A couple of the semi-naked men who were clustered around my protesting wife glanced through the windscreen at me before turning away, laughing loudly as they realised the extent of my helplessness.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the situation unfolding just metres from where I sat as I watched two men bend my wife over the bonnet of our car and hold her there as a third man spat a sticky wad of saliva onto his erect and throbbing cock before drawing Wendy's knickers down to her knees and lining himself up with her arse.
"No, not there!", Wendy begged again before she gasped in shock as the bulbous and glistening head of his barely lubricated cock fought passed the tightness of her sphincter muscle.
I watched as Wendy's eyes and mouth clenched shut in pain as the man grasped my wife's naked hips and forced himself slowly but inexorably deeper into her anus.
The man sodomising my wife glanced down at the narrow gap between his lower belly and my wife's voluptuous arse before carefully dribbling another long stream of viscous spit onto the length of his exposed shaft and used one of his hands to smear it across his penis before once again grasping both of her hips and forcing himself fully into her.
I heard Wendy groan loudly once more but my view of her assault was suddenly blocked as yet another man clambered eagerly onto the bonnet of the car, positioning himself so that by lifting her head roughly with a handful of her dishevelled hair, he could thread his cock between her quivering lips.
Wendy's steady moans were suddenly muffled as she took the stranger's cock deep into her mouth before I heard her gag weakly as his penis reached the back of her throat.
I closed my own eyes and attacked the cable-ties with renewed vigour before I heard a loud chuckle from the open drivers-side window and I glanced across to see a man bent at the waist, looking through the windscreen from more or less the same angle as me.
"You might need to shift your arse there mate", the man began in a humourous, conversational manner to the guy kneeling on my bonnet, thrusting his cock enthusiastically into my gagging wife's mouth, "I reckon you're blocking her husband's ringside seat there!"
I looked back through the windscreen in complete surprise as I watched the man forcing my wife to suck his cock slide obligingly to the left and all of a sudden I could once again clearly see my wife being spit-roasted on the bonnet of our family car.
A startled tremor ran through my entire body as I made contact with Wendy's open eyes and I realised that it was excitement and perhaps even enjoyment that I could see in them, with no sign of fear or distaste as she was being forcefully fucked up her arse by the unprotected cock of a complete stranger who had callously disregarded her clear protest at his actions.
Even as I watched the man on the bonnet stiffen and spurt semen forcefully down Wendy's throat, a suspicion started to worm itself into my racing mind.
The man on the bonnet thrust himself into Wendy's accommodating mouth a couple more times before groaning loudly and withdrawing from her. Wendy coughed lightly a couple of times as he withdrew from between her lips and I idly noticed a spray of creamy semen land on the polished bonnet just in front of me, while rivulets of the same fluid coated her lips and chin.
I felt my cock strain tightly against my jeans as I pictured myself kissing her semen-smeared lips and running my tongue lightly across her shining chin.
Wendy was now looking directly at me as she whispered something to the two men restraining her and as they released her arms she smiled knowingly at me and stayed in that position, her head bobbing lightly in time with the thrusts of the man fucking her arse from behind.
We remained looking into each other's eyes for a long minute before I saw Wendy stiffen slightly as the man thrust himself frantically into her a couple of times before arching his back with his cock pressed deeply into her as he came in her arse.
Wendy's face seemed to relax a little as the man's cock slid out of her arse and I once again pondered fleetingly just how spontaneously he had decided to bugger her arse and just how genuine her protests had been.
Another guy, fully naked and heavily tattooed grasped her shoulders and pulled her from the bonnet, breaking our eye contact but as he started to lead across to where a mouldy old travel blanket lay on the grass near a cluster of parked cars, I saw Wendy shake her head and tugging at his hand, lead him back to our car.
I watched the two of them through the windscreen as they walked towards the car, talking quietly and by the time the man reached down to yank the passenger door open and bend down to adjust the seat, pushing it back as far as possible, they were both smiling in agreement.
Wendy dropped to her knees in front of the man, both of them standing by the car next to the open door and deftly fed his stiff cock into her mouth.
I watched my wife run her pursed lips up and down his wagging shaft and knew from experience that her tongue would also be working overtime.
The inked man groaned lightly and placed a trembling hand onto one of Wendy's shoulders, hooking a finger into the bra strap that hung loosely down her slim and tanned upper arm and tugged softly.
Wendy rose instantly from where she crouched and reached up to kiss him fully on his thin lips before moving aside slightly to allow him access to the car.
He dropped heavily into the passenger seat and the smell of his heavily perspiring body immediately filled the car. He glanced at me just long enough to flash an arrogant sneer at me and to double check I was still safely shackled to the steering wheel before turning his attention back to Wendy and watch her hike her short skirt high up on her waist before assisting her into the car, helping her to straddle his ready cock in the confined space.
Wendy's aroma now mixed with that of the man but I could easily isolate the scent of her perfume, soap and shampoo as well as that of her musky excitement and the earthy smell of a couple of loads of recently deposited semen.
Wendy took her time to settle comfortable onto the man's cock, making minute adjustments so that they were both comfortable before she looked me boldly in the eyes. She was grinning broadly but there was the hint of a question in her bright eyes, a look that remained until she placed her hand heavily in my crotch. Her smile broadened significantly as she felt my erect cock throb enthusiastically under her touch and she winked before turning her attention to the man she perched upon.
I turned my head to watch my wife grind her pelvis against the strangers cock, resting her hands on his shoulders as he grasped her narrow waist, the pair of them enjoying the friction this position engendered.
I continued to watch as Wendy placed her lips against his, kissing him slowly and deeply as she rocked gently on top of the cock that impaled her.
His hands left her waist and tugged at her blouse and bra, pulling the material of both down low enough on her shoulders to expose most of the soft, smooth flesh of her breasts and I noticed curiously at how stiff and pert her nipples were, a sure and consistent sign of her genuine excitement.
Wendy leaned back a little and the man bent to run his lips and tongue over her inviting breasts, bringing further low moans of delight from my wife.
The couple continued to move against each other, the man's face buried against Wendy's ample bosom and cleavage but I couldn't help but grin inanely as her left hand reached across to rest lightly against my left cheek, stroking it softly before allowing her arm to drop so that her hand rested poignantly upon my groin.
I heard a muffled grunt from just outside the car and as I looked past the grinding couple I could see a stiff cock waiting patiently beside the pair.
A lusty chuckle emanated from deep within Wendy's chest before she reached out to grasp the cock in her right hand, expertly fondling the shaft before turning her head just enough to enable her to place her lips firmly upon it's tip.
I listened to both men groan with pleasure as Wendy expertly guided both men slowly towards orgasm and as I watched Wendy move her lips and tongue across the head of the second man's cock, I saw her lips once again glisten as pre-cum liberally coated them.
I continued to observe as Wendy seemed to gently resist the second man's attempts to force his cock passed her attentive lips and tongue and fully into her mouth and instead watched her increase the frequency and pressure of her hand until he stiffened against her grip before spurting his load over her upturned face.
Although her eyes closed the second the first drop of semen splashed against her skin, Wendy continued to milk his cock, allowing his semen to cover her face and lips until he had emptied his entire load, excess dripping onto her chest.
Seeing his latest dogging partner covered in warm and sticky semen seemed to invigorate her first partner and arching his body against the seat and pulling her tightly onto his thrusting cock, the first guy came deeply inside my wife.
I sat mesmerized at Wendy continued to grind against his cock until she too stiffened in orgasm before collapsing softly against him.
The confines of the car were now redolent with the odours of sweaty bodies and copious sex fluids from all participants and as I deeply inhaled the heady fragrance, I knew that if Wendy didn't remove her hand from my groin immediately, I too was going to climax.
I heard Wendy giggle coquettishly as she tried to extricate herself from upon the man's softening cock but he needed to take some of her weight in his strong arms to allow her to slide off of him and out of the car cabin, before sparing me one more frank and curious glance before following her.
I watched Wendy walk casually towards the parked cluster of cars, slowly pulling her bra and blouse up to cover her exposed breasts and shoulders before tugging down her skirt to cover her well-used cunt, arse and gleaming upper thighs.
She bent down to tug at something caught around her ankles and as she straightened with the item in her hand, I realised it was her underwear.
The men followed Wendy back to their cars like dogs in heat, they too struggling to get back into their clothes while attempting to keep up with my wife as if they were ensnared by her beautiful smile and constant humourous chatter.
She waved them all off, even planting an ironically chaste kiss on the cheeks of two of them until we were once again alone in the isolated clearing and she walked back to the driver's side of the car, reaching into the breast pocket of my shirt to use my penknife to cut the cable-ties from my wrists.
She settled lightly into the passenger-side seat, sliding it back into position before straightening her clothes even more. "I don't need to ask if you enjoyed that", she whispered quietly, glancing across at the obvious bulge barely contained by my jeans, "But I still want to thank you for allowing that to happen."
I glanced across at her and was gratified to see her cheeks grow rosy with shame or embarrassment.
"Can I take care of that for you now or do you want to wait until we get home?" she asked, looking pointedly at my crotch.
"From what I've just seen" I replied with a grin, "You can accommodate both of those options."
Wendy's face grew even redder as I walked around to where she sat and I grinned inanely as she reopened the car door.
"Would you like fries with that?" she laughed as I unzipped my fly and allowed my throbbing cock to tumble from the confines of my underwear.
I ignored her as I reached down to tear open her blouse, the few remaining buttons flying onto the floor of the car.
We both knew this particular script well and she swung her legs around so they were outside of the car while she remained seated and placed her hands on the outsides of both of her breasts, cupping them within the material of her bra to form an exquisitely deep cleavage.
Often either Wendy or I will spit onto her tits to provide the required level of lubrication for this act but today her entire chest glistened with warm and slippery semen and as I slipped my cock under the strap that held both cups in place my cock and smothered my cock deeply between the two warm, soft and enveloping pillows of flesh, the friction was perfect.
Needless to say, I came quickly and added a respectable amount of cum to that which already adhered to my wife's shared body.
Wendy closed the door to our house behind us half an hour later and leaned against the doorframe, smiling up at me expectantly.
The front of her buttonless blouse gaped open with significant parts of the material translucent and sticking to her skin as a result of the copious amounts of semen that coated her chest.
"Do you need me to shower first..." she began, looking up at me sexily from underneath her long eyelashes but she stopped mid-sentence as I shook my head frantically and dropped to my knees in front of her.
I grasped her full hips and pressed my face tight against her groin, smelling her well-used cunt through the flimsy material of her short skirt.
Wendy wiggled her hips provocatively as I inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of drying semen and her own delicious lubricating juices.
Despite blowing my load explosively across her breasts as she gave me an exquisite tit job just 30 minutes ago, my cock once again throbbed hungrily within my jeans and as Wendy cupped the back of my head and pressed me even harder against her groin, I knew she felt the same way.
"Will you...?" she murmured shyly as she began to inch up the hem of her skirt until the hairless lips of her reeking cunt were pressed stickily against my own lips and I could taste as well as smell the semen that slowly trickled from within her as thick rivulets that travelled slowly down her inner thighs.
I ran my tongue along the soft warm flesh of her inner thigh, revelling in the salty, unique flavour of the semen that coated my tongue.
Wendy groaned softly as I traced one stream of cum from her thigh up to where it oozed from between her lips and teased her vagina firstly with the tip of my tongue before using my lips and teeth to apply greater pressure.
Wendy arched her back against the door jar and lifted her leg high enough to drape one knee across my shoulder, giving me unfettered access to her sticky pussy, parts of her skin patchy with drying and flaking semen.
"Oh fuck" she moaned quietly as I gently prised her sticky lips apart with the tips of two trembling fingers to allow me to push my tongue deeper into her tight cunt.
I allowed my tongue to probe her vagina, enjoying the taste of her semen-soaked pussy while the odours of assorted body juices assailed my sense of smell.
I brought my hands up and clenched the cheeks of Wendy's ripe arse, squeezing her supple flesh while separating them slightly to open the orifice to her pussy even wider.
She groaned loudly once again and although it may have just been my imagination, I swore I could taste her own excited juices much more strongly than the fetid semen within her and I hoped it was a sign of her continued enjoyment.
All doubt was removed when she reached down to hold both of my ears in her fists before giving them a playful tug accompanied by the words, "I'm close Hun, get your lovely cock inside me now!"
I needed zero prompting and as I rose from my knees, she turned away to face the curtained window, reaching up to grasp the curtain rail with her hands before arching her back and sticking out her arse as far as she could.
Her bare ripe arse shone in the light of the late afternoon sun and hesitating just long enough to struggle out of my jeans, I slid my stiff cock into her trembling cunt, enjoying the sticky warmth provided by the remnants of her earlier deposits.
"Harder!" she gasped and I pulled her onto my thrusting cock by placing my hands on her gyrating hips, leaning down to bite her neck and shoulders with my teeth.
I could feel semen oozing like treacle out of her cunt as I thrust forcefully into her and I knew my own thighs would be covered in other men's cum before I even had the chance to fill her with my own seed.
"You fucking whore" I whispered into her ear and she moaned in pleasure as I continued to fuck her like one.
"I married a cheap cum-slut" I hissed again and Wendy's groan was accompanied by thrusts of her own as she backed tightly onto my thrusting cock.
"How many strangers fucked you like a cheap slut today?" I asked in pretend ignorance and was rewarded with a churlish giggle.
"No...no idea..." she panted as we moved together in an increasingly frantic pace, "But I...I ...loved every fucking cock...cock that I took today."
"I think you...you enjoyed it...too" she began as she sucked in air but I placed my palm over her mouth and kept it there until I came moments later, her words spurring me on as she knew they would.
Wendy waited until I had cum inside of her before biting my hand hard enough to draw blood and as I withdraw it with a yelp, she too trembled in my arms as her pussy clenched tightly around the shaft of my cock as she orgasmed strongly.
"What a fucking brilliant afternoon" she exploded with a huge grin on her face as we sunk entwined onto the carpet, "When can we do it again?"
I think my own grin matched my wife ‘s but I knew too well how forced my reaction was.
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