Wife hooks up secretly with friend and fucks him in the car / Public car sex / Creampie

Title: “Risky Encounters: A Secret Affair in a Steamy Parking Lot”

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the darkened parking lot as Sarah pulled in, her heart pounding with anticipation. She had been planning this secret rendezvous for weeks, sneaking text messages back and forth with her neighbor, Brad. Her husband, unaware, was at his weekly poker night, leaving Sarah with a few blissful hours of freedom.

As she shut off the ignition, she spotted Brad’s car parked two rows over, precisely where they had agreed to meet. Sarah checked her makeup one last time in the rearview mirror, smoothing out her crisp red lipstick. Satisfied, she stepped out of the car, the cool evening air sending a shiver down her spine. She was wearing a figure-hugging black dress that accentuated every curve, paired with tall heels that made her legs look miles long.

Sarah walked over to Brad’s car, her hips swaying seductively with each step. As she approached, he rolled down the window, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body. “You’re here,” he said, his voice low and hungry. “I thought maybe you’d changed your mind.”

Sarah leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Never. I’ve been thinking about this all day.” With that, she opened the passenger door and slid in beside him, her dress riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy thighs.

Brad didn’t waste any time, his hands immediately going to her waist, pulling her close. “You look even better than I imagined,” he murmured, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. Sarah melted into him, her hands roaming over his chest and shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt.

Their kisses quickly grew more urgent, more passionate. Sarah’s hands fumbled with the buttons of Brad’s shirt, eager to feel his bare skin against hers. Brad groaned, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her dress even further up. His fingers brushed against the lace of her panties, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

“Wait,” Sarah gasped, pulling back for a moment. “Not yet. I want to give you a proper welcome.”

Brad raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Oh yeah? And what did you have in mind?”

Sarah smirked, reaching down to palm the growing bulge in Brad’s jeans. “I was thinking I could return the favor you gave me last week.”

Brad’s eyes widened, remembering the heated phone call they had shared. He had listened as Sarah had whispered all the naughty things she wanted to do to him, her voice growing breathy and needy. “You want to suck my cock?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

Sarah nodded, biting her lip. “Right here, in this parking lot.” She glanced around, taking in the rows of empty cars, the fading light casting long shadows across the asphalt. There was no one else around, but the thrill of being caught, of being seen, sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins.

Without waiting for a response, Sarah leaned down, unzipping Brad’s jeans with skilled fingers. She tugged them down, along with his boxers, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. She wrapped a hand around the base, stroking him slowly, enjoying the way he throbbed in her grip.

Leaning down to lick the tip, she was met with a low groan from Brad. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby.” Sarah took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper each time, until she could feel him hitting the back of her throat.

She sucked him hard and fast, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. The sound of Brad’s heavy breathing and moans filled the car, spurring her on. She could feel him getting close, his cock pulsing against her tongue.

Pumping his length in earnest, Sarah looked up at Brad through her lashes, her eyes full of lust and desire. “In my mouth,” she whispered, licking her lips. “I want to taste you.”

That was all the encouragement Brad needed. With a shudder and a guttural groan, he came hard, spilling his seed into Sarah’s waiting mouth. She swallowed every last drop, savoring the salty, slightly bitter taste of him.

Sarah sat up, licking her lips as she grinned at Brad. “That was fun,” she said, her voice still husky from the blowjob. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

She hitched her dress up over her hips, revealing the damp spot on her panties. Brad growled, his spent cock already starting to twitch back to life. “Get over here,” he commanded, pulling Sarah into his lap.

They kissed again, deeply and passionately, as Brad’s hands roamed over Sarah’s body, squeezing and caressing. Sarah ground against him, feeling his hardening length pressing against her core. She was so wet, so turned on, that she knew she couldn’t wait any longer.

Reaching down, she shoved her panties aside, positioning herself over Brad’s cock. She sank down onto him with a moan, taking him deep inside her. “Oh God, yes,” she gasped, starting to move. “You feel so good.”

Brad gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him. The car rocked with their movements, the tones of pleasure spilling out into the empty parking lot. Sarah bounced on his cock, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, lost in the moment.

Feeling his fingers digging into her hips, Sarah knew Brad was close again. She slipped a hand between them, rubbing at her clit as she fucked him harder, faster. The orgasm hit her suddenly, washing over her in waves of ecstasy. She cried out, her inner muscles clenching around Brad’s cock, milking him for all he was worth.

With a loud groan, Brad came again, filling Sarah with his hot, sticky seed. She collapsed against his chest, both of them panting and spent. They sat there for a long moment, reveling in the afterglow, the world moving lazily around them.

Finally, Sarah pulled away, righting her dress and smoothing her hair. She looked over at Brad, a secretive smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Same time next week?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

Brad grinned, tucking himself away and zipping up his jeans. “You bet,” he said, leaning over to give her one last kiss. “I’ll be counting down the days.”

Sarah stepped out of the car, her legs wobbling slightly from the intense workout they’d just received. She walked back to her own car, a satisfied smile on her face, the secret creampie tucked safely inside her. She had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time she snuck off for a clandestine encounter with Brad. The risk was just too exciting to resist.