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to realise what’s happened. This man has just come, draining himself deep inside my unprotected wife.
    What have we done?
    “She might need a bit of training at sucking cock, but she’s a great fuck.” He gasps over at me from his knees while still up her.
    “She’s wasted on you” he tells me.
    Then leaning with his elbows on her back he pulls himself out of her pussy with an audible plopping noise, leaving her motionless on the ground.
    He tugs his pants back up his hairy legs and begins to fasten his belt.
    “You might want to help your wife get dressed “he says fastening his belt without looking at me.
    I feel myself burn with embarrassment as I put my own still unsatisfied and shrivelled penis back in my pants and go across to them.
    Lisa, standing now, naked and unsteady on her feet, her hair bedraggled and tousled, looks suddenly aware of where she is.
    Much of the come all over her face and chest has dried and hardened into silver streaks. She’s trying to cover her chest with a forearm. Her other arm is down between her legs obscuring the little trimmed triangle. There are patches of dirt from the ground on her knees and elbows and a steady trickle of Mick’s come has started to dribble down the inside of one of her thighs.
    Trembling while Mick adjusts his shirt I reach down and collect Lisa’s lacy black bra, dress and panties from the ground and give them all a shake.
    Mick’s beery breath in is my face. “I’ll take those” he says sharply snatching the little panties from my hand. I watch in a daze as he presses them to his face and inhales deeply.
    “Mmm....’Fragrance of Lisa’. Nice souvenir of a birthday fuck.” He smirks before pushing them deep into his trouser pocket.
    My wife has her dress back on now and is trying to move her zipper up. She hasn’t yet looked at or spoken to me.
    Mick tells me I’d better take her home, that she’s “In a bit of a state”. He says he’ll get back to the party hopefully before they’re missed. That he’ll explain “Lisa had to go home because she wasn’t feeling too good... or something”.
    As I’m remembering the couple who came out and saw them together earlier, Mick tells me I need to take good care of Lisa because “She’s a bit special.” Then he smiles knowingly at me and says: “I’m not surprised she came to me though, seeing that little piece of gristle between your legs!”
    He throws back his head with a deep laugh, picks up his beer and pulls open the Fire Exit doors to go back inside.
    As I help my wife back down the alley with my arm around her waist I’m desperately struggling for what to say to her. I think I should apologise for spying on her.
    I need her to tell me that everything is still OK. That she still loves me. That nothing has changed. I want to hear she didn’t really enjoy it as much as it looked like she might have.
    My stomach is clenching inside.
    Surely this changes everything between us? What if Mick wants her again – and she wants him?
    Eventually I just ask her if she’s OK. She nods. “He didn’t really hurt you did he?” I ask and she says she’s a “bit sore”. I tell her I love her and squeeze her waist to me. The smell of come and aftershave on her obscures the fragrance of her perfume.
    Back inside the car I ask her again if she’s sure she’s OK. Her eyes look a little distant, as if she’s spaced out.
    “The reality was a bit rougher than the fantasy” she says, her voice little more than a whisper. Then trying to smile she adds: “And I am quite sore”.
    She moves awkwardly on the car seat and perversely I feel more secure about her and me at that moment because she seems so vulnerable.
    I put my arms around her, trying to ignore how strongly she smells and again tell her I love her.
    The vivid memory of how beautiful she looked with Mick up to his huge balls inside her, how “right” that seemed, fills my head. And now, finally showing up, my own treacherous cock feels