind him, we'll be there soon anyway. I drove to the entrance of the complex, got out, paid the fare, and got into the driver's seat. The driver lingered in the back seat, watching his wife with a reluctant look. I floored the gas pedal and drove into the basement. I parked the car in the innermost space. My place is at the very back of the complex, so the parking space is quite far in. The basement light above the parking space was broken due to age, making the surrounding light very dim. I checked the time; it was already 12:00. Looking at my wife, who was fast asleep in the back, and under the influence of alcohol, I had a bold idea. I opened the car door, got into the back seat, and whispered in my wife's ear, "Let's make love in the car. It's the middle of the night anyway, and there's no one in the underground parking lot." My wife was scared and didn't want to, so I shamelessly slipped my hand between her legs, feeling the warmth of her stockings. My right hand reached down from her neckline to her breasts, slipping inside her bra and kneading her nipples. Soon, her nipples became erect. My left hand moved deeper into her legs; her panties were already soaked at the entrance of her vagina. I pulled my hand out and smelled it—a sour, hormonal scent. The smell assaulted my brain, I couldn't take it anymore. I said, "Okay, honey, just say yes." My wife nodded slightly and took off her panties, straddling me. My heart raced. I quickly pulled my shorts and panties down to my ankles, and my bright red penis immediately sprang out, hot and hard. Then I grabbed my wife, unzipped the back of her skirt, pulled it up to her stomach, pushed her bra up to reveal her breasts, buried my head in them, and excitedly sucked on her nipples, making smacking sounds, while my other hand kneaded them. My other nipple was pressed against my wife's wet pussy, rubbing together. Since this was our first time having sex in a car, we were both very excited, breathing heavily. Soon, I felt my wife's pussy overflowing with fluid, and my penis grew harder and harder. With a thrust, my long penis slid into my wife's vagina. I grabbed my wife's two big buttocks from behind and started thrusting. I felt hot all over, and my wife's pussy was even wet and hot. I took off my T-shirt, grabbed my wife's buttocks with both hands, and fucked her faster and harder. Because of the alcohol, I lasted much longer than usual. My wife was also very excited, wriggling her buttocks and moving up and down, making slapping sounds and the churning of vaginal fluid. The whole car was filled with the smell of male and female sex hormones, along with my wife's perfume, a sour smell of sweat, and the smell of secretions. The car felt like it was shaking. Now I finally understood why it's called car sex. I was breathing heavily, and my wife was holding my buttocks and thrusting hard. My wife's arms were wrapped around my neck, her head looking back at the front. On the car seat, the sounds of our bodies slapping together grew louder and faster. I felt myself approaching climax. I gripped my wife's breasts tightly, kneading her nipples. A surge of heat coursed through my body, and my wife's vagina began to contract, gripping my glans with incredible pleasure. I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated, shooting all of it into my wife's hot vagina. I let out a deep, rough growl, and my wife was panting heavily. By this time, we were both drenched in sweat, and the tops of my wife's stockings were damp. After resting for a while, my wife sat up, and a stream of white fluid... The fluid dripped from my wife's vagina onto my penis and pubic hair. My wife considerately took out tissues from her bag to clean herself first, then helped me clean up. We got dressed; my wife wasn't wearing underwear, so she put her damp underwear in her bag. I checked my watch—it was already 12:40. We'd been doing it for 40 minutes. We locked the car, and I held my wife's buttocks as we drove home. This was our first time having sex in a car; it was so exciting! My wife said she wanted to try it outside sometime. I smiled slightly and pinched her bare buttocks.

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