Titty Titty Bang Bang
She Scratched the Car, So He Took Her Tits and Ass in Return
My husband Tony loves two things in life —his shiny red sports car and me—his wife Christine. He polishes that damn machine every weekend, stroking the hood while muttering sweet nothings to it. Sometimes I catch him staring at that damn car the same hungry way he stares at my ass when I’m bent over. I never know which one he loves more, the car or my tight holes. But today I fucked up and found out exactly where his priorities lie.
It happened on the way home, my mind still buzzing from a stressful grocery run. I pulled into our driveway too fast and—fuck—the sound of metal against metal. The side of my car scraping against his precious red sports car. My heart dropped. A long ugly scratch too obvious to ignore.
“Shit,” I whispered, staring at the damage. My husband Tony loved that expensive car more than anything. He adored it, washed it every weekend. He was still at work, but I knew he’d lose his shit when he saw it. My brain panicked until my pussy tingled with a brilliantly dirty idea. I had one way to distract him and say sorry all in one.
I rushed inside, dumped the groceries before heading upstairs. Once there, I stripped fast, and dug out the sluttiest lingerie I owned—tiny black lace that barely covered my tits and left my ass cheeks hanging out. I touched up my makeup, fluffed my hair, and waited in the bedroom, heart pounding. My cunt was already getting wet thinking about what I’d offer him.
The front door slammed hard an hour later.
“What the fuck happened to my car?!”
This was my husband shouting up from the hallway. I then got ready. Standing at the foot of the bed, legs spread, hands on hips as his footsteps stormed into the bedroom. Tony froze when he saw me. Eyes wide, but jaw still tight with anger. His work shirt stretched over his broad chest, cock misbehaving in his pants as he glared.
“You scratched it bad. Real bad. I just got that paint perfect.”
“I’m so sorry, baby,” I said, voice low and sweet, gyrating my hips and even licking my lips. “I feel like shit. Let me make it up to you. Use me however you want.”
“You’re in trouble, wife,” Tony panted, a lustful look replacing anger across his face as he stepped to me.
I dropped to my knees right there, and unzipped him quickly. Pulling out his thick cock, already hard with veins popping. I sucked him deep into my mouth, gagging a little as I took what I could inch by inch, spit running down my chin. An intensely slutty display. My plan working and my hubby really getting off on our angry make up sex.
“Fuck... you think sucking my dick fixes my car?” he growled, starting to fuck my face, hips pumping rough. I moaned around his meat, looking up with sorry eyes.
After a minute he yanked me by my hair, his thick, spit-slick cock slapping wetly against my cheek. Tony’s eyes were dark with lust and leftover anger as he stared down at my heaving chest.
“These fucking tits,” he growled, grabbing my tiny bra and yanking it down hard. My heavy tits spilled out, nipples already stiff and begging. “You think sucking my dick is enough? Wrap those big slutty tits around my cock, Christine. Show me how sorry you really are.”