Coworker couple watched me with the wife in the backseat [bull’s perspective]

i thought they were just giving me a ride home after work. we had all stayed late, and they were packing up their stuff together. she offered from the passenger seat and i just said yeah sure why not. but when we got in the car, i noticed they didn’t take the usual turn toward my street. i laughed a little and asked if they were lost, but she just looked back at me with this slow smile.

we ended up pulling into this quiet spot near the edge of town, barely lit by the streetlights. the husband didn’t even get out, just kept his hands on the wheel while she slipped out of the front seat and climbed into the back with me. she smelled like perfume and a hint of wine from earlier, and her thigh brushed against mine in a way that made me freeze.

she leaned closer, her voice low, asking if she could kiss me. before i could even answer, her lips were on mine, soft at first, then pressing harder. i felt the heat rush to my cheeks, my hand sliding to her waist without even thinking. i could feel the husband’s eyes on us through the rearview mirror, adjusting it just enough so he could watch everything.

her hands were confident, like she had done this before, sliding under my top and finding my skin. i couldn’t help the little gasp i made when her fingers brushed over my nipple. i glanced forward for a second and saw him watching us, his jaw tight, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting in his lap like he was barely keeping himself together.

she whispered things i can’t even repeat without blushing, her fingers traveling lower until i was squirming in my seat. i don’t even remember when my legs spread for her, but i remember the way her fingers curled inside me and how her thumb rubbed circles that made my breath stutter. i kept looking up to see him watching, his breathing heavier, his eyes glued to every move she made.

when i finally came, i buried my face in her neck, trying to muffle the sounds coming out of me. she just smiled like she was proud of herself, pulling her hand away slowly and licking her fingers. the drive after that was so quiet, but i could feel the tension in the air. when they finally dropped me off, i realized i didn’t even thank them for the ride.