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Liar

... won, so she gets to ride in front with you.”

While I was pondering what the hell was going on and whether I should give a shit or not, Beth climbed into the front seat. My wife closed the door behind her with authority and jumped, giggling into the back seat with her friends. Frantic whispering ensued in the back while Beth’s eyes never left me. Feeling a tad clueless but leaning toward not giving a shit, I put the truck in gear and headed out of the parking lot.

We were only a few miles down the road when things got quiet in the back. I knew they were toasted, but I didn’t believe for a second that they had all passed out. There had to be a reason they were being so quiet. The wonders of modern automotive engineering came to the rescue. One option that I never thought I would get around to using was the backseat camera. After a bit of menu searching, the LCD display in the dashboard lit up with the camera view of the back seat.

Beth’s hand flew to her mouth, and she stifled a shocked laugh. I looked, went into shock, looked again, and pulled over to the side of the road. I put the truck in Park, stared at the steering wheel, looked at the screen, then looked at Beth. One hand was still stifling her laugh while the other ended up on my leg, very close to where it shouldn’t be, and squeezing gently.

I turned around and looked into the back seat. Yep, my eyes hadn’t deceived me. My wife was swapping spit with her two friends. Susan was in the middle. At that ...

... moment, Trish was kissing the hell out of her, but within a few seconds, their lips parted, and my wife gave me a horny smile as she turned toward Nancy. She was definitely the aggressor when their lips met.

I was dumbfounded. Excited for sure but dumbfounded. I looked at Beth, and her hand inched closer to where it definitely shouldn’t be. Her other hand dropped from her mouth, revealing her absolutely mischievous grin. “It was the bet. I won, so I got to sit up front with you. She lost, so she has to make out with our two friends, which should be kinda gross, but turns out, it’s not. At least from my perspective. What do you think, Dan?”

I realized my mouth was gaping open, and I was sitting on the side of the road. I put the truck in gear, re-entered the highway, and pretended my cock wasn’t trying to tear a hole in my jeans. “Uh, well, yes.”

Beth laughed. “What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“You like watching your wife kiss a girl, don’t you?”

I gave her the “Are you stupid?” look. “Duh! Although I must point out, there are two girls, not a girl.”

I barely noticed her hand rubbing my leg or the fact that as each mile passed, her hand got closer to where it definitely shouldn’t be. I was going to have to put a stop to whatever game they were playing before too long. I figured another quarter of an inch would put Beth’s fingertips on my jean-clad cock. At that point, I would either jump right through the roof of my truck or cum in my pants. It was a bit of ...