Chapter 2: Set Up
As Gene slid in behind the wheel, Brenda and Tom were already draped across the plush leather seats of the back seat. Their hands roamed under the dim light that managed to penetrate through the deeply tinted windows, giving those outside a sense of privacy but allowing those within to see quite clearly. Gene swallowed hard at the sight of their intertwined bodies, both seemingly lost in their own little world of passion and lust.
The evening air smelled of rain and exhaust fumes, an oddly comforting mixture to Gene as he started the ignition and gently pulled out of their driveway.
He couldn't help but cast furtive glances at Brenda and Tom in the rearview mirror. Their hands were on each other, exploring and caressing with slow deliberation.
Gene could feel the familiar tightening in his chest as he watched the love of his life exchange passion with another man, something that never ceased to humiliate and arouse him all at once.
He tried to steady his breathing, focusing on the road ahead, but he couldn't help the way his eyes kept drifting backwards, watching the silhouettes of his wife and lover dance in the dim glow of the backseat.
He heard Tom gasp in pleased surprise when he discovered Brenda wasn't wearing any panties under her dress.
“Fuck, Brenda, you’re so fucking wet already,” Tom murmured, a hint of awe in his voice.
Gene dared a glance at the rear view mirror and saw Tom's hand up under Brenda's dress as they kissed passionately.
Brenda moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
Caught up in their own lust, neither seemed to care much about Gene's presence.
The car moved slowly through the rainy streets, Gene's hands tightly gripping the leather-wrapped wheel as he tried not to betray his arousal.
Without warning, Tom pulled up Brenda's dress, revealing her bare, glistening pussy to Gene. He could see how wet she was, even in the dim light of the car.
Tom traced a finger over her swollen lips, drawing another moan from Brenda. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access, and Tom took full advantage.
He slipped a finger inside her, curling it up to hit that sweet spot deep within her walls. Gene's cock strained against its cage, aching with need at the sight of his wife's blatant pleasure. His mind raced with filthy thoughts, but he kept his gaze locked on the explicit show before him.
Tom worked Brenda with a maddening slowness, drawing out her pleasure as she writhed and moaned under his touch. He watched their every move in the rearview mirror, biting back his own desire to join in.
Tom abruptly changed positions, placing his shoulder against the door and shifting his body, bringing his tongue tantalizingly close to Brenda's wet slit.
"Ooh..." Brenda whimpered as Tom's tongue traced circles around her swollen clit, making her squirm in pleasure.
Her hands fumbled at the zipper of Tom's jeans, pulling his cock out of the confines of his underwear.
Gene could hear their dry, harsh breathing, and the wet sounds of their sexual stimulation echoed through his ears.
He tried his best not to squirm in his seat, but the visual of his wife's wetness shining in the dim light as Tom tasted her was searing itself into his mind.
Her slender fingers gripped Tom's hair, pulling him closer as she rode his face, moaning and gasping in sheer bliss.
"Oh fuck, Tom -" Brenda muttered between clenched teeth. Gene watched in both shame and utter lust as his wife's body tensed and released into an intense orgasm, her throaty moans filling the car.
He bit back his own groan, his cock aching within the chastity device that kept him trapped and yearning.
Tom continued his sexual ministrations even after Brenda had finished, savoring every inch of her beautiful womanhood. Gene felt a knot of jealousy twist in his stomach as he watched his wife surrender herself completely to Tom's skilled tongue. But then, he remembered how this was all his making, how he'd begged for this kind of arrangement, how he craved the taste of another man on his wife's exposed flesh.
Tom raised his head and met Gene's eyes in the rearview mirror, grinning wickedly as he sucked Brenda's juices off of his lips with an audible slurp. Gene felt a ripple of desire pass through him, his breathing intensifying as he tried to keep his eyes on the road.
Brenda slowly drew Tom's mouth back to hers, sharing her own taste with her lover in a passionate frenzy. Lust burned through Brenda's veins like wildfire as she slipped her hand back down between her thighs.
Tom groaned against her lips as she curled her fingers against herself, seeking out that bundled bundle of nerves.
With a deft twist, she cried out in pleasure as her orgasm washed over her like the waves of an ocean. Feeling her whole body tighten, her mind went blank as she pulsed and trembled, her fingers moving fast and rhythmically.
Tom was taking little nips at her neck now and Brenda tilted her head to allow him better access. Gene watched in the rearview mirror, a flush creeping up his cheeks as he bit down on his lower lip.
Just as he felt his resolve starting to waver, Brenda broke free from Tom's grasp and caught his eye in the mirror.
"Keep your eyes on the road, Gene," she warned, carelessly pushing a stray curl behind her ear. "We don't want any accidents to disrupt our fun night." she chuckled.
Stunned, Gene said nothing and kept his eyes focused on the road, the heat of humiliation and arousal coursing through his veins.
As they neared the restaurant, Brenda and Tom disentangled and straightened out their clothes. Gene pulled into the valet line to park and the valet came to the window to give him a ticket.
As Gene stepped out of the car, he saw the valet glance at the collar around his neck and then into the back seat.
Gene could only imagine what ideas that simple accessory might have planted in the man's mind. The valet opened the back door to help Brenda out of the car. As she slid out the car, her dress rode up her hips briefly exposing her bare pussy, juicy from her recent orgasm, to the startled valet.
"Thanks," Brenda said to the valet with a wide, coy smile. She then gestured to Gene. "This is my husband, Gene. He will make sure you get a good tip."
Tom exited the luxury SUV next and Brenda hooked her arm around his. Gene clenched his fingers into fists to stop himself from reacting as he glimpsed Tom slip his hand up Brenda's dress, giving her bare ass an appreciative squeeze.
Gene handed the valet his car keys sheepishly avoiding his gaze.
Brenda was still smiling like a predator as she looped her arm around Tom's. They walked together towards the restaurant entrance, leaving Gene standing awkwardly at the edge of the valet line.
"Come on, honey," Brenda invited, extending her free hand to him, like he was a child in need of supervision. Gene followed them meekly, his eyes darting between Brenda and Tom as they approached the hostess.