He began to move with rhythm as the light began to fill up his space. I eased fully to my knees before the beloved bonehead square and swiftly sucked ...is cock. Every fresh thrust just made me want the next and I enjoyed the feel of it all the more as he shoved that stiffness down my throat time and time again. Yeah, it would have been nice to share a booth together; so I could feel his big hands on me. Feel those thick fingers hold my head steady. Feel the muscles in his torso work under my. Those were the rules. If he didn’t punish me then I wouldn’t learn from my mistakes. I knew that, but shivered slightly nonetheless. I was worried about what was in store for me. He opened the back door to the SUV. “Get in,” he said in a low growl. He followed me in and ordered me to take off my jeans and panties and get on all fours. I bit my lip and did what I was told. At first he started rubbing my ass, making it warm. Then, SMACK! He waited in between at different intervals so I didn’t now. He was usually a very patient, yet persistent lover. This time was different. It was more like a hate fuck.His hands grasped my hips over the skirt as he yelled and began to shoot. He continued pounding me until every last pulsation was done and his erection started to fade. He went right past the super-sensitive post-ejaculation phase and kept trying to fuck me with his slowly softening cock. I fell to the bed as soon as he pulled out and my hole felt raw. He told me that he wasn't done with. I asked him ‘is there anything I can do to make you not resent being around me?’He looked out the car window disinterested and mumbled “My son only married you for that tight body, and it’s not like you plan on sharing that with me”.I felt a torrent of emotion rise up in me. A chance to win him over. A way to bring joy to a lonely suffering man who my husband cares about. And pure disgust at what I was about to say.“Yes, I would” I said, as my hands gripped the steering wheel even harder. He.