Roger attended an art show at a gallery with his wife, and discovers her fucking the featured artist in the back room. He makes her give him a blowjob in the car on the way home, then fucks her on the trunk of the car in the garage when they arrive.
Lindsey loved going to art galleries for new artist exhibitions, trade shows, corporate events... just about any occasion that allowed her to mingle with ‘creative minds’ and artistic elites in the town where she and her husband lived.
Her husband, Roger, wasn’t really a fan of the arts, so he rarely attended with her... in fact, he hadn’t joined her on any of her ‘artsy fartsy’ forays, as he called them, for the past eight or nine years.
The two of them met in their late twenties, when Roger had attended a business function sponsored by his start-up software company, where Lindsey had been hired as a server. Her pretty face... with long, blonde hair and big, blue eyes... had definitely got his attention. Even more appealing to him was her gorgeous figure... she had slender, shapely legs and a tight, round ass... all set off perfectly by the short black skirt she was wearing.
But what had really caught his eye were her big, natural breasts... heavy and round, yet perky and wobbly... with a sensuous teardrop shape... and obvious nipple bumps poking through the white silk blouse of her server’s uniform.
Roger was smitten, and ended up asking her out by the end of the evening. Lindsey was happy to be pursued by a guy who seemed to have his shit together, and appeared to be on the rise in his career. They dated for six months before Lindsey moved into his modest, Bernal Heights home with him. A year later, they got married in Napa Valley... and had been living near San Francisco for the past twelve years.
Roger’s software company turned out to be incredibly successful, and it wasn’t long after they were married that they had moved into a plush, Nob Hill mansion... allowing Lindsey to stay at home, rather than having to work for a living. For about a decade, or so, she’d spent most of her time shopping, supporting creative-based charities, lunching with other bay area socialites, and attending nearby art galleries whenever new artists or shows came to town.
On a Thursday evening in the middle of summer, Roger found himself at home... an extremely rare occurrence, since running his company kept him exceptionally busy... either at the office, or on the road... so being home in the evening on a weekday was just about unheard-of.
As he watched his wife getting ready to go to yet another event at one of her favorite Mission District art galleries, he got a wild hair, and said, “Hey, Lin... I don’t have any emergencies at work right now... so, how about if I go with you tonight?”
Lindsey glanced at him with a startled look on her face, and blurted, “What? No... you hate these things. Besides... it wouldn’t be any fun for you.”
Roger chuckled, and said, “Maybe not... but you always come home from these art shows so happy and cheerful... I’m thinking maybe I should try a little harder to appreciate some of the things that you enjoy so much.”
Grumbling under her breath, Lindsey murmured, “Okay, hon... suit yourself... now give me a few minutes... I need to put on some make-up and finish getting ready.”
After applying her make-up, Lindsey stepped into her walk-in closet and pulled out a sleek, shimmering, tube-style cocktail dress made of polyester and spandex. It was skin-tight and short... showing off her shapely legs; and it had spaghetti-style shoulder straps... which meant she’d be bra-less... which would leave her heavy boobs completely unfettered, allowing them to jiggle and sway beneath the thin, clingy fabric throughout the evening.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in the closet, and smiled... this look always got her tons of attention, which she loved... and it didn’t hurt that her nipples were perpetually stiff, making obvious little bumps in the top of her form-fitting dress.
After slipping into a pair of sexy heels, she joined her husband in the foyer... together they climbed into their Jaguar XJ, then drove downtown to the Amara Art Gallery, a few miles away.
Roger handed off his car to the valet, then he and Lindsey walked along the red carpet and through the front doors, mixing immediately with other rich patrons and featured artists... already holding court... while a bunch of other nicely dressed potential customers wandered around the huge gallery floor... drinking wine, and eating fancy hors d’oeuvres.
Lindsey quickly ran into people she recognized from other galleries and art shows, including Darcy... the Amara gallery curator, and Claude... one of the evening’s featured artists. She introduced Roger to Darcy and Claude, and the four of them began walking around the gallery floor together.
Roger was mostly quiet as they made their way past walls and walls of pretentious exhibits and ostentatious displays. As they meandered down hallways, into isolated corners, and back out to the main floor... Roger silently nursed his scotch, neat... while the other three sipped wine, and kept up a running “creative commentary” about many of the sculptures and framed artwork they observed.
Not unexpectedly, Roger lost interest fairly quickly... and after about thirty minutes, he leaned into Lindsey’s ear and whispered that he was going to sit on the bench by the entrance, while she and the others continued making their way through the gallery.
Sitting on the bench near the front of the room, Roger watched as his wife, Claude and Darcy moved about the exhibits... chatting amiably amongst themselves, and mingling happily with several of the other clientele. He couldn’t help but notice that his wife looked very sexy, as she moved around the room in her slinky red dress... her lovely legs even sexier than usual in heels, and her unrestrained tits twitching provocatively as she strolled amongst the artwork with the other patrons.
As he watched, Roger noticed that Claude frequently put his hand on his wife’s back... and that it occasionally slipped down to surreptitiously fondle her ass cheeks through the sleek, contoured dress she was wearing, as they maneuvered through the sea of art-lovers.
Roger also noted that Lindsey didn’t seem to flinch... which sort of surprised him... but he didn’t really give it much thought, as he checked his watch and waited anxiously for the moment when the evening could be considered over.
After a few more minutes, Roger saw Darcy leave Lindsey’s side to mingle with some of the other patrons, while Lindsey and Claude continued viewing the sculptures and framed paintings on display. At one point, Claude seemed to lean into Lindsey and whisper something in her ear... Roger thought he saw his wife giggle... then the two of them continued wandering amongst the exhibits... eventually turning corners that took them out of his line of sight.
Roger turned his attention to some of the other high-brow clientele attending the event... enjoying about fifteen or twenty minutes of people-watching... chuckling at the obvious pomposity on display... until his wife and Claude strolled back into view. He caught her eye and waved her over... pointing at the front door to let her know he was ready to leave.
Lindsey gave him a nod, and motioned that she’d meet him out front in a few minutes. Roger went through the front doors... handed the valet his ticket... then waited for him to bring his luxury car around to the entrance. When his Jaguar arrived, Roger paid the valet, then sat behind the wheel and waited for his wife to join him.
When she finally came out, Lindsey leaned into the car window, and said, “Darcy wants to show me something in the curator’s workshop real quick... I should just be a few minutes.”
Roger said, “Okay.” He pointed to an empty space a few feet away, and added, “I’ll wait for you over there”, and pulled his car into the nearby parking spot to wait.
After listening to the radio for about fifteen minutes, or so, Roger got impatient. He turned the car off... left it where he’d parked it... then went back into the gallery to see if he could find his wife, and maybe figure out what was taking so long.
As soon as he entered the building, he saw Darcy chatting with someone just inside the entrance.
He walked up and gently interrupted her, saying, “Excuse me, Darcy... sorry to intrude, but have you seen Lindsey in the past few minutes?”
Darcy looked a bit flummoxed, but said, “Oh... I... uh... I saw her earlier... but not recently.”
Roger looked a bit confused, and asked, “Well... she said something about your workshop... can you tell me where that is?”
She stammered a bit, then said, “Uh... yeah... sure... it’s over there”, pointing to a door at the far end of the room, with a sign on it that said, “Employees Only”, then quickly turned away, and resumed her earlier conversation.
A bit puzzled at Darcy’s behavior, Roger walked over to the door she’d pointed to, and slowly opened it.
He immediately heard grunts and moans... but given the boxes stacked near the front of the room, he couldn’t see what was going on. He quietly closed the door behind him, then peeked around the stacked boxes to his right... and saw his wife.... bent over a cluttered workbench in the middle of the room.... getting fucked savagely from behind by a guy with a massive hard-on.
Lindsey had her hands on the table in front of her for support... her dress tangled around her waist... her panties pulled down to mid-thigh, and stretched tightly between her spread legs... and her heavy breasts banging into each other... over and over... as they flailed wildly beneath her chest.
Roger recognized Claude from earlier, when they’d met out in the main gallery... standing between Lindsey’s spread legs, and roughly hammering a very big cock in and out of her dripping pussy with abandon... jolting her body with his powerful thrusts... his hips making wet, slapping sounds against her ass cheeks with every forward lunge.
Lindsey had her eyes closed, and it was her grunting and moaning that Roger had heard when he first entered the room.
Roger stood by the stack of boxes... hidden from their view... in a bit of shock... as he watched his wife getting plowed by one of the gallery’s featured artists. As he silently observed the scene playing out in front of him, his wife dropped her head to the table... and with her eyes closed and her tits still bouncing around beneath her... she let out a guttural moan... then mewled and mumbled a bunch of expletives, as an intense, tingly orgasm racked her entire body.
Roger couldn’t believe that he’d just watched his wife getting fucked by an artist... and cumming harder than he’d ever seen her cum before. As he kept watching Claude slamming his thick boner in and out of his wife’s dripping wet pussy, Roger suddenly realized that he was getting hard.
He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he unconsciously adjusted the growing lump in his pants, and continued to watch his wife... shoving her hips backwards into every one of Claude’s powerful thrusts... grunting, swearing, and encouraging Claude to keep going.
After gasping for air to catch her breath, and enjoying her climax for about a minute, Lindsey lifted her head and said over her shoulder, “Holy shit, Claude... I thought that blowjob I gave you earlier would get you through the night, but I’m glad you wanted to do this, too.... I didn’t realize how much I was looking forward to it.”
Claude laughed, and said, “Yeah... me, too... I mean, your blowjob was amazing, as always.... but it’s shoving my cock into your pussy that really makes these art shows worth it.”
Lindsey chuckled, and said, “Awww... you say the sweetest things, Claude,” then, still looking over her shoulder, she added, “But seriously... you need to hurry up... my husband’s waiting for me outside.”
Claude chuckled and said, “No problem, babe,” then reached around and grabbed her swinging tits.
He kept pounding away between Lindsey’s legs... grunting and mumbling about how good her pussy felt... then suddenly caught his breath... let out a muffled growl... and blasted a huge load of white, creamy jizzm deep inside her sloppy wet cunt.
Claude kept pumping his rigid pole in and out of Lindsey’s vagina... both of them moaning softly and murmuring their mutual pleasure. Then Lindsey pushed him away... his still hard boner slipping out of her pussy with a ‘plop’... and said, “That was great, Claude... but I gotta go.”
Still standing behind the stacked boxes, Roger unconsciously reached between his legs, and rubbed the raging hard-on that was pushing uncomfortably against the front of his slacks.
Holy fuck, that was hot... he couldn’t believe how aroused he’d become just watching his wife getting railed by this artist guy.
Meanwhile, Lindsey had grabbed some paper towels from a roll sitting on the work bench, and quickly wiped between her legs a few times to clean up Claude’s spunk, mumbling, “That’ll have to do.”
She pulled her panties back up... adjusted the bottom part of her dress around her hips... then slipped her arms through the thin straps of her dress, and tugged her top back up to cover her quivering boobs. She reached inside the top of her dress to re-position her breasts... then patted everything in place... smiled at Claude and mumbled, “There... good to go.”
She grabbed her purse and started to leave... then stopped, turned back to Claude... stood on her tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips, and said, “Let me now when you have another show in town,” then she reached down to his crotch and playfully fondled his glistening, still semi-hard cock as it dangled between legs, and added, “I’ll see if I can swing by.”
Seeing that she was getting ready to leave, Roger quietly opened the workshop door, and hurried back to his parking spot. He was sitting in the car with the engine running when Lindsey came out of the gallery a few minutes later.
She opened her car door... slipped into the passenger seat, mumbling, “Sorry, hon... that took longer than I expected... I hope you didn’t mind waiting.”
With a knowing smile on his face, Roger replied, “Sure... no problem...so, what took so long?”
The question seemed to catch Lindsey by surprise... and as she began to formulate an answer, Roger reached over and shoved his hand up her dress... pulled her panties to the side... and slipped two finger into her still wet pussy.
Feeling the squishy, gooey residue of the artist’s cum, Roger began sliding his finger in and out of his wife’s vagina... as she blushed and stammered something unintelligible.
“What... I... uh... but...”
Roger laughed, and said, “Don’t bother... I know you fucked that artist... I actually saw the two of you in the workshop.”
As Lindsey turned red, and continued to stumble over the words she was struggling to come up with, Roger pulled his fingers out of her slippery cunt... unzipped his pants... and pulled out his swollen erection.
He grabbed the back of Lindsey’s head, and pulled her over toward his crotch... forcing her to open her mouth, and suck his engorged prick inside. As she started bobbing her head up and down on his throbbing boner, Roger put the car in gear, and started driving them home.
In a guilty haze, Lindsey kept sucking on her husband’s stiff hard-on... then used one of her hands to stroke his shaft... while sucking the head of his cock even harder, and using her tongue to stimulate the bulbous tip.
Roger moaned and rocked his hips, as he continued their fifteen-minute drive back to the house... all the time using his hand on the back of Lindsey’s head to keep her bobbing up and down on his rigid penis.
It didn’t take long before Roger suddenly grunted, then pushed his cock as far into his wife’s mouth as it would go... blasting a huge load of hot, gooey splooge against the back of her throat. He kept pumping his erection in and out of Lindsey’s mouth... spewing more streams of cum onto her tongue, and making her swallow his entire load... until his nutsack was finally empty.
Roger continued holding his wife’s head down to his crotch... pulling her head up and down on his still hard dick... even after he’d finished cumming.
When he finally let her up, Lindsey lifted her head from his lap... but held onto his shaft with one hand. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she leaned back over into his crotch and drew Roger’s slimy shaft back into her mouth.... using her lips and tongue to suck and lick his stiff prick until it was clean... then slurping the last drop of cum from the tip of his cock.
Lindsey didn’t really know what to say, so she just continued to fondle her husband’s semi-hard penis... hoping that the situation would somehow magically resolve itself.
Roger glanced over at her and asked, “So.... how long has this shit been going on?”
Still blushing... and a bit flustered at having been caught... Lindsey figured she should probably come clean and just deal with the consequences. With downcast eyes, she answered, “Well... I... uh.... just about every time I go to an exhibition or art show.”
Roger’s jaw dropped, as he looked at her incredulously and barked, “What the fuck, Lin.... every single time?”
Lindsey said, “Well... yeah... pretty much. I’ve been going to these shows by myself for almost ten years... I usually end up fucking the featured artist before the night’s done. Sometimes in the ladies room... sometimes in the curator’s office... sometimes just a quickie in one of the dark corners of the gallery after most of the others have gone.”
Still shocked, Roger said, “What about Darcy... does she know about this?”
Lindsey chuckled, and said, “Yeah... she does the same thing.... and, if I don’t find anyone I want to fuck, then Darcy and I usually end up having sex on the sofa in her office.... but usually we both find someone to fuck before the event is over.”
“Holy shit, Lindsey... and it sounds like you knew this guy...Claude... have you fucked him before?”
Lindsey looked down at her husband’s cock in her hand, and couldn’t help noticing that it had started to grow again in the palm of her pumping fist.
She chuckled to herself, then answered his question, “Yeah... I see Claude every time he has a show in town... about once a month. I usually fuck new artists at these events, but sometimes I’ll fuck some of the older artists that have been around a while... especially if they’re any good,” then she grinned and added, “And Claude’s really good.”
She glanced down at the stiff dick in her hand, then smiled up at her husband, and said, “Holy shit, Roger... you’re as hard as a rock again!”
Roger grumbled, “Don’t change the subject”, as they turned into their driveway, and he pulled into the open garage... using the garage door opener to lower the door behind them.
Once they were parked, Roger pulled her hand off his throbbing erection, and said, “Get out of the car.”
Still a bit disconcerted, Lindsey climbed out of the car... not quite sure what to expect next.
Roger got out of the driver’s side, and walked around to the passenger side of the car, where his wife was standing. He grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her to the back of the car... then lifted her up onto the trunk. He pulled at the top of her dress, tearing the thin material, and snapping both of her spaghetti straps... then yanked it down past her heavy breasts with one hand. While her boobs sprung free and bounced back and forth between them, he used is other hand to reach between her legs and rip off her tiny G-string panties.
He threw her torn panties onto the floor by his feet, then... with his raging hard-on still sticking straight out from his unzipped pants... he shoved her knees apart and pushed himself in between her spread legs.
Growling under his breath, Roger grabbed one of Lindsey’s tits with on hand... roughly kneading and pulling on the soft flesh and taut nipple... while using his other hand to grab the shaft of his rigid prick and line it up between her slippery, wet pussy lips. Letting out a loud grunt... he leaned forward... stuffing the head of his throbbing cock into his wife’s drenched vagina.
With a massive thrust, he slammed his stiff boner into Lindsey’s snatch as far as it would go... then began rocking his hips back and forth in earnest... plowing his engorged penis in and out of her cunt... over and over... while using both hands to squeeze and slap her flailing boobs.
Roger seemed to be outside himself, as he growled and swore... pawing his wife’s heavy breasts, and hammering her pussy with powerful lunges... again and again and again... causing her explosive grunts to mix with his own... bouncing off the walls of the closed garage.
Lindsey was a bit surprised to realize how much she was enjoying her husband’s rough handling of her tits and aggressive pounding between her legs. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d paid this kind of attention to her... in fact, she had to admit he’d never fucked her like this in all the years they’d been together.
She closed her eyes, mumbling between grunts, “Oh, yeah, hon... holy shit, yeah... uhn...uhn... harder... yeah... uhn... even harder... oh, my God, that feels incredible... uhn... uhn... keep going... uhn... damn, Rog... what has gotten into you?... uhn... uhn... oh, yeah... fuuuuuuucccckkk.... meeeeeeeeee... uhn... uhn...”
Lindsey suddenly caught her breath... and let out a keening wail... as an intense, leg-shaking climax coursed through her entire body... just as Roger grabbed both of her tits... hard... and shoved his cock as far into her cunt as it would go.
Lindsey rocked her hips, grinding her engorged clitoris against her husband’s rigid shaft, and blurted, “Oh, shit, hon... I’m cumming.... I’m cumming... I’m cum....ah... ah... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... holy fuck, that feels amazing... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... ooooooohhhhhhhh... for God’s sake, keep going.... yeeeeaaaahhhhh... damn, Roger... aaaaaahhhhhhhh... uhn... uhn... hmmmmmmm.”
As his wife twerked her hips, and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull his stiff boner as far into her cunt as it would go, Roger let out a guttural moan... and blasted several streams of slimy, white spunk all over the walls of Lindsey’s dripping wet snatch.... mixing his splooge with the artist’s cum deep inside his wife’s sloppy, cum-filled pussy.
Roger continued to pump his still hard penis in and out of his wife’s vagina, even after his nutsack was totally empty... as Lindsey rocked her hips and moaned... riding her exhilarating climax to its peak. She relished its euphoric heights for a brief moment.... then savored the waning sensation of her ebbing orgasm, as it slowly faded away... gasping for air, and trying desperately to catch her breath.
Once their breathing had settled down, Roger leaned forward... his throbbing cock still shoved deep inside his wife’s cunt... and smashed his lips against hers in a hard, tongue-filled, passionate kiss... while roughly squeezing and pulling on her soft tits swaying around between them.
After ending the kiss, Roger pulled his softening dick out of Lindsey’s pussy... causing a mixture of cum and pussy juices to leak from her gaping vagina... then drip down her ass crack, and pool on the car’s trunk beneath her butt.
Still breathing heavily, he helped Lindsey off the trunk of the car... then the two of them headed into the house... leaving his wife’s torn panties on the garage floor behind them, and the puddle of spunk dripping from the edge of the trunk onto the bumper of the Jaguar.
They walked silently through the house from the garage... both of them a bit dazed, and totally spent from their arduous tryst on the back of the Jaguar... Roger’s flaccid cock still sticking out of his unzipped pants, and swaying back and forth between his legs... while his wife’s torn dress hung down past both of her bouncing breasts, and remained twisted around her waist.
As they started up the stairs to take a shower, Roger said, “Holy fuck, Lin... I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life... my God, that was incredible.”
Lindsey grinned over at her husband... giggled, and said, “Good... because I’m going to another art show at Darcy’s gallery next week.”