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She curious to see what the old man would do next. In the darkness of the car, she felt the old stranger jostle with the wool blanket. He unfolded it and draped it over himself and covered her from the neck down. He smiled warmly to the husband, offering him the second blanket.
The husband nods his appreciation for the kind gesture and continues to stare at the screen. He is drawn into the plot of the movie. Using the blanket as cover, the dirty old man continues his assault on the wife. He slips his hand between her legs. running his rough hand up her thigh then stroking her pussy lips over the soft fabric of her panties. She let out a slight moan of surprise and pleasure, feeling her body betraying her.
The husband had noticed her reaction but assumed it was to the moment in the film. He certainly did not suspect the elderly man they invited into their truck was shoving his fingers into his wife's pussy under a blanket. Hubby continued to be absorbed in the movie on the screen ahead. The light of the movie barely illuminating the interior of the car. The wool blanket obscuring the relentless groping and probing of his wife.
In a stroke of genius, the old man notices that on each side of the truck there were speakers for the movie clipped to the windows. He reaches for the speaker to his right, across the lap of the wife and moves it further into the truck cab, onto the dashboard. He leans over to the husband and explains, he doesn't hear well out of one side and this would help him hear the movie. This meant the husband now had strong surround sound. Consequently he would not hear the vile things the old man would begin whispering to the wife.
As soon as the husband had returned to watching the film, the old man leaned against the wife and whispered to her.
"You stay real quiet while I enjoy your big fat tits and your wet pussy and hubby won't interrupt us. You can be my secret little slut wife for a little while. "
The wife sat there, her husband within arm's reach. Her pussy ached. The thought of being taken by the old man, forbidden from squealing out in pleasure, and being forced to be his secret little slut was too much for her to handle.
As the old man massaged her thigh, moving his fingers inside her panties, stroking the wet lips of her pussy, the wife thought she would melt on the spot. She had never been so horny in her life. Her pussy was drenched with desire, soaked with lust for this repulsive old man.
Suddenly, the screen ahead was bright with light and the old man stopped his relentless assault on her pussy. He sat back in his seat and watched the screen ahead intently. When the screen dimmed once again, the wife felt his rough, bony hand grabbed her wrist tightly and pull her hand toward his crotch. Under the wool blanket she felt his rock hard, burning hot dick. He closed her hand around it and used her grip to begin jerking himself off. His left hand took control of her hand, pumping his shaft slowly. His right hand slid back under her shirt to squeeze and pull on her heavy tits and stiff aching nipples.
He leaned toward her, beyond the cone of noise from the speakers, and degraded her in hushed whispers.
"You're such a dirty slut wife. You want this cock don't you? You want me to fuck your tight married wet pussy? I bet you're thinking about how you'll jerk off my cock and lick up my cum off your fingers without hubby even noticing."
As he began finger fucking her he leaned his face towards hers. He whispered, "You are a nice fat titted whore, just how I like them."
She tried to move away, but he held her wrist firmly in his grasp. His other hand freely squeezing and fondling her heavy, soft tits while she is forced to milk his dick under the cover.
The old man continued to insult her, but she didn't hear any of it. His hand had found her pussy again and she was lost in a world of pleasure, his masterful hands working over her body. She was buzzing, humming with the need for release. She felt the old man's eyes on her the entire time, watching her body react and respond to his touch. Her strokes on his cock slowed as he watched her face flush with pleasure and her body shiver with lust.
The old man continued to whisper harsh commands in her ear, "Cum for me, whore. Cum on my fingers while your dumb husband sits right here, oblivious to his fuck pig wife's orgasms."
With those words, she exploded with pleasure. Her body was overcome with a wave of ecstasy. Her pussy released a gush of juices, drenching the old man's hand in her womanly desire. She could feel his smile of satisfaction in the darkness, knowing he had made her spurt in her panties.
He leaned back, smoothing out the blanket they shared. The old man started to slowly pump the wife's fist up and down his shaft in the dark cover of the truck. He released his grip on her and she continued to stroke him on her own. He leaned toward her and whispered, "That's right, milk me like a good whore. Milk my balls dry."
She pumped his shaft with her fist. Her pussy began to ache for another orgasm. The old guy's cock felt thick and hot in her hand. She could feel it pulsing, getting stickier by the moment with streams of thick precum.
"Beg for my cum or I rip the blanket aside and your husband discovers what a complete whore of a wife he has, stroke me and beg." The old man commanded her in a hushed voice.
"Please, give me your cum. Please cum all over my hand and I'll lick it off." She cooed softly.
"You beg like a good little slut," he whispered into her ear.
"Please, I need your cum. Please. I need to taste your cum. Please give it to me." She pleaded.
She felt the old man's dick pulsing in her fist. She was about to make him cum again. She was determined to make him cum in her hand.
"Give me your cum, old man. I need to taste it. I need to swallow it all down." She begged.
She felt a hot rush of cum across her fist. It was followed by a torrent of hot semen, running down her hand and fingers. When his cock ceased it twitching and pulsing, she quickly brought her cum covered hand to her mouth. She sucked his cum off her hand and swallowed it. The entire experience had her on the brink of orgasm again, but she would not receive relief.
The old man leaned back and waited for the husband to finish watching the movie. When he was done, the husband looked up at the old man and the wife. He asked them how they enjoyed the movie. The old man answered, "I thought that movie was great! It kept me entertained the entire time. I can't thank you enough for your hospitality. I could only hope to return the kindness."
The husband offered, "they are showing a double feature, do you want to stay for the next movie too?"
"No, it is late for me and I had better be going." The old man excused himself and returned to his car. He was sitting sitting for a moment to reflect on the events of the night when there was a knock at his passenger door. It was the wife, holding the wool blanket he had forgotten. He waved her to get in and sit down in his passenger seat.
As she settled into the seat there was an awkward pause.
She broke the silence, "I have never done anything like that before."
The old man looked ahead indifferently. "Give me your cell phone."
She paused then fished a phone out of her pockets, the old man used it to send himself a text. "A whore like you needs a firm hand to guide her. Tonight was nothing. Go back to your husband. I will be in touch."
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