In my mind, I enjoyed it, but my mouth didn’t, as it was painful, and I felt like I lost my voice. My husband was staring at me, and when I asked him what happened, he said I was good and he was proud of me. I blushed, and my bull grabbed my head from behind and shoved it in my husband’s face. We were lips-to-lips now, and I knew my husband was now tasting my blood from my mouth. We kissed passionately for a few minutes. He started pushing his tongue into my mouth and licking it. He loved the cum.
I then spat in his mouth, and he just gulped it down. I was terrified about this behavior, thinking he was gay or liked men, and that’s why he made me cuck him. I thought too much about this and asked him when we were having interval. My boyfriend went to the washroom, and I didn’t need to go, so me and my husband stayed outside the washroom waiting for him. I asked him about everything about him that I overthought, and he cleared it all up. He wants me to get fucked, and he likes to get me manhandled. I asked him if I did something wrong or if I made a mistake, and that’s why he’s taking revenge by making me get manhandled; he said no, and it was his fetish, that’s all.
My bull was back, and he asked my husband how the cum was. He laughed and said he liked it. We went in again, and this time it was very bad for me.When we sat down, my bull grabbed my hand and put it on his dick. And then he pulled his pants down and placed them on them. He was wearing a condom. He said, “Get in my lap.” I said no. We were in the middle of the theater, and everybody behind us could see what we were doing. The seats were getting steeper with every step, and the people who were up could easily spot me if I even stood up or got out of the theater.
There was no chance. of that happening, so I said no to him. He said it will be rough if I decline this, and I said please, which pleased him and made him agree that we can have sex if we go to the parking lot. He agreed and then told my husband to watch the film and then come to the parking lot after that, and we were in our car, he said.
He took the keys from my husband, as he was the driver, and took me to the car parking lot. We looked at each other as we saw our car, and then he looked at the ceiling for the cameras. There were cameras on every corner, so he said that we needed to have sex in that car. I told him that’s been the plan from the start. He said no, he planned to fuck me out in the parking lot, but because there were cameras, we had to have sex in the car.
I was shocked at his plan, but eventually we did have to have sex only in the car. We entered the car, and he made the two front seats bend over and make it like a bed. and then I pulled my skirt up. It was a mini skirt with no pants and a tight blouse, which was making my boobs bounce, and the nipples were clearly visible because of my dark areolas.
He actually broke the buttons on my blouse by pulling them, and he didn’t even say sorry. He started to open the window, and I said why. He didn’t listen, and then he threw my blouse out of the car. There was no car on that side of our car, so it went to the other parking spot. The parking lot was very empty, so I was very calm, but the cameras were still stressful.