When I give my Wife her Freedom!
By: Mel & I
Hello,
I love photography and was saving up to buy a new camera. It's always been an interest of mine, but I never had a decent enough camera to really go for it beyond taking and storing some pictures in my phone. I did some research, and set my sights on a Canon EOS R5, which retailed higher than $4,000. I made a decent enough living as an IT professional, but to justify this purchase to my wife Melissa (Mel for short), I told her I'd make a little extra money driving Uber.
I loved driving and I was a natural conversationalist. I always offered to drive my wife and her friends to all of their various outings. Mel did a lot of activities without me, as I don't much like to go out and party. Without telling her, my mind did often wander as to what she might be getting up to. Were there other men at these functions? What kind of men? Were they taller than me? Stronger? Did they drive better cars, make more money?
Since Mel had a diverse friend group, their various partners were of all different backgrounds. Black, Latino, Asian, etc. Both of us are white, however. I didn't like to admit it, but I wondered if Mel acted differently around men of color. Her dating history included men of all races, and based on her Instagram, it would seem she dressed and typed just a little bit differently depending on who she was dating. To me, this carried over as to how she may have acted in the bedroom. Most of this is relegated to my wild imagination, combined with my many many insecurities (if that wasn't obvious already). The only thing that isn't imagined, is when she told me about the time her ex held her up over his head and ate her out until she came. I couldn't even dream of pulling that off, he must have been as strong as a bull. It also made me think about all the stuff they did together that she hasn't shared.
Driving Uber started out pretty slow. A few nights in and I was only making about 25 an hour, which went down substantially when you consider fuel and other costs. I would need to maximize my opportunities, so I pretty much set off to only drive at high volume "night life" times. I also started using my Mel's Camry instead of my Expedition, as the fuel economy was much better, even if it was a lot less roomy.
It was a Friday night, and on my second ride in I get a request from "Darius." This was a 60 dollar ride, which at that point in the night meant he was going way out of the city limits. Normally, so soon into my shift, I would reject such a far ride, because it would be unlikely I'd get a return rider back to the city. I glanced at his photo; it was a couple's beach photo. He was a big man, with an impressive build, and about a foot taller than his partner, a white woman, who looked remarkably similar to Mel. Both of their smiles were absolutely radiant, so for whatever reason, I felt compelled to accept.
The pickup was just around the corner, in front of a bar known for its dance floor in the basement. Mel raves about this place, but I myself had never been. I see Darius and the other woman in the photo waiting for me. He's dressed in all black, with a very expensive looking leather jacket accentuating his figure. His partner is wearing a forest green bodycon dress, a leather jacket, black heels, and very sheer black tights.
As Darius enters the car, we exchange pleasantries. Hi, how are you, etc. They both settle in and I start our journey. According to the map, it's going to take an hour. I inform them of this, and Darius says to me "We'll make the most of it." I'm struck by two things right off the bat: how friendly these two are and how beautiful his girl is. She tells me her name is Sarah, and that her and Darius have been dating for 10 years. In her own words: "I'm addicted to this man!"
As we exit the city, I start to learn more about them. Sarah is a consultant and Darius is a professional photographer. I tell him about how I started Ubering to buy a camera, and he had some helpful advice about getting started. As he starts telling me more about his work, Sarah starts to get comfortable, taking off her shoes and putting them over the center console. Her pantyhose covered feet are now right below my arm. I love nylons, and I couldn't help but be a little excited at being so close to hers. I glance in the mirror and Darius is right beside her, unbuckled, with his arm around her waist and his hand on her thigh. As he talked, his big dark hand intermittently squeezed her thigh, his thumb tracing the seams of her stockings.
Darius must have noticed my glances - which were becoming much more elongated - because he quickly switched the subject to asking about my love life. I told him I was married.
"So where's your wife tonight?" asked Darius.
"Home I guess" - I said.
"You guess? You don't know?" pressed Darius. I told him that she often did things on her own, and that I didn't keep track of her like that.
"She often goes to the bar I picked you guys up from, she could be there for all I know."
"Oh?" Darius turned to Sarah and they shared a smirk with one another. "What?" I asked.
Sarah jumped in "We are there a loooot. It's possible that we know your wife. What's her name?"
"Melissa, Mel" I replied. I'll never forget the look on her face when I said her name. "Shut up, your wife's name is Mel? Does she have brown hair and wears an anklet?"
"Y-yeah? You guys know her well?" Darius' face turned to almost disbelief. "Yeah, we know her real real well" As Darius said this, I saw Sarah turn and mouth the words "he doesn't know" to Darius. Darius eyebrows raised and he looked down at Sarah's leg. My heart started racing, I had no idea how to respond next.
Just as this conversation came to what seemed like a halt, we hit some unexpected traffic. I checked my phone and apparently there was an accident up ahead, and we were several miles from any exit. The trip was going to take a lot longer than expected. I relayed this to my passengers and Darius, turning to Sarah, suavely said, "That's more than alright." Darius then whispered something in Sarah's ear, which prompted her to start moving her foot against my bicep. Seeing as we weren't moving, I turned my head completely just to see Sarah's face now buried in Darius' neck. Darius gave me a look of disapproval as if he was saying "eyes on the road cuck." I quickly shot my glance back forward, but my eyes were really locked in my rearview.
I couldn't believe this was happening in my backseat. As I anguished over what the exact nature of Mel's connection to this couple was, it was as if they had every intention of showing me and not telling me. It wasn't long before they were loudly making out, and his hand hiked further and further up her dress. Pretty soon, her dress was pulled so far up, I could see the crotch stitching in her tights. I was rock hard, and red as a tomato. Periodically Sarah would gently kick my arm as if to provoke me to take longer looks. But every time I turned my head, I was intimidated by Darius' sharp eye contact. It wasn't long before their passion for each other took over, and I became more of an after thought.
Darius took his left hand and pushed Sarah's head down towards his crotch. Her leather jacket was long removed, and he started to shred layers himself. Since he was wearing black pants, it was hard to make out his dick print exactly. But based on the way she was purring at his waist, it must have been impressive. As I heard the clanking of an belt coming undone, I got my answer. It was so enormous that it practically filled the entire mirror. It was as big or bigger than any pornstar on Blacked, and as thick as my bicep that Sarah was teasing. I shuddered to think that Mel had ever seen such a behemoth, no less had it in any orifice of hers.
So many emotions was running through me. Envy, lust, anxiety over other cars that were definitely seeing this in the slow moving traffic. I was missing my Expedition, the cramped Camry made it so that I could see, hear, and smell everything. I had no choice but to be a part of this. As she warmed him up, I saw him do his best to get on his feet. He took his NFL linebacker hands to her crotch, and with seemingly no effort ripped a perfect hole in her tights to expose her pussy. I would never dare to do such a thing to my wife's clothing, but it was second nature to this adonis of a man.
He took her ass and flipped her so that her back was to me, with her torso and head right between the driver and passenger seat. He positioned himself underneath her with his huge legs spread wide across the back seat, with her ass positioned on top of his thighs. He slowly picked her up and placed her on top of his horrifyingly large cock. As he fucked her, his pace gradually increased, and pretty soon she began to lean far enough back so that her torso was up front with me. I saw her eyes rolling back into her head, completely transfixed, not even noticing the my mouth-agape stares at their perfect bodies.
Sarah was orgasming a lot, based on her breathing and, at what point, the way she grabbed my shirt. Darius violently whipped Sarah back towards him and positioned them in doggy. With her ass arched up high and Darius bent at nearly a 30 degree angle, he plowed her at breakneck speeds. Periodically I would envision my sweet Mel's face in place of Sarah's, experiencing such strength, intensity and energy that I was simply incapable of providing. They switched positions a few times until Darius did the impossible. He lifted Sarah ABOVE the heads of both the driver and passenger seats, where her head rest against the trunk and her legs draped over me and the other seat. Then he placed his face between her legs and went to town, making her cum an obscene amount of times. It was as if Mel and him had done the exact position she showed me with her ex, and he was brashly reenacting it for me.
As Darius pulled Sarah back to missonary, we reached the end of the accident and the traffic went back to normal. I was so completely discombobulated by Darius and Sarah that I missed two exits which would have sped our trip up significantly. Darius whispered to Sarah, "Almost home," to which Sarah replied, "Let's end the demo shall we?" as Darius picked up the pace, it was clear he was getting ready to cum. In no time Darius was shooting ropes inside of Sarah, moaning like he had just ran a marathon. Sarah looked down at her filled pussy, back at me, and then decided to sit up so that all the cum would leak out on to my seats. Sarah then removed her tights, and placed them in her hand.
For the rest of the ride, we all stayed quiet and exasperated. I was so locked in that I didn't even notice that I completely blew my load in my pants. I reached down and felt the mess, to which Sarah noticed and laughed with Darius about. We finally reached Darius' huge house, and they began to collect their things and return to their kingdom. As they exited, Sarah handed me her ripped, cum soaked tights, and said simply "Tell Mel we said hi," Darius shot a wink towards me, pointed to the stain on my khaki pants, and said, "Stay safe out there." "You too" I replied.
I drove home completely disoriented. I don't even know long it took. But I knew when I got home, I was going to fuck my wife harder than I ever have before. With any luck, it will be half as hard as Darius fucks her, and with any luck, I'll get to buy that camera and film them doing it.
Mel & I
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