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It was a Friday night. My wife and I had another date night planned. Our date night at this time typically consisted of the two of us meeting with Keith for dinner. Our meetings with him were becoming more social and casual. We were attempting to have an actual friendship with him before dashing to a hotel room for sex. At the time I worked in a factory and my schedule was 6 am to 3:30 pm. Since I got off work several hours earlier than she did from her job, it was my duty to get the kids settled with the sitter while she would go straight to the restaurant from work. That also worked well since she worked in Castleton which much closer to our rendezvous location in Indianapolis. It was quite unplanned, but this night would be different. Our babysitter canceled on us at the last minute, so I had to scramble to find another. This meant that my wife and Keith got to have dinner together alone. No big deal, except that I had checked into the hotel room after work and the key was in my pocket. Remember when hotels actually had keys.

By the time I had arranged an alternate babysitter, I was running really late, two hours late in all. So even though my wife and her date were finished with dinner and both very horny, they had no place to go. I called her just before I left the house, and she said that it made no sense for me to come to the restaurant. She said that I should meet them in the parking lot of a Target that was near the hotel. This was also back when we only had one cell phone between the two of us, so communication was especially difficult once I left home. When I got to the Target parking lot, I could not find them. I drove around and hunted but I could not locate them. After about 10 minutes of searching, I stopped at a pay phone and called her. On the second call she finally answered. She said that they were close by but well hidden, and to look for her car behind some building material. It took a few more minutes, but I finally found them. They were parked in the stall of a car wash that was under construction in one of the out lots on the far end of the Target parking lot. I had not looked there previously because it was taped off with yellow construction tape. It was difficult to see her car because there was a big pile of stone in front of the stall they had chosen; good for their privacy but hard as hell for me to find them.

I parked nearby and walked up to the car. It was a cool October night, and the windows of her car were like bathroom glass from moisture of their steamy passion compensating on the cool windows. I stood at the passenger door and saw the shadowy figures inside. Keith was in the passenger seat facing forward, the seat was tilted slightly back. My wife was on top of him facing backwards. She was rhythmically rising and lowering herself over him. I tried to get in the back seat, but the doors were locked. I knocked on the window, but she wouldn’t unlock the door. I knocked again. She cracked the window and whispered that she couldn’t open the door because the interior lights would come on. I will never forget what she said next: ‘Come back in a few minutes, he is not done’. Without waiting for a response, she rolled the window back up and went back to screwing him.

With no place to go, I stood outside in the cold next to the back bumper of her car while my wife fucked him inside. I kneeled down as a cop car drove by. I wondered how I would be able to explain this if they had come to investigate. Although I couldn’t see anything inside because it was dark and the windows were fogged, as I was crouching down near the rear passenger side of her car and my hand was resting on the rear quarter panel, I could feel the car bouncing rhythmically with my hand and I could hear my wife moaning as she passionately fucked him inside. Then, I heard him grunt loudly three or four times as she drew his climax from him. The motion of the car slowly stopped.

What came next was even more incredible. I shake my head in disbelief whenever I think about it. After a few moments, the door opened, and my wife got out of the car. She had the blue button-down shirt she wore to work, but all the buttons were undone, and her bra was lifted over her breasts exposing them. She was completely naked from the waist down except for her crew length socks. Her long blond hair shimmered in the dim light. She stood there grinning at me without saying a word. Then she lifted her left hand up near her shoulder, she had the top of the used condom pinched between her forefingers in her thumb. I remember it had purple tint to the latex and I could see his white semen pooled at the bottom. It hung from her fingers almost to her elbow, a length that professed the depth of her lover’s penetration. Immodestly, she waved the condom maybe ten inches from my face to profess ‘look what I just did. Then she flung it aside for some construction worker to find in the morning. Silently, I watched as she dressed in front of me. First, she pulled her bra back over her breasts and buttoned her shirt. Then reached back in the car and retrieved her pants from the floorboard near his feet. I suppose that Keith was dressing as well but he didn’t get out of the car, and I didn’t notice. I was intently observing my wife. She wiped her crotch with her cotton underpants and then handed them to me. She quickly pulled her pants back on, camo style with no undies and put on her shoes. She asked me for the hotel key which I handed to her. Pushing past me, she walked to the driver’s side of the car and instructed me to follow them to the hotel. She was so unashamed, and I was absolutely flabbergasted.

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