I had told my wife I wanted to watch her have sex with another guy, but I didn’t expect it to happen at all, and I especially didn’t expect it to happen like this.
We had been tailgating all day for the big game. We used Christian’s truck to tailgate, and he had appropriately decorated his car with team colors. The windshield was covered by a large flag.
As we drew within an hour of game time, people began to trickle away from the parking lot where we were tailgating and heading towards the game. Since we didn’ t have tickets and were planning on watching the game at a bar, we were in no real hurry to pack up our tailgate. I had to piss really bad, so I left Lindsay and Christian at the truck to start packing the tailgate up while I found a bathroom.
After relieving myself, I was surprised as I approached the truck again and didn’t Lindsay and Christian. I wondered where they could possibly be. But, as I drew closer to the truck, I started thinking my ears were playing tricks on me. Lindsay’s unmistakeable moan pierced through loud rap music from within the truck.
By the time I got to the truck and reached out for the handle to open the door, Lindsay’s loud moans and groans made it perfectly clear that they were having sex in the truck. While I had said I wanted to see her having sex with another guy, I didn’t expect her to just do it without consulting me, and I certainly didn’t expect she would just fuck a friend of mine.
But the person moaning inside the truck was definitely my wife. I regognized the moans but today they were louder, more frequent, and more intense. I pulled on the door handle but the door was locked. I climbed on the hood of the car and pulled back the flag covering the windshield so that my eyes could confirm what my ears were reporting.
I couldn’t believe I was actually seeing this.There was my wife, her back to me. She was shirtless, braless, jeanless — completely naked, in Christian’s lap in the driver’s seat. She bounced up and down on his cock, and I heard them both cum wildly only moments after I peeked inside the truck.
As the doors were finally unlocked and I hopped inside the back of the truck, I noticed Lindsay seemed to have no shame as she was now on the passenger seat dressing herself. “So,” I asked, “how was it guys?”
Lindsay wasted no time replying very matter-of-factly, “It was fucking grrreeeeat!”