A Fair Deal

"Every time!" I shouted at her, frustrated.

"It's not every time," she replied, wincing and holding her head at the loudness, "it's, just... more often than it should be."

"It's not fair on anyone else! Your friends! Me! Whoever you decide to throw up on!" I continued, furious that another night had finished with her blind drunk. Another night spent alone next to her unconscious, snoring body.

"My friends think it's funny! And I didn't throw up on anyone... Did I?" she asked, looking concerned.

"Not this time! Fine. It's not fair on me. I deserve more. I deserve better." I turned away, partly disgusted at my own petulant tone. Sometimes it felt like I was the worst version of myself around her.

I stared out the window at the blue mid-morning sky. Another lovely Sunday lost to one of her hangovers.

From the bed behind me, I heard her let out a long sigh. It was brutal of me to argue with her when she was in this state, but I was in a brutal mood.

"You're just grumpy because you didn't get what you wanted," she groaned dismissively.

"What?" I said, turning around to face her, slightly confused.

She put her hands over her eyes in obvious discomfort and slowly repeated, "You. Are. Just. Angry. Because. You. Didn't. Get. To. FUCK. ME." and winced again at her own volume.

I stared at her for a moment. She wasn't entirely wrong. Her slurred flirting and sloppy kisses at the bar after dinner had been full of lewd promises, but in the end she had once again chosen drunken oblivion instead of me.

I had seen it coming and tried to slow her down. She drank the water I gave her, but minutes later I spotted her sneaking in a shot at the bar, when she had supposedly just gone to the toilet.

"That's not it!" I replied defensively.

"Liar." she stated harshly, her eyes still covered.

"It's not just that!" I continued, affronted. "It's the embarrassment of carrying my staggering drunk-"

"Oh fuck off." she interrupted, "If we'd done it you would have been happy as the cat that got the cum-fucking-flavoured cream! And I would be left in fucking peace!!"

"Bullshit." I replied, feeling hurt by her accusation.

"You know what? I call bullshit right back at you." she spat, sitting up to glare at me with one eye open, "Next time you can fuck my drunk unconscious body. Angry fuck me like a floppy lifeless corpse! Go to town! Get it out of your system!"

I was completely wrong-footed by her offer. Was she making fun of me? Was she serious?

"On one condition!" She held up her finger like a command, "You piss off and leave me alone! Today and every morning like this."

I still couldn't find any words. I was stunned, the anger was draining away. Did I want to accept? Did I want to hold the moral high ground? Or was this just a trick?

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yes. Now fuck off or no deal." She took a breath. "NOW!"

I was already walking out the door before my doubts had a chance to kick in.

A few hours of sleep later, she emerged looking a little more human, still in her pyjamas. She drank some more water, ate some toast, and apologised.

"I'm sorry for getting so drunk again. And for swearing at you." She looked down at the table and gave a long sigh.

"I'm sorry for being so harsh with you." I apologised in return. We smiled wryly at each other. Things weren't fixed, but they felt a bit better.

She got up and headed back towards the bedroom. At the doorway she looked over her shoulder at me and asked, smiling impishly: "Do you want to make up?" before continuing through without waiting for an answer.

She was already laying on the bed waiting for me when I got there. She was in her front, head on the pillow, eyes closed. She gave her bum a little wiggle, as if I needed any encouragement!

I pulled the waistband off her bottoms down, revealing her gropable bum. I gave it a good squeeze, then continued pulling them off until I dropped them beside the bed.

I pushed apart her legs with my knees, and looked down at her sex. Her lips were already parted and glistening.

"Be gentle with me - I'm still a bit fragile." She asked a little pathetically.

I rubbed my fingers over her entrance, confirming that she was already wet and ready. I pressed my finger into her, and it slipped inside her with hardly any resistance. She squeezed my finger, gripping tightly around it.

"You're already sloppy." I observed, partly as a question.

"Mmm." She responded, as her hips pushed up in reaction to me firmly pushing in a second finger. She might be wet, but she was still tight as always.

I removed my fingers and unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled out my cock and positioned myself above her so that its head was resting against her warm slit as I supported myself with one arm.

She moved her hips to rub it against herself. She reached down between her legs so she could press the head against her clit as she moved back and forth.

I leaned down to kiss her cheek and neck, pulling up her top to cup her breast with my spare hand. I gently squeezed her nipple as she pushed herself onto my cock, her hand guiding me into her warm folds.

I grunted in her ear in satisfaction. I avoided pushing deeper, and instead made small thrusts so I could feel the ridge of the head of my cock slip back and forth at her entrance.

"I was thinking of you," she confessed suddenly. "I was thinking of you taking me while I was drunk and unconscious. Using me to satisfy yourself."

She had opened her eyes and was looking up at me over her shoulder. Her hand pulled me down by the back of the head until my ear was beside her mouth.

She whispered, "I played with myself while I thought about you using me as your fuckdoll."

Her filthy language whispered directly into my ear was giving me chills. I could feel my need to finish building already.

In one long firm thrust I pushed myself deep into her, until our bodies were pressed together, causing her to let out a quiet whimper. I held myself there and felt her fingers rubbing her clit beneath me.

"I came thinking about it," she continued. "I imagined waking up to you already pounding me. Your cock becoming hard and as you came inside me."

Her fingers were moving rapidly now, as I began long purposeful thrusts into her.

"So you want to go through with the deal, then?" I asked, looking into her face and picking up speed.

"Yes." she replied, her eyes tightly closed.

"You want me to strip you and use your body like my sex toy?" I watched her brows furrow as the sound of our bodies slapping together grew louder.

"Yes!" she exclaimed.

I kissed her and grunted as I felt her body tensing and twitching beneath me. With a final few thrusts into her convulsing body I finally released myself within her. Waves swept through me and burst from my cock, filling her with my cum.

I held myself deep within her. I could feel her shuddering and squeezing me inside her as her fingers frantically rubbed her clit. She bucked and moaned as I felt the last pulses of cum leave me.

We caught our breath for a moment. I was still on top of her, my softening cock warm and snug inside the sloppy mess of her sex.

I whispered in her ear "Deal." A little shiver went down her spine and I felt her clench around me.

"And you'll be gentle with me?" she asked plaintively.

"Of course," I replied. Kissing her shoulder and neck. "I don't want to damage my new sex doll."

She smiled at that and I felt her squeeze me again. My cock twitched in response inside her. I could feel it slowly hardening.

"Stop," she giggled. "I don't think I can go again."

"How many times have you finished already this morning?" I asked teasingly.

She looked over her shoulder with a slightly guilty expression as I pushed my enlarging cock further into her.

"Twice before I came downstairs."

I raised my eyebrows. Twice was uncommon, but orgasming three times in one morning was almost unheard of.

I reluctantly pulled myself from her. She rolled on her side to face me. We kissed and cuddled in the afterglow. Each of us thinking about the deal.

"I do want to be better though," she said quietly. "It's a fun fantasy, but I don't want to always be a drunken fool every time I have a drink."

I kissed her forehead and squeezed her. "Sounds like a win-win to me."

A few weeks later, I found myself sitting in the car, waiting in a car park for my wife and her friends. They had been for a prosecco brunch together, but brunch had lasted well into the evening.

In the golden light of a warm autumn evening, I waited patiently. When she called earlier there had been a definite slur to her words. The fact that it was her calling and not one of her friends was a good sign though. Maybe she really was making the effort to be more sensible.

I heard them before I saw them. Cackling and clip-clopping in their heels.

Around the corner they staggered. My wife was holding onto one of her friends and... I froze, a man?

Puzzled, I gave them a wave and they trotted over.

The doors opened. One of her friends sat in the front passenger seat next to me and smiled a tipsy "Hi there, taxi man!"

The man helped my wife into the back, and to my surprise, followed her in. Her second friend got in from the other side. The two of them giggling as they stumbled and fumbled their way into their seats.

"Um, Hi." said the man, nervously. "I just finished at the restaurant and your wife said you could give me a lift?" He was clearly as uncomfortable as me. "If that's ok? I live about 5 minutes away from you. It's much faster by car than by bus"

"Sure!" I agreed, and took his address. I wasn't very happy about it, but it wasn't the first time this gaggle had offered out my services as a taxi. Picking up a waiter was a new one, but at least he was sober!

The first friend didn't live far away. They were giggling and chatting the whole way. They were a funny group of drunks and it wasn't long before me and the waiter were laughing along too.

I pulled up outside the first friend's house. As she picked up her handbag, she turned to me, said "Thanks for the lift. You're a lovely man." and before I could react, her soft alcohol-scented lips pressed against mine for a moment.

"There's your tip!" she said and stepped giggling out of the car. With a little wave to her friends she headed up the path and inside.

I looked at the three of them in the back, feeling slightly taken aback. There was a second of silence as the three of them stared back at me, equally stunned.

"I don't need to leave a tip too, do I?" said the waiter, and suddenly we were all laughing.

"I don't want the tip, or the rest of it, thanks!" I joked rudely, and the three of them were almost in tears.

"I'll take your tip" slurred my wife. Without warning she kissed him, catching us all by surprise.

My heart skipped a beat. "Hey!" I objected. It was only a quick kiss, but the sight of my wife kissing another man filled me with strong feelings. Anger, and although I didn't want to admit it to myself, lust.

"Oh fair's fair!' she retorted. "You get a liddle kish, I cun have one nazwell." Her words barely understandable. Her eyes were looking a little droopy.

"S'true!" her friend added.

The waiter shrugged an apology, as baffled as me by the turn of events.

"An' you're just grumpy because I'm awake and you don't get your..." she waved her hands vaguely at herself. "me". She slumped to the side, her head on her friend's shoulder.

"Oh." said her friend knowingly. She waggled her eyebrows at me and smirked, "The Deal."

"Sssh!" interrupted my wife, slightly too late. "S'a secret!" Her eyes were closed now. Snuggled up to her friend.

The waiter looked at me, puzzled.

"Let's get going" I said, changing the subject, my cheeks reddening. It had been wandering around the back of my mind for weeks, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been secretly hopeful that it would come to fruition tonight.

Shortly afterwards I dropped off her second friend. She propped up my semi-conscious wife in the middle seat, who gave a quiet "Bye" and a half wave without opening her eyes.

Her friend leant forwards to me between the two front seats, her cleavage wobbling eye-grabbingly in her low top.

"Looks like you're getting lucky tonight," she whispered lewdly and kissed me. Not just a quick one second kiss like before - a lingering kiss, finished with a light brush of her tongue on my lips.

'See you next time" she said promisingly, and gave the waiter a quick peck and a "Bye!" before leaving the car.

I watched her lovely bottom walking up the drive to her home. Both of my wife's friends were attractive in different ways, and the kisses were more than welcome, but they had done nothing more than some light flirting in the past. I had never seen the group of them so wound up before.

Long may it continue, I considered.

"Friendly, aren't they?" said the waiter, bringing me back to reality.

"Yeah!" I said. "Not normally this friendly, but I'm not complaining!" We both chuckled.

Our voices disturbed my wife. She groaned and slowly slid sideways until she was resting on the waiter's shoulder. In the dusk light I could see the straps of her bra and top had slid off her shoulder furthest from him, and her breast was bulging out slightly, revealing the darker skin at the edge of her nipple.

He didn't seem to notice. I was about to say something but a part of me enjoyed the thrill of her slight exposure. I decided to leave her as she was.

We set off on the longest part of the drive. We lived further out of town than her friends. She wanted to be near the nightlife and I wanted to be in the country. In the end we had settled on an unhappy compromise in the suburbs between both.

After a few minutes I adjusted the rear view mirror down slightly to check on my passengers. My eyebrows immediately shot up.

In the fading light I could see my wife's bare breast bouncing with the car's movement. Her straps had slipped down further, and her bra cup had fallen open in front of her!

At the edge of the mirror, to no surprise, I spotted the waiter's eyes hungrily devouring every motion.

The sight distracted me for a moment and I realised my speed had dropped. I sped back up and set the cruise control.

Sensing something was up, the waiter looked up and met my gaze in the mirror.

"Enjoying the view, are you?" I chuckled, inexplicably aroused by this man's attention on my wife.

"Oh, I, er... sorry. It just... I didn't..." He spluttered.

"Don't worry." I responded, being blazé about the situation.

"Are you sure?" he asked cautiously. "I can cover her back up."

"Hey babe! Babe! BABE!" I said loudly, making him jump. "Do you mind him looking at your bare tits?"

Silence.

"I don't think she minds," I laughed. He chuckled with me.

"Well, if neither of you mind me looking at them..." he said. I saw movement in the mirror, and then without warning he pulled down the other side, revealing her other breast!

I mentally froze for a moment. I had said "tits" instead of "tit", which mistakenly gave him permission. I gulped and looked back at my wife's breasts wobbling lewdly in the half-light for this stranger to appreciate.

"Beautiful!" he said.

"Yeah!" I answered. Beautiful. And bare for him and any passing car to see. I felt a stirring inside me. Not just inside. I could feel myself swelling in my underwear.

"So tell me about this 'deal'," he asked, changing the subject.

I told him all about her problems with drinking, flirting, getting black out drunk, my frustration, our arguments, and finally her offer of a deal. It felt like a weight off my chest to talk about it with him. I realised he was the first person I had to talk to about it. About any of it.

He listened intently and agreed with my feelings: "Nothing worse than being cock blocked!" he joked. He was staring at her breasts as they jiggled at each bump in the road.

"Wow... so this gorgeous woman is yours to use for the night?" he said, amazed. "You are one lucky man."

"Yeah!" I answered. My heart thudding with excitement. Even discussing using her later had my pulse racing.

"Though I don't mind you getting her ready for me!"

"... What?" he said, puzzled.

"You know, taking her top down. I don't mind." I clarified. Confused by his confusion.

"Oh! I wondered what you meant for a moment." he chuckled.

"Ha!" a laugh escaped me. Were we really discussing him doing more with my wife? How much more did he think I meant?

I realised my cock was hardening. How much more did I want him to do?

"We've never really done anything with anyone else..." I confessed.

"But you don't mind me seeing her like this?" he asked.

"... No." I answered thoughtfully.

"Would you mind me taking off her bra?" he asked, his voice optimistic but cautious.

I thought for a moment, looking at my bare-breasted wife in the mirror. It seemed harmless in the circumstances.

"Go for it." I replied. My breath shaking slightly.

I heard him moving. I saw glimpses of him shifting her around as he unclasped her bra, and realised that in the process he had 'accidentally' supported her by taking a handful of her breast for a moment.

Some more movements and she was resting back on his shoulder. Her bra landed on the passenger seat next to me, making me jump slightly.

I just let a stranger take my wife's bra off. The evidence was sat next to me. And he had gotten a good grope in the process. I pretended to have not seen, but the memory blazed in my mind. This man she barely knew squeezing her soft flesh without her permission, and she would never know.

If she never knew, did we do anything wrong?

I looked in the mirror again. To take the bra off he had pulled the straps of her top off her arms. Her vest top was now just a band of material around her waist, providing her no dignity. The street lights caressed her flesh as they passed, revealing her in the dim light to anyone who might glance in the back as they overtook us.

"I don't think that top is doing much!" I joked.

With barely a pause, I saw her arms pulled above her as her top was slipped up, over her breasts, and above her head. It landed unceremoniously with the bra beside me.

No grope this time, the sight of her breasts popping out from under the top as it came off was enough for both of us, clearly.

"Can I touch them?"

"Again?" I teased, revealing that I already knew about his wandering hand.

I saw his guilty smile. "Sorry man. It was right there and..."

I let out a short laugh. "It's OK." I replied.

He took that as permission, and his hand took it in turns with her breasts. I could see them bulging as he squeezed them firmly. Then the taut skin as he gently pulled each nipple, leaving them hard in the warm autumn evening air.

I was struggling to split my focus between the road and the man's enjoyment of my wife. I purposefully slowed to match the speed of a lorry ahead, and set the cruise control again. This way I just needed to keep the well-lit back of the lorry directly ahead of me, and could concentrate more on what was behind me.

I was feeling pleased with myself when the man's voice interrupted my smugness.

"How does her skirt do up?"

"It's a zip on her left." I answered, realising the implied permission as the words left my mouth. There's no undo button in the real world. As I tried to figure out how to backpedal, or if I wanted to, a zipping noise mooted any objection I might have.

I saw him lower her onto her side, her head away from him. A high heel landed in the passenger seat, followed by the other.

"I guess I get a free pass on those!" he chuckled. A long shuffling noise followed as he slowly worked the skirt over her bottom, down her legs, over her feet, to finally land beside me.

A long look in the mirror afforded me the tantalising view of my almost naked wife lying on her side. A single dark strip of material visible on her hip. The last scrap of fabric. The last scrap of decency.

I saw his hand stroke up her bare thigh and give her bottom an appreciating squeeze.

I watched as he carefully manhandled her onto her back. Her legs were resting on his lap. Her arms were above her head. Her body rocked gently with the car's movement.

When I looked back from checking the road again, I saw his fingers running along the lacey edge at the top of her underwear.

"I guess I should finish the job?" he asked, as his fingers started curling inside the fabric, ready to pull down and reveal her last hidden place.

My hands were cold and shaking slightly. I let out a weak "OK".

In the fading light I saw the dark line of her underwear slowly slip down her hips and out of sight, before landing with everything else she once wore.

He pulled up the leg closest to him, until he could rest her ankle on his shoulder. I could see him admiring her sex, splayed open before him.

"One black out drunk wife, stripped and ready for use!" he declared, laughing. I chuckled with him.

The tension of the silence afterwards could have been cut with a knife. My heart was pounding and my cock was straining for release. I could see her open in front of him. I could imagine the view from where he was. The temptation.

"Wow, she looks wet already." he said admiringly.

"Really?" I asked, surprised given her unconscious state.

I saw his hand reach out towards her. I could stop him with a word. His fingers seemed to move in slow motion. My naked vulnerable wife was spread open for the taking. I was the only person who could save her from this man touching the most intimate part of her body.

I chose to stay silent as his hand reached her sex. I chose to let him sexually assault my helpless, unconscious wife.

I could see his hand move in the half-light as he rubbed and probed inside her.

"Yeah, wet and ready for it!" he confirmed.

I couldn't say anything. My mouth was dry.

"You are a lucky man. She's so tight! I can barely get a finger inside her."

It was getting too dark to see clearly what he was doing, but the wet noises from the back told me that he was thrusting his finger between her sloppy sex lips. For a few minutes the wet noises were the only sound in the car.

"Is she always this tight?" he asked.

"Yeah, she does those er-exercises." I mumbled as I heard him suck his fingers behind me, tasting her juices.

There was a pause before I heard him say. "There you go, good girl. That's two fingers."

I could hear the quiet wet noises of his two fingers penetrating her, slowly thrusting back and forth, deeper and deeper.

"All the way in." he updated.

The situation was overwhelming. The sloppy noises began to speed up. I was listening to this strange man finger fuck my wife less than a metre from me.

Suddenly there was a zip noise in the dark.

"Ah, that's better. Now I can play with both of us!" he said smugly.

I imagined him stroking his hard cock with one hand, while thrusting the fingers of his other hand into her tight warm sex.

"How stretched do you want her?" he asked. "I could work a third finger in with more time, or, you know, properly get her ready for you."

"What?" I said, confused by the choices, and suddenly distracted by the sat nav. I braked and swerved into the exit, just in time.

"Is three fingers too many?" he reiterated. "Do you want me to do more?"

I needed time to clarify what I wanted. In my own mind and with him. Navigating the roundabout and lanes was taking my whole attention. "No more fingers." I said quickly, not wanting her stretched too loose.

"OK" he replied patiently.

"One moment" I added, changing lanes and trying not to be distracted by the naked woman lit by the junction's lights in my peripheral vision.

On to the next road, and the sat nav said we had a couple of miles before the next turn. Away from the lights of the junction, the inside of the car was dark again.

I looked back in the mirror and I could see his silhouette lit by the junction behind us. He was sat up facing my wife, his body slightly bent over her. His cock would be pointing straight at her sloppy prepared opening.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked, looking into the mirror, his face lit by a passing car. I glanced back too late to see what was going on.

"No?! You can't-" I replied, incredulous.

"So you fuck bareback?" he interrupted.

"Yeah, she's on the pill." I added. "But wait-"

"So if she woke up full of cum she wouldn't know the difference, right?" he interrupted again.

"No, but-"

"Uhhh god you are such a lucky man!!"

I could barely fit two fingers in her tight married pussy.

I talked to him about everything I did, getting him wound up thinking about me playing with her. This was already a night I would never forget, but my cock ached for her. I needed to feel her around me. I needed to stretch open that delicious forbidden pussy and squeeze inside her.

I put the pressure on, asking if he wanted me to put three fingers in her or "Do more". I avoided saying "Fuck your wife". I didn't want to scare him off. The prize was too close now.

Suddenly the car lurched and I saw him panicking to turn off my exit in time. Damn, time was short. I had to take this opportunity while he was distracted. Sometimes it was better to ask forgiveness than permission.

He said he didn't want me to use my fingers anymore. His wish was my command.

I quickly moved my body around so I was facing her. As the car left the junction it became dark again. I shuffled forwards, holding my cock in my hand as I guided it towards her. I pulled my fingers out of her and used that hand to balance myself.

I felt the touch of her warm sex on the tip of my cock, sending a thrill through me. I rubbed the head of my cock over those warm sloppy lips, spreading my precum over them. Mixing our juices. I was moments from feeling her from the inside.

"Do you have a condom?" I asked, looking him straight in the eye in the mirror. The real question hung in the air, unspoken. I looked back down at his wife and pressed forwards. Her sex opened willingly as the unprotected head of my cock began to spread her open.

He stuttered a no, and I quickly interrupted him before he could stop me.

"So you fuck bareback?" I said, feeling my cock tense. I pressed forwards again, this time feeling resistance as I pushed forwards more firmly, stretching that tight pussy.

"Yeah, she's on the pill." Fucking bingo, I thought to myself. The ridge of my head pushed past her pubic bone at last. I was in! The ring of her entrance felt so tight around me.

He started to say something, so I quickly asked: "So if she woke up full of cum she wouldn't know the difference, right?"

I was pretty much just talking dirty at this point. The idea of cumming inside his beautiful wife raged in my mind. Nothing was going to stop me as I looked down and watched the shaft of my cock disappear inside her in the light of the passing cars.

"No, but-" he started again.

"Uhhh god you are such a lucky man!!" I blurted out. She felt so fucking good.

"W-what?" he stammered. Most of the way into her, I felt resistance. I pulled out slightly and gently but firmly pushed a little deeper, letting her adjust to the size of me.

"Look, hang on," he continued. "Don't do anything more than two fingers yet!" His voice had a slight begging tone to it.

I smiled in the dark. "It's a bit late for that, man. I'm already most of the way home." I pushed firmly again. Almost there.

"Home?" he said, "You mean..." his voice faltered.

"I mean my dick is inside your wife." I said bluntly. My patience for talking was running out. My needs were taking over. "I think I'm the biggest she's had" I continued, boasting, enjoying the moment. I sank the final inch into her and let out a satisfied grunt, our bodies finally meeting.

It was too late to stop now. He could stop the car and throw me out, but it would be worth it. To feel her tight around me. To know she would never be entirely his again.

Suddenly I felt her stirring. No doubt disturbed by the feeling of being filled up more than she had ever felt before. Her sex gripped me and she moaned quietly.

I froze. How would she react to waking up naked with me balls-deep inside her? My cock twitched involuntarily and I felt her squeeze in return.

In the dark I heard her mumble, "Babe?"

What should I do? Pull free of her delicious sex and try to explain the situation away? Blame him for letting me basically rape her unconscious body?

""Y-yeah?" he answered.

I knew she would be confused in the darkness, still half asleep and slowly piecing together the situation. I didn't want this to end. I wanted more. I wanted to claim her married body for my own.

With one final gamble I bent down and kissed her. The feeling of those soft rum-flavoured lips on mine for the second time that night.

"Mmph!" she said, muted by my kiss.

"You ok, babe?" asked her husband from the front. I could hear him looking around, trying to see what was happening in the dark.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth, grinding my pubic bone against hers and pushing myself deeply into her. She tasted like sweet cocktails.

She moaned into my mouth, returning the kiss and stroking my tongue with hers. She was mine.

I began long slow thrusts, pulling most of the way out of her, then pushing down into her until I bottomed out again, pushing her hard into the car seat as our tongues teased and played with each other.

My dreams were strange and erotic. I was surrounded by darkness as hands squeezed and stripped me. Unseen voices said lewd things about my body as I was groped. I felt vulnerable and helpless, but so turned on. A part of me knew I should try to escape, and yet I yielded to the hands, giving myself to them.

Fingers slipped inside me. One of the voices said "Good girl" and I let the warm approval wash over me.

As I slid from dreams to reality, I felt filled and stretched open. I realised that my fantasy had become a reality - my husband was making good on the deal and using me as I slept!

He felt so big. He must be so hard. The sensation of him deeply embedded inside me overwhelmed everything. I revelled in the feeling of his body pressing against mine as the hilt reached my sex.

But at the drunken edges of my awareness I felt that something was wrong. I was still in the car. The cool air told me that I didn't have any clothes on. I slowly realised that I was naked in a semi-public place and with no clue where my clothes were. A shudder of vulnerability and excitement shook my body, causing me to squeeze him within me.

There was something else, though. The car was moving. I tried to make sense of the situation. Who was driving as we had sex in the back seat?

"Babe?" I said quietly, confused.

After a moment his voice answered nervously, "Y-yeah?"

Something wasn't right. Why was he nervous? His voice didn't sound like it was in the right place. My drink and sleep-addled mind struggled to process what was going on.

I felt him move and his lips met mine as I tried to ask a question.

"You ok, babe?" he asked, still kissing me. Was that right? I couldn't think straight. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, as he pushed hard against my clit, circling his hips. I heard myself moan with the sensations overwhelming my senses.

It felt so good. I needed to take a moment to gather my thoughts, but the slow thrusts were hypnotically pleasurable. My tongue played with his, feeling his stubble on my lips. Revelling in the feeling of his cock pushing deep into me.

Something was different. A feeling? A smell? I couldn't focus. My attention was dragged to the feeling building inside me. A few more kisses, some harder thrusts. No long now until that sweet release.

I pushed my hand down between us so I could rub my clit, adding to the intensity. He moved his kisses to my neck and bare shoulders as he used his weight to pound me into the car seat.

Whimpers escaped my lips in time with the noise of his clothed body roughly pummelling into me. The feeling grew until it was all I could think about.

I felt my body start to twitch and squeeze him, as I reached the edge of my orgasm. I rubbed myself fast and hard, pushing myself over as I felt him thrust hard against me, his cock swelling even larger within me as he started filling me with his cum.

My body shuddered and convulsed beneath him. Suddenly he pulled free, and I felt his warm cum spurt over my hand, over my naked belly, and even my breast!

My sex gaped without him, but the thrill of him cumming over me like a cheap whore for the first time drove my orgasm on. My fingers frantically rubbed my clit as I came, covered in his sticky mess.

The waves finally subsided. Tiredness swept back over me. I slipped back into sleep, his cooling cum dripping down my body. The body of a happy, used fucktoy.

My heart pounded in my chest as I drove the last stretch to his home. The car rocked and squeaked in time with the grunts and whimpers coming from the back seat as he defiled my willing wife.

Was she awake? Did she want this? Surely she must know.

Each streetlight we drove past revealed glimpses of movement and flesh. Finally I reached his house and could stop and turn around.

Strips of light writhed over their bodies. I sat gobsmacked as I watched him accelerate, pounding her hard into the seat. His clothes were dark against her pale skin.

I unzipped myself, finally freeing my hard cock. I stroked my shaft as the slapping noises and moans became frantic. I knew he was about to cum inside her, and I didn't want him to stop. I heard her gasp and let out a long moan, the sound wobbling with his hard thrusts.

In the glimpses of light I saw him sit up. I could see one of her breasts and hands moving as she masturbated in front of him, frantically rubbing her clit. I was momentarily confused, until I saw his glistening cum spurt across her nipple and hand. Not satisfied with claiming her pussy, he was coating her body too!

I could hear his grunts as string after string of cum landed on her twitching, gasping body.

After a few moments he caught his breath. In the dim light I saw him wipe the last of his cum on the trimmed hair of her sex, next to her limp hand. "Thanks, man. See you both next time!" was all he said as he zipped himself back up and left the car.

I sat in the dark, my cock still standing to attention.

"Babe?" I asked cautiously. No response. Just the quiet sound of her breathing. Then after a short while, a little snore escaped her.

I drove the last few minutes home struggling to focus. Still hard and desperate to have my turn. Second in line with my own wife! The smell of sex and cum filled the car.

I pulled up alongside the house and looked around. No-one to be seen. We were in a dim spot between two sets of lights.

I quickly got out and got back into the back seat, my hard cock pointing the way. I took a photo of her in the darkness. The flash glinted on the wet streaks of cum covering her.

Looking around again, I pulled open her legs and took another. The flash revealed her again. Her glistening pink sex was open to me. Used and sloppy.

I looked at the photo and saw a single drip of his cum escaping from between her sex lips. My cock twitched at the sight.

I put my phone back in my pocket. I took one last look around before lowering myself above her. I guided my cock to her entrance. The warm touch made me shudder.

I rubbed my cock in circles over her lips, smearing together my precum, her wetness, and his cum. As I entered her, I imagined my cock pushing his cum deeper into her. Deep into her sex and then into her womb.

She felt so wet and loose. Stretched open by a man she barely knew. Did either of us even know his name? She offered no resistance and made no noise as I bottomed out with a satisfied grunt.

I paused, snug inside her. It felt so wrong and yet so good to be having sloppy seconds of my own unconscious wife. My cock stiffened even more inside her. I began slowly thrusting, drawing out the moment. I was trying to pace myself so I could savour the feeling.

I found my thrusts picking up speed. My need to finish was already building. The sloppy noise of her sex urged me on. I heard her quietly whimper as her body was jostled by my hard thrusts.

I thought about her used naked body in the dark. About his cum coating her inside and out. Her warm slippery sex around my cock. I listened to the wet slapping.

Faster and faster until with one long growl I pounded my cum deep into her, taking her for my own. Reclaiming my wife.

Pulse after pulse I emptied into her, until I felt completely drained.

Breathless I sat back. I took a photo of her and admired my work. Her sex was now gaping and cum dripped freely from her. The cum of two men.

With a sigh she rolled back onto her side. I waited a short while to make sure she had dozed back off, then took another photo. A wide streak of cum now ran down her leg from her sex onto the car seat.

I zipped myself back up and checked again for any witnesses or shocked onlookers. Nothing. I wondered how I was going to get her back in the house.

Then a thought crossed my mind, making me smile maliciously. I got out of the car and picked up her handbag from the footwell, and then her clothes and heels from the passenger seat. I took them into the house and dropped them in the laundry basket. Then I looked at the car from the window at the front of the house.

By morning the street would be bustling with people. Dog walkers. Families. People off to the nearby church. She would wake up naked and hungover. Exposed to passersby and doomed to a naked, cum-filled walk of shame into the house.

The thought tickled me wickedly, but I couldn't do it to her. I went back to the car and picked up her limp body like the damsel in distress she was. A quick glance around and then I carried her up the drive, taking a moment to wink at the doorbell camera before taking her inside, up the stairs, and safely in bed.

I took a moment to catch my breath. I liked to think I was fairly strong, but a full grown woman was still a considerable weight. I took a photo of her flopped on the bed like a discarded sex doll. Then I rolled her under the covers. She groaned and looked at me with bleary eyes. I kissed her on the forehead and said "Good night" before turning off the light.

I popped back with a glass of water and painkillers for her, by which point she was snoring. I went to sleep in the guest room, to spare her the disturbance in the morning.

The sun was maliciously streaming through a gap in the curtains, directly onto my face. The world spun slightly as I took gulps of water from the glass on the bedside table, washing down the painkillers. I rolled over to the other side of the bed, trying to make sense of the night before.

Darkness and hands. Kisses and cocks pushing into me. Dreams and drunken reality smeared together. What had happened?

My heart sank as I realised I had passed out again. I hadn't even managed to get my pyjamas on this time, it must have been a bad one. He would be furious.

Then I remembered The Deal. I put my hand between my legs to confirm the feeling, and sure enough, I was wet and a little sore. I smiled and considered that I would have to ask him to be gentler next time - he had clearly gotten carried away.

The jumbled sex dreams made a little more sense now. I rolled over to the other side of the bed and listened. I could hear distant noises of him in the kitchen and a faint smell of coffee. The thought of getting up was too much for me so I snuggled back into the pillow. Dozing back to the dreams and memories of the night before.

Some time later he came in, smiling like the cat that got the cream, and put a cup of coffee on the bedside table beside the empty glass.

He kissed me. I said "Seems like you had fun?" and smiled back at him, waggling my eyebrows.

He froze for a minute, as if caught, then relaxed. "What do you remember?" he asked.

"I know you made good on the deal from the fact that I feel like I've been fucked all night!" I laughed, cautious not to re-awaken my headache. "But most of it is a blur." I paused thoughtfully. "Did you strip me in the car?"

He grinned evilly and showed me a picture on his phone. It was me, naked on the back seat, with his cum dripping from me! My mouth hung open.

Then he showed me a picture from the doorbell camera. His smug winking face as he carried me back into the house like a used sex doll.

"That's not what we agreed!" I squeaked, astounded and more than a little aroused at the lurid pictures of myself. Fucked in the back seat of a car like a teenager or dogger! "What if we'd been seen??" I continued.

"Don't worry", he reassured me. "No-one saw, and it was dark."

I frowned, tried to put together the fragments I could recall. With a flutter I remembered orgasming with him inside me, but then also something else.

"Did you cum on me?" I demanded. His face was a picture of guilt. A feeling quivered through me with a thrill. "You really had a good time didn't you??".

"Do you think it's respectful to strip and fuck your wife in public, in the back seat of a car, then cum all over her and photograph it like some cheap slut?" I squawked at him. His cheeks burned red.

"Do you think that's how you should treat your wife?? Because it fucking well is." He looked at me, perplexed. "Now come here and fuck me again." I demanded, pulling him into bed and wrapping my legs around him.

It was a little uncomfortable at first, but I needed it so badly. Soon he was deep inside me. "You're a bad, horrible husband. The worst. No decency! No respect! Oh fuck. Harder!"

On the kitchen counter downstairs was a handbag. Inside the handbag was her phone. With a ding (inaudible above the squeaking bed and lustful moans), the phone received one last message before running out of power and shutting down:

"Thanks for the lift last night. Tell your husband I appreciate it. ;) I'll get you a free drink next time."