After the match, $name1 climbs into the team van with her husband’s teammate while he watches from the front seat, and she takes a thick cock in her ass for the first time until she comes screaming against the window.
$name1 locked the van’s side door and yanked her skirt up before the interior light even finished fading. Twenty-nine. Married three years. Wet already from the walk across the dark club car park. Her husband Marcus sat in the driver’s seat, seatbelt still on, eyes fixed on the rear-view mirror like he was watching a highlight reel he had paid for.
“Get her ready,” Marcus said. His voice was low. Hard. “I want to hear her beg for your cock in her ass.”
Jay filled the bench seat opposite her — six-two, still in his kit top, thighs thick from ninety minutes of rugby. He smelled of pitch mud and cheap shower gel. He grinned at $name1 and hooked two fingers under the crotch of her knickers.
“Jesus. She’s soaked.” He dragged the lace aside and shoved two thick fingers straight into her cunt. $name1 gasped and grabbed the grab-handle above the window. “Look at that, Marcus. Your wife’s dripping for your mate.”
$name1’s face burned. She loved it. She hated how much she loved it. Marcus had talked about this for months — the fantasy of watching another man use her — and tonight after the win she had finally said yes. Now Jay’s fingers were curling inside her, thumb rubbing her clit through her knickers, and her hips were already rolling.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Don’t tease. Put it in my cunt first. Get me open.”
Jay freed his cock from his shorts. Thick. Dark. Veined. Bigger than Marcus. $name1’s mouth watered. She leaned forward and sucked the head, tasting salt and skin, then took him deeper until her throat fluttered. Jay groaned and fisted her hair.
“Good little whore,” he muttered. “Suck it. Get it wet for that tight married cunt.”
She bobbed, drooling down his shaft, one hand stroking what she couldn’t fit. Marcus shifted in the front seat. She heard his zipper. The soft wet sound of him wanking while he watched his wife choke on his teammate’s cock made her cunt clench hard.
Jay pulled her off with a wet pop and shoved her onto her knees on the middle seat, facing the rear window. He yanked her knickers down to her thighs and slapped her ass once, hard enough to sting.
“Brace,” he said, and drove into her cunt in one long thrust.
$name1 cried out. He was thick enough to stretch her open, filling her until her belly felt packed. He fucked her hard from the first stroke deep, wet, the slap of his hips against her ass echoing in the van. Her tits swung free after he yanked her top down. Her nipples scraped the seat fabric.
“Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck your mate’s wife harder. Make me take it.”
Jay gripped her hips and pounded. Each thrust shoved her forward. Her forehead bumped the cool window glass. Outside, the car park was empty under orange sodium lights. Anyone walking past would see a woman bent over with her bare tits and a man buried to the hilt in her cunt.
“She’s so fucking tight,” Jay grunted. “You keeping this cunt hungry, Marcus? She grips like she hasn’t been fucked in a week.”
“She’s been edging all day for this,” Marcus said from the front. His voice was rough. “Tell him what you want next, baby.”
$name1’s orgasm was already building, that deep dirty coil in her gut. She pushed back onto Jay’s cock and looked over her shoulder, mascara smudged, mouth open.
“My ass,” she said. Filthy. Clear. “I want your cock in my ass. Marcus has only used fingers. I want you to stretch my hole and fuck me like a slut while he watches.”
Jay pulled out of her cunt with a wet sound. Her juice ran down her thighs. He spat on her asshole, rubbed it in with his thumb, then pressed the blunt head of his cock against that tight ring.
“Breathe,” he said. “Push out.”
$name1 pushed. The head popped in and she yelped — burn, stretch, too much, perfect. Jay eased another inch. Then another. She clawed the seat. Marcus groaned loud from the front.
“Look at that,” Marcus whispered. “His cock in your ass. Fuck. Take it. Take every inch for me.”
Jay sank deeper until his hips met her cheeks. $name1’s mouth hung open. She felt stuffed, claimed, owned. Her clit throbbed untouched. When he started to move — slow at first, then longer strokes — the burn melted into filthy pleasure that made her cunt drip onto the seat.
“Oh fuck — oh fuck — your cock is in my ass,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Fuck my married ass. Ruin it.”
Jay fucked her harder. The van rocked. His balls slapped her empty cunt. One hand reached under and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he pounded her hole. $name1 came with a scream she tried and failed to muffle against her arm — cunt pulsing, ass clenching around his thick shaft, legs shaking so hard she almost collapsed.
He didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, holding her up by the waist, cock dragging in and out of her stretched asshole while she sobbed and begged for more.
“Gonna fill this ass,” Jay growled. “Want my cum in your wife’s hole, Marcus?”
“Do it,” Marcus said. “Pump her full. I want to see it leak out of her.”
Jay slammed deep and came with a harsh groan, cock jerking inside $name1’s ass, hot spurts flooding her. She felt every pulse. She pushed back onto him, greedy, milking him while her own aftershocks fluttered.
When he pulled out, cum slid down from her open hole over her cunt. Marcus was out of the driver’s seat in seconds. He shoved two fingers into her messy asshole, scooped his mate’s cum, and pushed it into her mouth.
$name1 sucked his fingers clean. Tasted Jay. Tasted herself. Looked up at her husband with wet eyes and a filthy smile.
“Again,” she whispered. “Next week. Different mate. I want two of them in me while you hold my hair and call me your whore.”
Marcus kissed her hard, tasting the cum on her tongue, and slapped her still-red ass once more for good measure.
“Get your knickers up,” he said. “We’re going home. I’m fucking that used hole again before you shower.”
$name1 pulled her skirt down over the sticky mess between her thighs and laughed, soft and wrecked, already counting the days.
