Find somewhere quiet to pull over

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You pull off the busy street and drive around behind a clothing store that has closed for the evening. Parking between two large dumpsters, you turn off the headlights and power your seat back. You then put your hand to your wife's face and pull her up to look at you.

"Fuck me, Janice. Fuck me one last time."

You're not sure it's the best thing to do right now, but for some reason it's the only thing you can think of. You can't get the image of your wife riding Marcus, and maybe fucking her will help to make that thought go away. You are confused. You want her to want you.

Clearly she doesn't.

Janice just stares at you. It's like she's high. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't do anything. She just stares at you with an odd, expressionless look on her face. It's not what you want from her, so you say the only thing that comes to mind.

"Doar spune da."

Your wife reacts without emotion, but with clear intent. She crawls over and straddles you, hiking up her dress. You see she isn't wearing any panties. Your dick is still out, and just hard enough to be effective. Janice reaches down and grabs your cock, then guides it into her hole as she settles down onto it. She reaches up and puts her hands on the seat behind your head, and begins a slow, steady rhythm. You put your hands on her hips and help to keep the motion steady. There, in your parked SUV, you fuck your wife for what is probably the last time. Janice is rolling her hips back and forth, forcing her cunt to massage your cock. You look at her face...trying to look into her eyes...hoping to see some sign that she is enjoying herself. Instead she just stares at you...past you. Janice picks up the pace, rolling over your cock harder and faster. Her breathing gets heavier, but her face remains emotionless. You still can't get the idea of another man being in this position out of your mind. How many times has Janice done this to Marcus? Who else has she been sleeping with? How many men has she fucked, while you have been faithful. While you have been working to provide for her?

Janice continues to increase the speed and intensity. She is fucking you hard, now. Her breathing is fast, and her mouth remains open. Occasionally she lets out a short moan. You slide your hands from her hips up to her shoulders, and change the rhythm from sliding back and forth to a bounce, up and down. With each bounce, you thrust back up into her, squeezing her shoulders and pushing her back down into your cock. She is no longer fucking you. You are fucking her.

You have taken control. You are in charge.

You continue to hammer into your wife as she bounces up and down on your cock. You move your hands from her shoulders to your neck...and tighten your grip.

Your move seems to break the spell. Janice's eye widen, and she reaches to try and pull your hands from her neck.

"Don't stop fucking me!" you yell at her.

She stuggles to stop you.

"Doar spune da."

You wife stops struggling and leans back, resting her hands on your knees as she slides up and down on your cock.

You squeeze tighter.

"Keep fucking me, Janice. I'm going to fuck you to death. Doar spune da. Keep fucking me. Doar spune da. Fuck me to death."

Janice continues to fuck you. Her pussy squeezes at your cock as she rides up and down on it. Her face turns red as you continue to tighten your clutch around her throat, but she doesn't stop. She keeps fucking.

Then she slows down.

You roll her over and lay her back across the seats, and keep fucking her. You don't let go of her throat, squeezing with all of your strength as you slam your cock into her, slapping your pelvis against hers. She is your wife, and she will do what you want her to. She will fuck you when you want her to. She is your wife. She is yours.

Your head explodes along with your cock. You feel like you might pass out as you fill your wife with cum. A couple more hard, deep thrusts and you push the last few drops into her.

Then you look down at your dead wife.

Your hands are still crushing her throat. Her eyes are wide and lifeless, and her body is completely limp.

Fuck.


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