During the week, we had no contact with Matthew. We had no more regular calls.

On the other hand, we also couldn't play our game of tease and denial with Mary bringing me to the edge of orgasm with her mouth or hands, as we didn't have the key to my cock cage and my cock couldn't be released.

However, we improvised another game combining the above and played it a few nights.

One night, after dinner, Mary and I were talking, and she said to me, "I don't have the key, so I can't play with you and tease you like before. You could lick me till I cum, but I was thinking we could play some other way."

"Yeah? What were you thinking?"

"Last week, when I had the calls with Matthew, I found the tease play and not being able to cum really exciting. I understood better why you liked it. What do you say we both play this week? We can play with the vibrator, and you can tease me with your tongue. I promise not to cum. By Friday, I'll be as horny and desperate as you usually are."

"But I have the cock cage."

"Yes, but you have the skin of your whole body and your imagination, which has always been said to be the most important sex organ, and inside the cock cage, you still have your cock, and I can fondle it a little."

"Okay, just give it a try. Let's go to the bedroom," I said, getting up and taking her by the hand.

We undressed and lay down on the bed. We started caressing and kissing each other. Little by little, we became more and more excited, and the caresses and kisses became more intense and ardent.

My cock swelled and tried to get erect, with the usual negative result. Not even being able to get erect turned me on even more. And I could see that the sight of me aroused and eager turned Mary on too.

With her hands, she gently guided my head between her legs, where I could see that both her clitoris and her vaginal lips were swollen and turgid. I knew what she was expecting, so I applied my tongue and slid it gently between her labia from bottom to top, flicking her clitoris as I reached the top, which made her become extremely aroused.

I continued to do this many times, noticing how she became more and more aroused. Her vagina was open and wet, exuding her fluids. I had put my hands on her breasts and was massaging them and playing with my fingers on her nipples, which were hard and erect.

At one point, I noticed that she was getting too close to climax, and I pulled my mouth away to prevent her from cumming. She had her eyes closed, enjoying my caresses. She opened them and looked at me with a disappointed air.

I moved across the bed until my face was level with her and started kissing her all over her face, ears, and neck while I stroked her hair. She returned my kisses and caresses with passion. After enjoying these caresses and frolics for a while, when I calculated that her excitement had subsided, I went back between her legs and started to excite her until she was on the verge of cumming.

She mumbled, in a hoarse and horny voice, "Yes.... Like this... God... hum... Yes... Keep going... It's delicious... Don't stop... Keep going... humm..."

After repeating the sequence several times, she herself asked me to stop, "Don't go on, please; if you touch me one more time, even for a second, I'm going to come like crazy."

"Let me make you enjoy now... or suffer..." she added with a mischievous smile.

I lay down, and she straddled me with her knees at my waist and her pussy on top of my caged cock.

She lowered herself down until her pussy was resting on my cock. Through the cock cage, I could feel how hot and wet she was. It was a maddening sensation to feel her sex, warm and wet, rubbing against my cock, constrained by the hard bars of the cage.

She rubbed herself against me, soaking me from my testicles to the tip of my cock, as she said, "You'd like to be inside me, wouldn't you?.... You don't know how horny I am... If you could put your cock in me, I think it would burn you.... However, you'd go all the way in at once, as wet as I am... I'd like to feel you inside me too, with your fully erect cock, penetrating me all the way... And feel how you cum... I like to feel when a cock is fully erect and about to ejaculate, starts vibrating and trembling, and then starts filling me with warm, thick, viscous semen... Too bad I have to wait until Saturday!... You'd like to cum inside me, wouldn't you?...I'm sure your testicles are ready to burst, boiling with cum, right?.... But at least you can enjoy the contact with my pussy, even if you can't get inside..."

Taking my hands and bringing them to her breasts, she continued, "You can also caress my breasts, which I know drive you crazy."

She went on like that for many minutes, playing with me and teasing me with her words and her movements. It was delicious to feel her breasts in my hands and the softness of her sex rubbing against me, but my cock was about to explode. I felt so much pressure inside my cock that I felt like I was going to break the bars around it. The ring holding the base and testicles was pulling hard and very painfully, pushing to diminish my erection, but the sight of Mary's beautiful body above me and the feel of her skin and wet sex were pushing to increase my erection. It was a state of arousal that was both delicious and painful at the same time.

Finally, she lay down next to me, and we were both cuddled up and very aroused.

We played a few more nights, with some differences, like me using the vibrator instead of using my tongue to turn her on and tease her, and her giving me a blow job instead of climbing on top of me. Feeling her licking me through the bars of the cock cage, or sucking my caged cock was almost more exciting and despairing than when she climbed on top of me and rubbed herself with her dripping sex.

On Friday, Matthew contacted us via the app and arranged to meet us at the bar we had used the first few times, not at the motel, like last time. We were surprised, as we thought we would meet directly at the motel room.

As on previous Fridays, we turned into Molly and Buck and headed to Matthew's town.

As we entered the bar, we saw him sitting at a table. After greetings, Matthew explained what he had planned: "You wanted to try experiences, and so did I, so I thought this night would be different. A 'high school' or 'college' night. We're going to go to a disco and dance and do 'whatever' in the car."

Mary and I looked at each other in surprise and then made a 'let's see how it turns out' kind of gesture, so Mary said, "Here we go."

Matthew said, "I have a really big SUV parked here that they brought to my work that we're going to use because it's so big and comfortable."

"And it has tinted windows, so we'll have total privacy," he added with a suggestive smile.

When we got to the car, Matthew handed me the keys and added, "Buck, you drive, while Molly and I take the back seats, and I'll tell you what I have in mind for tonight."

I grabbed the keys and climbed into the driver's seat while Mary and Matthew accommodated themselves as passengers.

"Buck, I've marked the address of the disco on the car's GPS. You'll see the map on the big screen. Just head over there," Matthew said.

Then, turning to Mary, he said, "Molly, all week I kept thinking about when we'd see each other again. I've been looking forward to seeing you... and touching you. We have a long drive, so we can use it for fun," and pulling her to him, he began to kiss her and fondle her breasts.

Mary, after a while, began to return his caresses and kisses.

Without stopping rubbing her, he unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse one by one and took it off. Then he unfastened her bra, leaving her breasts free, which he pounced on and began to lick with relish.

I could partially see them through the interior rear-view mirror. Since I had the side mirrors for driving and traffic, I adjusted the inside mirror to get a better view of them.

She likewise unbuttoned his shirt and fondled his torso and nipples. The games and provocation Mary and I had engaged in during the week were showing their results. She had quickly become excited and aroused, and she was throwing herself on him, equally eager to release, with an orgasm, the desire that had built up during the week.

At first, as she stood naked from the waist up, she occasionally glanced at the windows. But when she realised that nothing was visible from the outside, she was unconcerned about being half naked in a car and hugging a semi-naked man.

Matthew unzipped her skirt and removed her skirt and panties. While he continued kissing and caressing her with one hand, with the other, he began stroking her clitoris and sliding his fingers along her vaginal lips.

After a few minutes, she leaned back on the seat, closed her eyes, and let herself be caressed. The swollen lips of her parted mouth, the hard nipples, and her panting, gasping breaths showed her great arousal.

Matthew had been slowly inserting his fingers into her very wet vagina and was masturbating her with three fingers in and out, while his palm stimulated her clitoris.

Just as it looked like she was about to orgasm, Matthew removed his hand from her sex, stopped kissing her, and withdrew his other hand. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

He unzipped his trousers, pulled out his cock, already erect, and said, "Before you cum, you'll have to make me cum."

She was so turned on that she didn't hesitate; she leaned over his crotch, grabbed his cock in her hand, and took it in her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down, her distended lips wrapping around his thick cock. He grabbed her head and kept the rhythm going. He too used his hand to try to push his cock deeper and deeper, but when his cock reached the entrance to Mary's throat, she gagged and lifted her head.

With the hand that wasn't on her head, he caressed her breasts and her ass while saying, "Here, swallow it whole. You should learn to swallow it all the way down your throat. Soon I'll fill your mouth with all the cum I've accumulated for you. If I cum now, after the dance, I'll hold out longer, and I'll be able to fuck you longer. Keep going, keep going."

After a few minutes, Matthew tensed up, pushed his hand on Mary's head, pushed up on his hips, and began to ejaculate into her mouth.

He must have had a lot of cum in him because I could see how, for a long time, his cock and testicles contracted. Between his shaft and her lips, I could see a little white trickle of cum slipping out.

She sat up and swallowed the cum that filled her mouth. While he put on his shirt and finished putting on his clothes. Then, from a bag on the side, he pulled out a dress and handed it to Mary, saying, "I brought you a dress left behind by an old girlfriend. It's about right for you.

Then, turning to the two of them, he said, "For tonight, I wanted to propose something a little kinky and naughty. The three of us go dancing together. Molly would dance with one, dance with the other, and dance with both at the same time, show off her enviable body, kiss and grope us both, and I'd like her to make it clear that she's with both of us and that she's going to fuck both of us tonight. What do you think?"

"I don't know," said Mary. "It's one thing to meet privately in a room, but it's another to be seen in public. I'm going to look kind of slutty 'doing it' with two men."

"Don't worry," Matthew replied, "you said you live in another town. No one knows you here. And everyone will be very wild and drunk. No one will notice. Besides, you've already started the night being a bit slutty; you just swallowed a load of cum after blowing me in the car. Stay in that role. No one will know you here."

I said, "Whatever you think, Molly, it takes me back a bit too. If someone we know sees my wife flirting and making out with another man... but if no one really knows who we are and if we don't draw too much attention to ourselves... After all, they're not going to see us fucking; they're only going to see three people who are a little bit flirty. Whatever you decide is fine with me."

Mary, after a moment's thought, said, "Well, it's 'slutty Molly' night. Even though I'm in the mood to fuck right now, let's go and have some fun before. Then we'll come back to the car and continue the party. The truth is that this is indeed a 'high school' night. It's been a long time since I've been crazy like this or been with a guy in the back of a car. And I've certainly never had sex in a car before, just some kissing and petting."

Mary started to put on her bra and panties and Matthew told her not to put them on, that they would be too noticeable with the dress, and that, besides, it would make her look more provocative.

Mary put on the dress, which was a simple white dress with straps and a front and back neckline. It was a little small and short for her size. It clung to her body, clinging to her breasts and highlighting her nipples, which, with her excitement, were still erect and standing out like two pebbles in the middle of the spheres of her breasts. The dress was tight around her hips and thighs. It came to mid-thigh, so when she sat down, she had to be careful not to let her pussy show. Although it was not transparent, it was somewhat translucent and allowed anyone looking to distinguish the areas of different colours, such as her areolas. If her pubic hair hadn't been shaved, I think it would have been visible.

Looking at the fit of the dress, Mary hesitated again, probably thinking it was too daring, but Matthew encouraged her, "Come on, let's go. It looks great on you and highlights your great body.

We soon arrived at the address marked on the GPS. I parked, and we headed for the entrance.

It was a very large club, with quite a few tables and three dance areas. After going around several times, as it was very crowded, we managed to get a table from a couple who were leaving at that moment. It was right next to one of the dance areas. We ordered a drink, and shortly after, Matthew went out to dance with Mary. They danced to several songs, hugging and kissing. His hands ran down her back until they rested on her buttocks, and he was rubbing them without disguise. She ran her hands over his chest and back, as well as his ass.

After a while, they came to the table, sat down, and had a few drinks to recover. Before long, Mary was in high spirits and, taking me by the hand, led me out to dance.

Once on the dance floor, I asked her, "How are you doing? It's a bit of a weird night, isn't it?

"Actually, yes; it's totally unexpected, but I'm having a good time. It's different than going to the motel. I'm having fun being 'slutty Molly'. No one here knows me as Molly, and I don't think they would recognise me as Mary, so I feel free to do whatever I want, and I would never dare as Mary."

We continued dancing, making out, and caressing each other. After all the week of teasing Mary and I had had, and on top of the scene I had witnessed in the car, with Mary naked, giving Matthew a blow job, and swallowing his cum, I was more than aroused and very desperate. I wanted to touch and feel Mary's skin. I pressed myself against her and ran my hands up and down her back.

We danced for a while, and at one point, before I knew it, I had slipped my hands inside her dress, down her back, and was touching Mary's buttocks. She looked at me and said, "We're in the mood, huh? Let's sit down for a while, or I guess you're going to try to fuck me right here."

"And the worst thing is, I wouldn't mind, as I'm so horny myself," she added with a mischievous grin.

We sat for a while, and after a while, she went back to dancing with Matthew. She looked beautiful in the dress, which showed off her whole body even more provocatively than if she was naked. Her nipples, excited by rubbing against the fabric of the dress, were very swollen and stood out like twin peaks protruding from the front of the dress.

When she turned quickly, her skirt rode up in a circle, and the people sitting there could almost see her ass and pussy. She and Matthew continued to dance. At times, she was dancing with her back to him, her ass rubbing against his crotch. He had a huge erection, and I imagined his cock rubbing between her buttocks. He moved his hands from her waist, slowly moving them up to squeeze her breasts and leave his hands there.

It was an exciting spectacle, and I was not the only one watching. Many people, sitting or dancing, were watching them, and in particular, Mary. Clearly, her excitement and joy made her already beautiful body even more attractive. Although the general atmosphere was one of unbridled revelry, and many couples were also very 'hot' kissing and groping, it seemed to me that Mary stood out.

My cock had been fighting with the cock cage for a while, ever since I had danced with Mary. Every now and then, I looked to see if the bulge in my trousers was noticeable. But the small size of the cage, which was strictly the size of my flaccid cock, and the downward curvature made it quite concealable.

Thinking about size, I remembered that, just this week, I had read an article about the size of human penises. Apparently, statistically, penises that are large when flaccid grow less when erect than smaller penises. That is, a large penis, when erect, may only grow by 50% and a smaller one by 200%. This seems to be because the larger penis already has more tissue and less room for the blood to swell it. My flaccid penis was not very big, but when it became erect, it grew a lot. Of course, that was when it could grow. At that moment, my cock was struggling desperately and futilely to grow, and it seemed to me to be on the verge of exploding as it tried to grow as much as it usually did, although it hadn't managed to increase in size at all while locked inside the inflexible cage that constrained it.

My attention turned back to Mary and Matthew, who were returning to the table. They sat back down to rest, and we chatted for a while until Mary asked me to dance again.

Mary was very excited, and as soon as we were together in the dance area, she said excitedly, "Have you seen how they look at me? I think a few women, and some men too, think I'm a slut. But I'm sure most women are envious of me because I'm with two handsome men who are drooling over me and who I'm going to take to bed. And I'm sure most men are envious of you for being with me and wish they could be in your shoes and fuck me. I've never felt so admired and desired!"

"I'm so glad you feel that way. I told you that you are very beautiful; it's not just that I look at you with the eyes of a sweetheart. You'd have to be sure of yourself and your attractiveness. As for me, I have to tell you that I am very proud to see how everyone looks up to you. It makes me want to shout at them: 'See that woman, the most attractive one? Well, she is my wife. She has chosen to share her life with me, I sleep every night hugging her, and in a little while I'll be making love to her'."

"I am proud of you. And, with all the waiting during the week and what we did in the car earlier, I'm looking forward to fucking like crazy."

"Me too. I can't take my eyes off you and think about being with you, caressing your skin, and making love to you."

"I think we can retire shortly. I don't know how we'll arrange ourselves in the car, but it's turning out to be a very exciting night. It was a strange idea of Matt's, but I'm liking it."

At that moment, I saw Matthew coming towards us. I thought he wanted to take over as dance partner, and I started to break away, but he signalled to me that there was no need to leave and to stay. He stood next to Mary, and the three of us began to dance in a circle. The next song was slow and when I hugged Mary, he moved to her back and hugged her too.

Mary was sandwiched between the two of us, and we both started hugging her and rubbing each other. Matthew bent his head and started kissing her neck as his hands slid from her hips, up her front, to her breasts and lingered there, groping them. I kissed her mouth eagerly, and my hands went to her buttocks. Mary was hugging me, but at one point she brought her hands back and placed them on Matthew's buttocks. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the sensations and caresses she was receiving from all sides. I could tell that Mary was extremely aroused. Everywhere he brushed against her skin, her skin would go 'goose bumps'. Mary caressed Matthew's ass for a while and then brought her hands back to me, caressing my buttocks and then moving up to my chest.

The situation was very erotic and electrifying for all of us; all three of us were very aroused. When I brought my hands to Mary's ass, I brushed against Matthew's cock, which was fully hard and erect, and rubbing it against the slit between Mary's buttocks. My cock continued its losing battle against the cock cage, struggling to swell and stretch but remaining painfully curved and constricted, with the ring pulling at my testicles. The thought that I couldn't even get an erection while rubbing against Mary's body was a desperate feeling on the one hand, but torturously arousing on the other.

When I also thought that the key to my cock was held by the other man who was rubbing Mary and that he was going to fuck her before I did, the feeling became more deviously exciting and, at the same time, humiliating.

Having to wait to get what I desperately wanted—to make love to Mary—turned me on in a way I couldn't quite understand. Maybe it was the desire for what we can't, or find too hard, to achieve.

Matthew began to move his hands all over Mary's front, sliding them down her belly and caressing her sex, her hips, and her shoulders. She brought her arms up and back, grabbing his neck and stroking his hair. I took advantage of the position her raised arms offered me, which lifted her breasts and highlighted her cleavage. I lowered my head and began to kiss her neck, gradually moving down until my head was between her breasts, inhaling the soft fragrance emanating from her body, which, after the exercise, dominated over the artificial perfume.

After a few minutes like that, Matthew said, "I think it's time to go, don't you?"

"Yes," we both replied, our voices cracking.

We left the club and headed for the SUV. I had given the keys back to Matthew as we parked, but he handed them back to me before we got in, saying, "You drive back to where you parked. Along the road, just before you get there, you'll see a big park on the right. There is a car park there where we can stop and have some privacy."

I sat in the driver's seat while the two of them, again, sat in the back. As soon as we started, Matthew pounced on Mary and started kissing and groping her. She hugged and kissed him just as eagerly. He grabbed her dress and pulled it up and off, leaving her totally naked except for her shoes. I could see Mary's naked body again through the rearview mirror as Matthew's hands roamed freely over it. She unbuttoned his shirt and trousers, and Matthew grabbed her waist and moved her around until she was straddling him.

She said, "I need to cum, I can't wait another minute. I need a cock inside me. Fuck me, Matt! Fuck me!".

She grabbed his erect cock, lifted slightly, and placed it between her vaginal lips. Then she descended on him, slowly but firmly, impaling herself deep into his shaft until their pubes touched. She pulled her head back and came instantly, with a cry that startled me, and in the rearview mirror I could see her buttocks resting on Matthew's legs, her lovely back and shoulders framing the red hair that fell down her back, and her arms resting on Matthew's shoulders.

She stayed for almost a minute, enjoying the sensation, then began to move up and down, withdrawing until only the head of his cock was inside her, and then lowering herself firmly until she had it all the way inside her. She was increasing the speed, going up and down faster and faster, and driving his cock harder and harder. She was panting like a freight train and moaning, "Yes... like this... hummm... I needed it... oohhh... fuck me..... I like to feel your cock going inside me, opening me up, penetrating me all the way... hum... yes... yes..."

His hands moved all over her body, stroking and kneading her. She kept going up and down, fucking him enthusiastically, until she reached orgasm again. It was hard for me to concentrate on driving as I watched Mary's naked body fucking Matthew in the rearview mirror and heard her moans of pleasure.

She resumed her movement, and, after a while, I watched as Matthew's hands grasped her waist and began to guide her, setting the pace, increasing the speed and force with which her body went down, fucking her with increasing impetus, making their pubes clash, and stimulating her clitoris. I could hear the splash of her fluids lubricating his cock and sliding down to his testicles as his cock entered her opening.

Matthew was panting and babbling, "Yes, my slutty Molly, I can tell you wanted to fuck me; you're soaking wet.... I'm not going to take much more of your hot pussy.... Fuck... I'm going to come and fill you with cum... Fuck... God... yes... I'm cumming..."

I noticed how his testicles contracted many times, filling Mary's vagina with his cum, which caused her to have another orgasm.

Like the previous weekends, I felt a strange sensation watching Mary fuck a stranger. As much as she said it was just a physical thing, without any other effect, that it was something for her and me to enjoy, and that it was a kind of 'sports warm-up' before making love to me, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

From a rational point of view, perhaps she was partly right, but socially, we have internalised criteria that mark out what is right and what is wrong, and that made me feel uncomfortable. Besides, biology rules, and we have a reproductive instinct and selfish genes that tell us that 'our female' only reproduces with us. In any case, even if I wasn't totally convinced, I was doing it mostly for her, to see her enjoy it, and maybe, in a corner of my mind, for the strange excitement of doing something forbidden and perverse.

They both sat still. By then, we had arrived at the park. I drove to the parking lot and looked for an area as far as possible away from the light and the entrance. I saw that there were other cars, even though it was late at night. I imagined that they were young couples, or couples without a house to meet, and that they came to this place for privacy.

I turned back to them and said, "We have arrived at the park." After saying those words, I suddenly felt like a chauffeur informing his bosses that he had made the ordered journey, or like a taxi driver talking to customers.

Mary was still straddling him, his cock still inside her, and she had collapsed onto his torso, her head resting on his shoulder. She shifted and sat up next to him.

Matthew answered me, "Wait until we've recovered and rested a bit."

I turned forward and looked at the park and the other parked cars. The park was large and heavily wooded, with lots of hedges and low plants, and only a few paths were lit. I was sure that if I walked through it, I would find couples making love in some corner.

As for the cars, they were of all kinds: big, small, sporty, and family cars. Some were lit up, and you could see couples talking, drinking, or kissing. Others were dark, but in some, against the light of the road, you could make out a couple doing more than just kissing.

We were quite far away from the light, and with the tinted windows, I felt reassured that no one could see us.

I was distracted for a while, observing my surroundings and also thinking that soon I could be with Mary too, when I heard Matthew say, "Molly, let's do it one last time. I've been thinking about being with you all week, and it hasn't been enough."

I turned and saw Matthew caressing Mary's body and guiding her until she was lying on the seat, legs up. He positioned himself between her legs and guided his now partially erect cock to her pussy. She had her sex wet, swollen, and dilated, and he could have pushed his cock all the way in, but he inserted only the tip, began to penetrate only a few inches, and withdrew, fucking her only with the tip. This achieved two results: that his cock gradually became erect, and that she, feeling this movement in the outer centimetres of her vagina, where there are more nerve endings, became very excited again.

He kept up this provocative game until she could take no more.

Desperately, she wrapped her legs around his ass to force him to penetrate her deeper with his cock while saying, "Fuck me, fuck me, Matt, I need you to fuck me deep; don't leave me like this. I need you to cum, and I need to cum myself." At the same time, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to her.

He fucked her with relentless vigour, making her whole body move and her breasts sway. She was panting and moaning. Since it was the third time that night, it took him quite a while to come. He continued to fuck her for quite a while, during which she reached several orgasms, until finally, after a hard thrust all the way in, he froze and ejaculated inside her.

When his cock went limp, Matthew withdrew and sat up. Mary stayed as she was, lying down, recovering.

I got out of the car and went to the door where Matthew was, waiting for him to come out. He put on his clothes slowly and parsimoniously, as if making me wait and increasing my desperation. When he was dressed, he got out and went to the driver's seat, where I had been sitting.

I got in and put my head close to Mary's and asked her in a whisper, "How are you? You're having a great time tonight."

"Yes, it's been a very crazy night. But it's not over yet. I'm missing the icing on the cake, my 'apple pie'," she replied, giving me a kiss.

I began to stroke my hands all over her body with a mixture of tenderness and desire. I undressed and turned to Matthew, "Matthew. Can I have the key?"

"What key?"

"What do you mean 'what key'? The key you have to my cock cage."

"Ahh, that key."

"Yeah, give it to me now."

"What do you want it for?"

"What do you mean 'what do I want it for'? You know, to make love to Molly. Don't make me wait any longer."

Matthew pretended to reach into his pockets. He was clearly playing with me, making me impatient.

As he searched, he said, "So that I don't keep you waiting and I'm clear on what you want, you need to tell me things more clearly from the beginning, like, 'Matthew, would you please give me the key to my cock cage so I can fuck my wife,' and you'll see that I'll understand you better. Also, since I'm doing you the favour of keeping the key, I think it's only fair that you ask please. Try saying it."

I was very impatient and didn't want to argue at that point or argue that he had been the one who had decided to keep the key, so I relented and said, "Matthew, would you please give me the key to my cock cage so I can fuck my wife?"

At that moment, he pulled the key out of a pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Right here it was. Your words were magic.

I quickly unlocked the lock on the cage and left the keys on the front seat. My tortured cock quickly became erect as soon as I removed the cock cage tube. I turned to Mary and went back to caressing her. I positioned myself on top of her and rested the tip of my cock at the opening of her vagina. She was very dilated and dripping.

Then Matthew said, "I've got her all ready for you, haven't I? I hope you like 'sloppy seconds' in a pussy, because after the way Molly and I have fucked and after I've unloaded my cum inside her twice, your cock is going to find a very distended and puddled hole. I always prefer to fuck a pussy first. I remember the first time I tried 'sloppy seconds' years ago, when a group of friends collected money to hire a whore. Actually, if this is your first time, Molly was pretty slutty tonight, so it's a similar experience."

I tried to ignore Matthew's words and focus on Mary. I slowly entered her. Even though I tried to ignore Matthew's words, I couldn't help but think that I actually felt very little friction as I entered her. It could be due to Matthew's semen or the fluids Mary had produced, but I felt myself sliding as if I wasn't rubbing against the walls of her channel. I also thought about whether the greater thickness of Matthew's cock might have caused her vagina to dilate and my slightly narrower cock to not exert pressure on the walls.

I tried to dismiss these ideas. More than once, after Mary and I had made love several times in a row, I felt this same sensation—an open, soaking wet vagina into which I entered almost without feeling. On those occasions, the reduction in physical stimulation was compensated for by the feeling of togetherness and unleashed sex, of squeezing our pleasure to the limit, until she was soaking wet and I had my semen fully squeezed out and my testicles fully 'drained'.

This time, however, I was struggling. I was thrusting my cock in and out, but I was not finding the stimulation that made it so pleasurable. The previous times Mary had washed after Matthew, and a slightly longer time had passed between me and Matthew.

On the other hand, being in the car made me uncomfortable and distracted me. What if we were discovered? Could someone be watching us? Was it safe?

All these thoughts were distracting, and the thought that I might not be able to reach orgasm after a week of desperately wanting it made me nervous, and my arousal waned.

However, as I refocused on Mary, feeling the softness of her skin and noticing the gentle caresses of her hands and the look of desire in her eyes, the arousal returned and the distractions disappeared.

In addition, the factors that were holding me back became factors that, strangely enough, stimulated me and increased my arousal.

The thought that I might not orgasm and have to wait until next week made me feel as if it was a 'once in a lifetime opportunity' that I couldn't miss, as if I were saying goodbye to Mary for a long time and making love to her for the last time in a long time.

Having sex in a public place, where maybe they could see me, aroused an excitement of doing something risky and an exhibitionist element, as if to say, 'admire what a beautiful woman I have and how I make love to her, how we enjoy it'.

Finally, the thought of 'sloppy seconds' and Matthew having fucked Mary before, the thought of my cock bobbing in the thick cum Matthew had deposited inside Mary after fucking her twice, gave me a feeling of doing something kinky and dirty, which somehow stimulated me as well.

At the same time, Mary, with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist to maximise penetration, was kissing and caressing me, saying, "Fuck me, Buck! I love you! You're the best husband anyone could ever want! I want you to cum inside me! Fuck me!"

My cock went deep into Mary's vagina, and I could feel her getting excited, which, in turn, increased my arousal. I had my hands on her breasts and enjoyed feeling their softness, which contrasted with the hardness of her erect nipples, which I stroked with my thumbs.

She was caressing my chest and tweaking my nipples harder and harder as she was losing control, to a point where it was painful, but that only added to the stimulation of my overstimulated body.

The movement of my hips made my pubis impact Mary's, stimulating her clitoris. After a while, she could no longer resist; she arched her back, closed her eyes, let out a moan, and climaxed in a deep, intense orgasm. That triggered my own orgasm, which was equally intense—very intense—and felt as if it started all over my body, not just in my cock. It was a wonderful feeling, as if my whole body were exploding with pleasure.

I felt my testicles contract and inject, along my cock, a continuous stream of semen, which never seemed to end. Cum was spurting out of my cock; the cum accumulated over the week of teasing, joining all the fluids that were already in Mary's vagina.

It was an explosive and enrapturing experience that left us both exhausted. I dropped down on top of Mary, and gradually we lay cuddling on the seat, cuddling until we fell asleep without realising it.

After a long time, the cold on my naked body made me wake up. Matthew had fallen asleep in the front seat. I woke Mary with a kiss, and we both got dressed. I put on the cock cage almost out of habit without giving it much thought. Then we woke Matthew, who started the car and drove it to our usual meeting point near the motel and bar.

We said goodbye to him until next Friday, got out of the car, and walked to a coffee shop to have a hot coffee and some breakfast. On the horizon, we could see that it was starting to get light, a sign that dawn was approaching.

We sat at the table and talked about the night.

"It's been a long time since we've spent a night like this, out and about and doing crazy things," Mary commented.

"Yeah, since university, I think. And back then, we certainly didn't make love. Especially not in a car..." I smiled in response.

"Yeah, it was kind of exciting. I've never made love in a car before."

"Neither had I."

"And you saw how everyone looked at me when I danced. I felt sexy. Maybe a little slutty because of the behaviour and the dress, but I liked the way they looked at me and lusted after me. I don't care; they don't know me as Mary or Molly."

"It's just that you looked stunning. I was looking at you and lusting after you all night. But the end was worth the wait. We made love only once, but it was extraordinary."

"Yes, I felt so good with you, so close to you," Mary said, caressing my face.

"The only thing I didn't like about the night was that Matthew was a bit impertinent. And that he fucked you several times, and I only fucked you once."

"I'm sorry it bothers you, but I told you he's like a 'warm-up'; for me, it's 'dessert' that's important. Remember, you're 'my grandmother's apple pie'," she laughed. And she continued, "Although I can't deny that I enjoyed him a lot, But with you, it's special; it's not just physical. And yes, sometimes he's a bit cocky and a bit of an asshole, but in return, we're enjoying ourselves and doing different things the way we wanted to, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Think of him as a mosquito if you visit some tropical paradise. A small price to pay for the experience. Don't pay any attention to him."

"Mary, you're always able to look on the positive side and analyse everything in a special and brilliant way."

"Besides, I told you that I see it as a kind of game where I get into a character. I know that when the game is over, my character disappears, and it's me again. Whatever my character has done doesn't count anymore."

"I'll try to do the same. Well, let's finish this before it gets cold and go home to rest and enjoy the weekend," I replied, turning to eat my breakfast and coffee.

To be continued. Chapter 10. New skills