Gave a friend a lift.

This real story happened a year ago. It turned our family life, which had become dull and mundane, upside down and refreshed it. There was a lot after that... But, everything in order.

It all started somewhat unexpectedly. I was sitting at home, minding my own business, watching the Champions League, waiting for my wife to come home. She had a class reunion. And it was starting to drag on. I was just about to get a couple of cold beers from the fridge when the phone rang.

 — Honey, — I hear my wife's drunken voice on the phone. — The shuttle bus broke down, so everyone's getting home however they can. You'll pick me up, right?!

 — Darling, why don't

you call a taxi?

 — You know, I don't think I have enough money. I could, of course, share a ride, but only the guys are going our way...

I imagined my drunk wife in a car with men I didn't know. And my feelings were divided. I was instantly aroused, but at the same time, a wave of jealousy hit me with even greater force. I wasn't particularly jealous of my wife with anyone. But when it came to old friends, schoolmates, and the like, I was suspicious. What if memories come flooding back, and they want to relive their youth. And despite being married for seven years, I was still worried.

 — Okay Lena, I'll come get you!

 — Thanks honey, I'll be waiting. Call me when you're close, and I'll come out.

I started getting dressed, and all sorts of thoughts were running through my head. What was she doing there and with whom. Sometimes, in bed, we'd talk about how we should spice up our sex life somehow. But all the conversations boiled down to the need to buy a vibrator. Which is still sitting on some sex shop shelf waiting for us.

As I was going down to the car, my phone rang in my pocket. Well, I thought, my beloved has probably already taken off with someone, got me worried for nothing. But I was wrong, it was my buddy Kirill calling. He borrowed a decent sum of money from me six months ago and still couldn't pay it back. I prepared myself to hear another excuse, but I was wrong this time too. Kiryukha was ready to pay me back the money he owed tomorrow. Turns out, he got his salary after his probation period at his new job.

 — We're celebrating with the guys right now, — he shouted to me from the phone. — And tomorrow, come over, I'll give you everything.

 — Aren't you working the night shift today? — Kirill worked as a security guard at one of St. Petersburg's nightclubs.

 — Nope! I'm off today!

 — You know Kirya, I'm afraid you'll drink away my money too?

 — I'll try not to, but... As they say: When the drinking's this good — cut the last cucumber.

 — Let's do this, I'm going to pick up my wife now, and by my calculations, it's near your club. We'll meet there and you can give me everything.

 — Okay! Just don't be late!

My Lenochka, it seems, relaxed because she didn't have to think about how to get home. She must have had one too many and was peacefully dozing on a sofa in the hall, where the waiters were already clearing the tables. About five graduates remained, apparently waiting, some for a taxi, others for the first bus.

 — Hello, Roma, where are you — Seems like Kirill had already been drinking too. — The guys have already left, and I'm here waiting for you.

 — Five minutes Kirill, five minutes!

I jumped behind the wheel and went to meet my friend. Literally a few minutes later I was braking in front of a dark figure. If I didn't know Kirill, I'd avoid him from a block away. As befits a security guard, he was athletically built, with a short haircut. By the age of 20, he had tried so many drugs for muscle building that the periodic table wouldn't be enough. Of course, it must be said that this gave good results, but my friends and I teased him, or rather, about his manhood. But he assured us that in terms of sex, he could outdo us all. But no one ever checked.

After getting the money Kirill owed me, I was about to say goodbye, but he insisted I give him a ride to his friends.

 — You see, they'll drink everything now, and we chipped in together. — Kirill whined to me. — It's not far from here.

 — Alright, get in. — Then I remembered the wet seat, and the upcoming laundry in the morning — Just in the back, and be careful not to wake my wife.

I opened the back door and a picture worthy of a painting appeared before us. Lena was lying on her side, stretched out across the entire seat, her skirt was hitched up, her tanned ass was slightly tilted to the side. I was about to adjust it, but Kirill said he'd fit anyway, like, don't disturb the person's sleep. At the same time, his eyes lit up and I could have sworn I heard his heart start pounding.

 — Go ahead, just be careful. And don't stare too much. — a familiar wave of arousal washed over me. I turned on the ignition and sped through the night city.

 — Yeah, your car is small, not much space, I'll move a little. — With these words, he started sniffling in the back. As much as the panoramic mirror allowed, I saw that Kiryukha slipped his hand under Lenka's ass, the other under her back, and slightly adjusted her motionless body. It turned out she was half-sitting, half-lying on the seat. At the next intersection, some street racer cut me off, forcing me to brake sharply. Lenka, plopping against the front seat, fell onto Kirill's lap. But, still not waking up, she just mumbled something about champagne and a toast.

At the traffic light, I turned around to see how things were, and noticed that Kirill's cock had grown and was clearly outlined under his light pants as a bulge. I didn't show any sign, only noticed in the mirror how Kirill slid a little forward off the seat, so that Lenka's head ended up near his crotch, her cheek lying right on his fly and the bulge protruding beneath it. Driving became difficult, my cock was rock hard, and my foot was having trouble pressing the brake pedal. I slowed down and a plan was born in my head.

 — Kiryukha, I need to buy some food to take home, I think your friends can wait a little? — and already anticipating the answer, I was turning towards the 24-hour store on Stachek.

 — Yeah, no problem — Kirill said in a strained voice, cleared his throat, and added more cheerfully. — Food is sacred. Should I come with you?

 — Well, if you can, stay in the car so I don't have to set the alarm, in case Lenka wakes up and gets scared!

 — Okay, but will you be quick? — mysterious notes appeared in my friend's voice.

 — Yeah, your buddies aren't going anywhere without you, — although I understood he wasn't thinking about his friends at that moment. — Don't you know, in these supermarkets at night they put out expired products so people, sleepy or drunk, take them without seeing. So you have to choose carefully so you don't get the runs later. So you can take a twenty-minute nap.

I parked the car in a dimly lit spot near some thick bushes. Got out and headed towards the store. But, reaching the entrance, I suddenly dashed in the opposite direction. Going around the parked cars and bushes, I approached the car. The main thing was that no one noticed me, or they'd think I was a car thief.

Parting the branches, I made my way into the bushes and pressed against a tree. Some bucket ended up under my feet, which was very handy. Standing on it, I peeked into the interior of my car. Good thing I refused to tint the windows back in the day, the picture that opened before me was something else. Kirill wasn't wasting time. His cock was already sticking out of his pants, and he was trying to push it into my wife's mouth. She was moaning something, but was still heavily intoxicated and didn't understand where she was. After a few minutes, Kiryukha's cock penetrated Lenka's mouth and she started sucking, at first uncertainly, then, getting into it, she was swallowing it all the way to the base. I must say, we teased Kiryukha for nothing, his endowment left no doubt. And at that moment, it was ramming my wife's mouth. With one hand, Kirill set the pace for her head, and with the other, moving her panties aside, he plunged into Lenka's pussy. After a few minutes, he laid her on her back and tried to shove his cock into her. But it was awkward, so he tried to sit her on him. I saw how Lenka slid her wet pussy along Kirill's stomach, and his cock entered her like a knife through butter. Lenka cried out as the cock hit her womb. But Kirill was unstoppable now. He held her with one hand, lifting her and impaling her on his cock again.

Her arms dangled freely, and her body leaned back against the backs of the front seats. Kirill started working his hips, freeing his hands to feel my wife's tanned breasts. He tried to rise up on his feet, supporting her drunken body under her back, so that Lena, arching, touched the car ceiling with her erect nipples. Her head dangled freely, only meaningless moans escaping her lips. I started to worry that this giant might break my wife's spine. Kirill started to speed up, a couple more thrusts and he came inside her. Lenka fell onto the seat, and Kiryukha restored her previous appearance. Tucking himself in, he pretended to be asleep. I somehow hobbled to the store, regretting that I didn't "jerk off" in the bushes. Buying some groceries and returning to the car, I silently started the engine and drove off. We didn't utter a word the whole way. I didn't know what I could say, and Kirill apparently felt guilty, I mean — fucking his friend's drunk, unaware wife. I dropped Kirill off quickly, said goodbye, and headed home. Taking my wife out of the back seat, I realized I'd have to clean the upholstery throughout the whole car.

In the morning, Lenochka of course didn't remember anything, but strangely, she didn't ask any questions. I decided to ask her about it next time, about how the class reunion went?

Author's e-mail: kоlym79@mаil/ru