Wife's slut friend asks for lift home

My wife works with a couple of other girls on reception at a doctors surgery. A couple of months ago she told me that one of the girls, Chloe has a thing for married men and has no problem with approaching and fucking these guys.

Chloe is an attractive girl, a little overweight with a cute smile. She is a couple of years younger than my wife and has blonde hair.

I barely speak to Chloe or any of the other girls at my wife's work as I don't go in there much, but when I did I always made sure I said hello. I wanted to make sure the lines of communication were open so that if she ever wanted to try something I would be open to it.

The girls would chat at reception and my wife would relay the tales back to me with contempt. She would tell me about how Chloe was visiting a garage after hours and fucking one of the mechanics there a couple of nights a week. Also she told me a story about when Chloe worked at a restaurant previously and how she had let the male staff run a train on her, she fucked five of them in the kitchen one time.

My sex life with my wife has stagnated over the years so I would think of the store my wife told me and jerk off to them in the shower in the morning. On the odd occasion we did have sex I would close my eyes and imagine it was Chloe I was holding down and fucking.

We moved into a new house recently and my wife decided to have a girls night and invited her friends from the doctors. I made myself scarce and went to a friend's house for the evening. We had planned on me coming home around 11 and I would clear up any mess they’d made before heading to bed. However when I got home the girls had already left and my wife was passed out on the sofa.

I thought the girls had all gone, however Chloe was in the garden having a smoke. I went outside and she jumped up and gave me a hug, I felt her tits push against me as she threw her arms around my neck.

I knew this was my opportunity to take things further. It was a risk though. If it went wrong she could tell my wife and my marriage was over.

I put my hand on her hips as she held the hug with me and I gave her a playful kiss on the cheek.

She giggled and gave me a flirty look as she pulled away. I started to get hard already.

“Is there any chance you could give me a lift home, I called for a taxi but there's nothing for ages” Chloe asked

“Sure, when do you want to go?” I replied, hoping she wanted to stay on for a drink or something. I could fuck her down her on the patio furniture and have the memory replay everytime we have a family bbq.

“I’m ready now if you are?” she replied. I was slightly disappointed but we gathered up her things and headed out front to the car.

Chloe lives with her parents still around a ten minute drive from us, there was little chance of her inviting me in so I knew if anything was going to happen it would be in the car. I tried to make flirty small talk with her, she giggled. Probably more out of sympathy than lust. I’ve been married for so long that I think I’ve forgotten how to attract a woman.

I pulled the car over just before her street. There was a large, unlit car park for a closed community hall. It was perfect.

"I just need to stop for a minute, I think I forgot my wallet," I lied, pulling the keys from the ignition.

"Oh, okay," she replied, not seeming to mind the delay.

I turned to face her. "You know, Chloe, you’re an incredibly attractive woman."

She blushed, running a hand through her blonde hair. "Thank you. You’re not bad yourself… for a married man." The last part was delivered with a suggestive, knowing smile.

That was all the confirmation I needed. The risk was still huge, but the reward felt imminent. I leaned across the center console and placed a hand on her knee, sliding it slowly up the soft skin of her thighs.

Her breath hitched slightly, but she didn't pull away. She leaned in closer, her scent—a mix of smoke and sweet perfume filling the small space of the car.

I gripped her thigh and pulled her towards me. She came willingly, her body twisting in the seat. Our lips met, and it was everything I had been imagining for months. She tasted of wine and candy, and I kissed her back with a hunger that had been years in the making. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer still, crushing her breasts against my chest.

We broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Her eyes were dark and glistening in the faint light from a distant streetlamp.

"I know what you want," she murmured, already fumbling with the button of my jeans.

She unzipped me, her hand immediately closing around my cock. The sudden, hot pressure was overwhelming, and I let out a low groan into her ear.

"You're very ready, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice husky and teasing. She worked me expertly, her thumb tracing the head as her fingers gripped the shaft.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my hands finding the hem of her short dress and pushing it up, exposing the pale skin of her thighs. She wasn't wearing tights, and the brief flash of lace from her panties was enough to make me lose all remaining restraint.

"In the backseat," I managed, my voice strained.

She nodded, already pushing the door open slightly. I scrambled out, my heart hammering against my ribs, convinced any second a car would drive by and illuminate the scene. We climbed into the back, the space cramped but thrillingly private.

I pulled her onto my lap, the cool leather of the car seat pressing against my bare skin. I hooked my fingers under her panties and stripped them down her legs, tossing the small scrap of fabric onto the floor.

She gasped as I found her pussy, already slick and hot. I traced the delicate skin with my fingers, and she bit her lip, leaning back her head against the window.

"Hurry," she breathed, her hips already beginning to move against my hand.

I didn't need any more encouragement. I pulled my pants down far enough and lifted her, positioning myself before driving into her. The sensation was electric, a tight, wet grip that made me see stars. She cried out softly, a sound muffled by the close confines of the car, and I covered her mouth with mine to silence her.

We rocked together violently, urgently, the shocks of the car squeaking in protest. Her fingernails dug into the muscles of my back, and the sounds of our heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin filled the dark car. Every thrust was a release of months of yearning, every movement a confirmation of the stories my wife had told me.

She came first, a sudden, shaking series of contractions around me, her hips bucking sharply. I groaned, feeling the intensity triple, and I held her tighter, pushing into her two more times before joining her, flooding her with relief and adrenaline.

We collapsed against each other, breathing the humid air of the backseat.

After a few minutes, Chloe pulled away, a triumphant, sultry smile on her face. She smoothed down her dress and reached for her panties.

"Now," she said, leaning in to give me a quick kiss. "Take me home."