Should I let him touch me, tease me, torment me, here against this wall in a deserted parking lot in the middle of the evening? Or should I make him s...top and go home to my husband?I really did not have much of a chance to make a decision. The bastard stopped my protests by putting just enough pressure on my clit to please me. My eyes rolled upwards, towards the dark grey sky, and he pulled again in a deep kiss. He slipped his fingers out of my pussy lips and pulled down the straps of my tank. He told me to take closer look, to touch it. I leaned forward to look and he stopped me. No not like that. Get down on your knees. I complied.Looking up at a cock and the man behind it is an odd experience. I poked the tip of it and ran my finger down the head. He was circumcised, though I didnt know it at the time. I had never seen porn at that point. This was the first penis I had seen upclose. He groaned at my touch. I started to run my hands along it. It continued to grow and throb. I. My wife was soon moaning with pleasure as this stranger fucked her from behind in a public bathroom. He was telling her again how much of a dirty slut she was. I couldn’t help but continue to watch as he moved his hands up under her shirt, pulling it up to expose her tits. He started mauling her tits roughly as he fucked her. Soon he grabbed a handful of her hair and started pulling hard as he began to ram into her pussy harder and harder. Soon he was moaning and telling my wife how he was. Finally exhausted, I slept. I dreamed then of Angie by my side and we did all the good things that made our life happy together. The camping at the lake and the picnics she planned. Times when she became uninhibited as out in a boat on the lake by taking all of her clothes off and daring me to do the same. Times with her parents at Christmas--only three of these, but they were the happiest of times.I lingered in bed and didn't want to get up, knowing when I did my Angie might never return to me.