PT2.. I DIDN'T STOP

Were was I, oh yes. At the next set of lights I had time to look in the mirrot again. He was kissing my wifes neck , his arm round her shoulders paying with a boob, his other hand had lifted her dress and was between her legs. She threw her head back, I new he'd found her clit. The lights changed, this was a quiet bit of road so I glanced again. He'd removed her dress and his cock was out. He had more girth than me and although most of it was hidden in his pants what was on show was longer than mine I was greeted by the site of him directing my beautiful wifes head towards it and then she was sucking like a pro. I had to cocerntrate as I approached a round about but as soon as I had negotiated it I eagerly looked in the mirror. His cloths were off and my lovely woman was sat on him, cock between her milky thighs. He was standing to attention in his magnificent glory the tip way past her belly button. Her panties were flimsy and I watched as he ripped them off, his shaft was butted up to my wifes hairy bush. As he lifted her she looked at me, in the mirror she mouthed, ' I'm so sorry'. I watch as she took his cock all of it she must've been really wet to do that. She was riding this massive dick without a care in the world. A police car coming the other way so eyes on the road, after it passed I looked back to the mirror my wife was in the throws of a full body orgasm, squirting the lot. He allowed her to finish then passed me something, £50 to just ride round and her engagement and wedding ring, 'Those are of no use to her now'. The bugger must have thought I was a taxi driver!