Greta's journey

The day, and night, went on without Greta messing it up again. Time and alcohol helped her wash away the paranoia about not being good enough to hold on to her marriage; Mike and her had a great time, tasting delicious food and dancing with friends. She was borderline drunk when they were walking back into the parking lot, only their car now waiting in the dark, after every other guest had gone. Again through the high gravel struggling for balance in her heels, Greta was holding herself on Mike’s arm, happy, tired, and finally aroused again by the termination. The power of watching someone die in front of her had always had an effect on her libido, something that was gone with all the bad thinking she had done during the morning. But right now she could feel herself being alive, and she wanted desperately to be fucked.

She moved one of her hands down from Mike’s arm to his cock. He was definitely not expecting it, as she could feel him being soft.
“I really really need you to choke me with your cock” Greta whispered in her husband's ears.
“You are a little slut, aren’t you?” Mike replied
“Mh-mh”, Greta nodded, rubbing her hand on his husband's hardening cock.

“How much did you like watching Linda get her head cut off?”
“A lot”, Greta lied. At that moment she felt terrible. But right now, thinking back to what she had witnessed, she felt all the power and excitement of her being in the crowd while Linda was being terminated. All the power of not being the one that was becoming just a bunch of trashy meat.

Mike opened the back door of their car and pushed the back seats down, allowing for more space; then gently but firmly pushed Greta on the flat surface on her back, spreading her legs, before lifting her dress and moving down to lick her pussy.

Greta felt his tongue making her way around her shaved lips, brushing on her hole before moving up; he knew where to go.
He found her clit and started gently licking it upwards and downwards, making her moan. Greta reached out on the back of Mike’s head, gently pushing him in as a way of asking for more. He kept licking for a few more seconds before clinching in on her clit with both lips as he started sucking, harder and harder.
Greta knew she was about to climax, and pushed Mike’s head more and more. It was so easy for him to make her reach pleasure like that. She knew he would soon start to gently move his head while sucking to make her reach pleasure.

And then Greta came. The images of her watching Linda being beheaded, her husband commenting on Linda’s tits, his hard cock while that woman lost her life in front of her eyes… Even the casual washing away of Linda’s blood, while she just chatted with the man who moments before swung the sword at her neck, terminating her forever, spinned in her head and made her shake with pleasure and moan louder than she had anticipated.

Mike kept using his tongue to give her some more pleasure while she breathed heavily, recovering from the orgasm… she wanted to give the pleasure back as soon as possible, and pulled him up with her hands so that he would lay down beside her. When Mike was in position, she rolled over on top and went down to his trousers, almost exploding because of his erection. She unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, already sticky and wet from the arousal and slowly started to play with her tongue around the tip, almost cleaning all the precum from it before taking it in, sucking and gently stroking with her hands.
He moaned and titled his head backwards, caressing Greta’s hair while she slowly increased the rhythm, using the other hand to caress his balls.

It was nothing more than a quickie, but Greta knew how much her husband was aroused by terminations and how much he had a fetish for Linda: the idea of watching her surrender her life was a huge turn on. Greta was getting ready to swallow a huge cumshot, after an entire day of Mike getting hyped up: and he was about to shoot that load straight into her throat.

“I’m cumming baby, keep going…” Mike moaned, as Greta increased her speed and strength, making a mental note of keeping her mouth as shut as possible during the cumshot so that she wouldn’t make a mess of the car.
And then, Mike came in her mouth: but instead of a huge load, what Greta got were just a few drops, almost like he had already come just before that blowjob.

“You are so good at doing blowjobs, love” Mike said, trying to slow down his breathing

“Thank you,” Greta replied, smiling but questioning why he had come so little.

They got themselves together before climbing in the front seats, getting ready to depart. Sure, Mike had already cum that day when in the morning he wanted to do anal under the shower, with the warm water and soap as the perfect combination “not to be wasted” as he said. However, more than 12 hours had gone by and for sure he should have produced more cum, unless…

Greta felt her stomach turn upside down. Unless he had come just before that blowjob, and not with her. As at any party, they were not together 100% of the time; at times, he joined his friends and Adam for a cigar, or walked away to speak to some friends while she chatted with others. What if he had sex with some other lady at the termination? Greta and Mike's relationship was started right after a termination; maybe he had found someone else on this very day, and had already started a sexual relationship with this new woman. There were so many young, beautiful ladies trying to catch a man before the mandatory termination at 30 years old if not married. She had everything to lose.

Lose her life.

She panicked as Mike pulled the car out of the parking and, while searching for some music on the car touch screen, drove into the night, leaving the location of Linda’s termination. A fate Greta felt coming closer and closer.