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Wife Destroyed My Race Car free porn video
If it wasn't for the cute 19 year old that moved in next door I would have never known. For the last 2 years I was working on my 1986 Ford Mustang 5.0 HO. I spent a lot of time and even more money tearing down the 302 engine block replacing just about everything that could be replaced. I rebuilt it three times each time a major problem developed as I was breaking it in taking it easy for the first 500 miles. The first time the heads did not seat properly on the block. The second time the valves began knocking and a cylinder lost compression.
I figured on the third rebuilt it would be a charm but it was not the crankshaft did not set properly and developed a wobble that cracked the engine block.
I was ready to turn in my mechanic hat and tools the day she walked into my garage. Her name was Alisha she was a beautiful 19 year old girl that moved in with her Dad and step mother next door. I tried my hardest not to even look at her afraid my wife would catch me. My wife was just as beautiful in her younger days but lately her attitude knocked her down from a 10 to a 7. My wife did not like anything that I did for myself. Her idea of a hobby was going shopping with her so I could hold her items and wait by the changing room as she tried on different outfits. Also drive her to the shopping centers and carry large bags and shoe boxes. Also go to the bar and get long island ice tea mixed drinks while she worked the slot machines at the casino. My race car was the only thing I spent a few hours on a couple nights during the week and maybe all day on the weekend. From the start she did not like the idea of my car project. She even said I was cheating on her because I spent so much time working on it. She could not understand how I could spend so much time working on it. I was not a trained mechanic but I had built my first engine at 12 years old from spare parts. Her father and brothers built race cars but not hands on. They would drop it off at a speed shop and pay someone else to do it. A couple weeks later they would pick up a perfectly built race car and tell everyone they built it. I could have done the same thing and it would have made my wife happy but I would not have been happy. I like to feel things and have a hands on understanding about every aspect of the engine and drive train. I started to feel like a real idiot each time I completed the engine build and it failed. The mechanical problems were serious and could old be the result of an error made by the mechanic myself. My wife had this look on her face that made me feel like shit. It was as if she knew something was going to fail on the engine. I would come home from work full of excitement ready to take my car out on the road. I would drive it for a few miles take it easy for the first 500 miles so the parts could break in properly. It usually was not until the fourth or fifth drive that the tell tale sign of a problem with the engine would develop. It would be all of a sudden as soon as I started it up an extra noise or vibration was in play. On the third time I remember my wife offering to go out and start it for me just in case. As if she went out to start it and a problem existed it would not hurt as bad. I could hide on the upper deck of our house with headphones on and wait for her to report back after she started my car making sure everything sounded good and was running smooth. I started picturing the whole thing in my head she made me feel like I was doomed to fail. I was just about to reach for my keys when she caught me by surprise and handed me my car keys. I was floored a bit because she never handed me the keys to my race car. I brushed it off and thought that she might have been serious about starting it up while I buried my head in the pillow waiting for the bad news. I sat down in the drivers seat with hope and a prayer that everything would be A ok. I had already took it on 3 test drives and everything was good to go I should have no worries. I turned the key and the 302 fired up immedietely and the whole car began shaking like something serious with a fantastic clunking chugging sound of metal parts shaking inside a tin can. I was horrified I immedietly turned it off and threw the keys across the front yard. I went straight to the kitchen and poured a strong seven n seven VO and 7up slammed it down poured another and another. All I remember before passing out is my wife saying sorry about your race car. Well once a mechanic now a drunk. The next morning a Saturday I woke up lake and realized my wife was out with her girlfriends at some spa retreat until Sunday evening.
I went out to the garage trying to find the key to my car but it was no where to be found. That is when Alisha walked up with my car key handing it to me. "You tossed your key across the yard last night" "I saved it for you because I love your car and I knew you would be looking for it today" she continued talking about how much she loved the car and everything about it. I thanked her for the key and tried to cut the conversation short but before I could say anything she said "I would love to help you with your car I could sit in it and start it for your and I am good at revving engines much better than your wife revs it because the way she revved it up she must not like the car to much seems like she hurt the car the way she operates the throttle kind of like she was taking her anger out on it." I stood there looking at this beautiful young lady and my mind went blank for a moment. I understood exactly what she said but I had to take a few moments for my mind to comprehend exactly what she said as I tried to cover up a state of shock. Instead of getting upset and crazy I took my anger and focused it on this beautiful young lady that had just put the final pieces together of my race car mechanical issues puzzle responded with a Yes I could use your help and that my wife never could get feathering the accelerator right. I told her to jump in the drivers seat she could help me turn over the car while I did a few test. If she didn't mind I would need her to help me with my wife's Jaguar XJ portfolio 5.0 her blue eye lite up bright i could tell she was excited about that. The Jaguar needs a good stress test if you can handle driving it hard and putting it through its paces. I'll even let you take it for a drive by yourself if you don't mind. My wife would be greatful to you as she hardly ever drives it and the accelerator needs to be pushed all the way down to the floor in order to blow out the carbon build up. Do you think you can handle that. I started to get a silent hard on as I was looking at Alisa sitting in my race car. She had a wicked grin on her face and said "I am the perfect driver for it I love to open up the throttle and feel what a car's engine has got, I love feeling the acceleration of a powerful engine and I love pushing my foot down on the pedal all the way down." "I am the perfect girl for you" I could not hide my hard cock as it was pushing through my pants. She glanced at it for a moment and I could tell she was trying not to be obvious but she blushed. I grabbed my compression tool and told her to turn over the engine. Everything tested out good. The crankshaft was damaged and the bearing was spun or destroyed when my wife decided to ruin it by revving it really hard while I was at work. She probably thought nobody was around and I would never know what she did. I was really upset this was the third time I rebuilt it and she wrecked it. I should have figured something out but I honestly never knew. I connected the ignition and told Alisa to start the engine and lightly feather the accelerator. She did exactly what I asked her to do perfectly after a few seconds I told her to turn it off. She asked me if I would like her to show me how my wife revved it and I told her not right now. She said "ok I didn't really want to I don't wanna hurt it more" "Machines don't hurt but it would have been nice if you could have raced it one time before she hurt it so bad"
She stepped out of the car and came right up to me and touched the crotch of my pants and felt the hard erection that stood stiff inside my pants. "I can help you out with this also" she said, I could not stop her. She sat down on the edge of the open car door opened my pants and began stroking my cock in her hand. After a few moments it went right into her mouth and she gave me the best blow job I had ever had in my life hands down the truth. It took me a while to cum because I was a little nervous. I had never cheated on my wife before but this was not cheating this was something else. I was a little nervous that someone might see us in the garage with the door wide open but I thought about my wife trying to ruin my race car by revving it really hard while it was still in the delicate break in period and not caring if anyone drove by or walked by not caring at all so I didn't care at all. I grabbed Alisa pulled her shorts and panties off and bent her over the mustang's engine and took her from behind. She asked if she could sit on my cock and ride it. So I laid down on my mac tools creepy crawler and she sat down right on my cock and rode it like she was driving a supercharged 5.4L Coyote running on methanol and floored it from a rolling start lifting the front off the ground doing a wheel stand down the 1/4 mile drag strip. I couldn't believe the control she had when she grabbed my balls in her hand and held it firmly as she began to cum really hard so hard her honeypot was throbbing like a v8 engine camming as it idles. As soon as she was done I told her to get off I was about to shoot my load. She slid off and grabbed my cock and pumped every bit of cum out. Just when I thought I was done cumming she rubbed her finger down the shaft of my cock and I released yet another small load it shot right up on her cheek. I sat there for a moment just thinking for a time how awesome of a lay I just had with my 19 year old neighbor. I then went into high gear and quickly got dressed and she did the same. I asked her if she was ready to give the Jaguar a little work out. She responded "ALWAYS" "Always ready to put a powerful car to the test"
We walked over to the detached garage that housed my wife's pride and joy her Jag Portfolio sport package. I noticed Alisa didn't put her shoes back on but she had perfect feet with light pink painted toe nails and perfect feet maybe size 6.5 or 7 but sexy arches and cute toes I had a foot fetish but after I got married my wife told me if I looked at another woman feet I would be cheating so don't do it. Don't even look at magazine or internet pictures of women feet she notified me that would be cheating. So looking at Alisa get into the drivers seat of the portfolio with her barefeet almost made me cum myself but I was spent if I wasn't i would have surely cummed myself. I told her to start the engine and show me exactly how my wife was revving my beloved prized 302 V8 engine that I had been working on for 2 years. Alisa started it and began working the accelerator with her foot like she was foot fucking it or something but then the Portfolio advanced engine management system went into deny rev mode and it would not let her rev it any more. She pushed on the gas pedal but the engine just sat at idle. I got so mad that I kicked the jaguar emblem right off the hood. Alisa looked at me and said "Can we fuck again ?" " That was fucking hot you kicking that Jag Emblem right off was fucking amazing hot I wanna fuck you right now!"
To be continued.
I figured on the third rebuilt it would be a charm but it was not the crankshaft did not set properly and developed a wobble that cracked the engine block.
I was ready to turn in my mechanic hat and tools the day she walked into my garage. Her name was Alisha she was a beautiful 19 year old girl that moved in with her Dad and step mother next door. I tried my hardest not to even look at her afraid my wife would catch me. My wife was just as beautiful in her younger days but lately her attitude knocked her down from a 10 to a 7. My wife did not like anything that I did for myself. Her idea of a hobby was going shopping with her so I could hold her items and wait by the changing room as she tried on different outfits. Also drive her to the shopping centers and carry large bags and shoe boxes. Also go to the bar and get long island ice tea mixed drinks while she worked the slot machines at the casino. My race car was the only thing I spent a few hours on a couple nights during the week and maybe all day on the weekend. From the start she did not like the idea of my car project. She even said I was cheating on her because I spent so much time working on it. She could not understand how I could spend so much time working on it. I was not a trained mechanic but I had built my first engine at 12 years old from spare parts. Her father and brothers built race cars but not hands on. They would drop it off at a speed shop and pay someone else to do it. A couple weeks later they would pick up a perfectly built race car and tell everyone they built it. I could have done the same thing and it would have made my wife happy but I would not have been happy. I like to feel things and have a hands on understanding about every aspect of the engine and drive train. I started to feel like a real idiot each time I completed the engine build and it failed. The mechanical problems were serious and could old be the result of an error made by the mechanic myself. My wife had this look on her face that made me feel like shit. It was as if she knew something was going to fail on the engine. I would come home from work full of excitement ready to take my car out on the road. I would drive it for a few miles take it easy for the first 500 miles so the parts could break in properly. It usually was not until the fourth or fifth drive that the tell tale sign of a problem with the engine would develop. It would be all of a sudden as soon as I started it up an extra noise or vibration was in play. On the third time I remember my wife offering to go out and start it for me just in case. As if she went out to start it and a problem existed it would not hurt as bad. I could hide on the upper deck of our house with headphones on and wait for her to report back after she started my car making sure everything sounded good and was running smooth. I started picturing the whole thing in my head she made me feel like I was doomed to fail. I was just about to reach for my keys when she caught me by surprise and handed me my car keys. I was floored a bit because she never handed me the keys to my race car. I brushed it off and thought that she might have been serious about starting it up while I buried my head in the pillow waiting for the bad news. I sat down in the drivers seat with hope and a prayer that everything would be A ok. I had already took it on 3 test drives and everything was good to go I should have no worries. I turned the key and the 302 fired up immedietely and the whole car began shaking like something serious with a fantastic clunking chugging sound of metal parts shaking inside a tin can. I was horrified I immedietly turned it off and threw the keys across the front yard. I went straight to the kitchen and poured a strong seven n seven VO and 7up slammed it down poured another and another. All I remember before passing out is my wife saying sorry about your race car. Well once a mechanic now a drunk. The next morning a Saturday I woke up lake and realized my wife was out with her girlfriends at some spa retreat until Sunday evening.
I went out to the garage trying to find the key to my car but it was no where to be found. That is when Alisha walked up with my car key handing it to me. "You tossed your key across the yard last night" "I saved it for you because I love your car and I knew you would be looking for it today" she continued talking about how much she loved the car and everything about it. I thanked her for the key and tried to cut the conversation short but before I could say anything she said "I would love to help you with your car I could sit in it and start it for your and I am good at revving engines much better than your wife revs it because the way she revved it up she must not like the car to much seems like she hurt the car the way she operates the throttle kind of like she was taking her anger out on it." I stood there looking at this beautiful young lady and my mind went blank for a moment. I understood exactly what she said but I had to take a few moments for my mind to comprehend exactly what she said as I tried to cover up a state of shock. Instead of getting upset and crazy I took my anger and focused it on this beautiful young lady that had just put the final pieces together of my race car mechanical issues puzzle responded with a Yes I could use your help and that my wife never could get feathering the accelerator right. I told her to jump in the drivers seat she could help me turn over the car while I did a few test. If she didn't mind I would need her to help me with my wife's Jaguar XJ portfolio 5.0 her blue eye lite up bright i could tell she was excited about that. The Jaguar needs a good stress test if you can handle driving it hard and putting it through its paces. I'll even let you take it for a drive by yourself if you don't mind. My wife would be greatful to you as she hardly ever drives it and the accelerator needs to be pushed all the way down to the floor in order to blow out the carbon build up. Do you think you can handle that. I started to get a silent hard on as I was looking at Alisa sitting in my race car. She had a wicked grin on her face and said "I am the perfect driver for it I love to open up the throttle and feel what a car's engine has got, I love feeling the acceleration of a powerful engine and I love pushing my foot down on the pedal all the way down." "I am the perfect girl for you" I could not hide my hard cock as it was pushing through my pants. She glanced at it for a moment and I could tell she was trying not to be obvious but she blushed. I grabbed my compression tool and told her to turn over the engine. Everything tested out good. The crankshaft was damaged and the bearing was spun or destroyed when my wife decided to ruin it by revving it really hard while I was at work. She probably thought nobody was around and I would never know what she did. I was really upset this was the third time I rebuilt it and she wrecked it. I should have figured something out but I honestly never knew. I connected the ignition and told Alisa to start the engine and lightly feather the accelerator. She did exactly what I asked her to do perfectly after a few seconds I told her to turn it off. She asked me if I would like her to show me how my wife revved it and I told her not right now. She said "ok I didn't really want to I don't wanna hurt it more" "Machines don't hurt but it would have been nice if you could have raced it one time before she hurt it so bad"
She stepped out of the car and came right up to me and touched the crotch of my pants and felt the hard erection that stood stiff inside my pants. "I can help you out with this also" she said, I could not stop her. She sat down on the edge of the open car door opened my pants and began stroking my cock in her hand. After a few moments it went right into her mouth and she gave me the best blow job I had ever had in my life hands down the truth. It took me a while to cum because I was a little nervous. I had never cheated on my wife before but this was not cheating this was something else. I was a little nervous that someone might see us in the garage with the door wide open but I thought about my wife trying to ruin my race car by revving it really hard while it was still in the delicate break in period and not caring if anyone drove by or walked by not caring at all so I didn't care at all. I grabbed Alisa pulled her shorts and panties off and bent her over the mustang's engine and took her from behind. She asked if she could sit on my cock and ride it. So I laid down on my mac tools creepy crawler and she sat down right on my cock and rode it like she was driving a supercharged 5.4L Coyote running on methanol and floored it from a rolling start lifting the front off the ground doing a wheel stand down the 1/4 mile drag strip. I couldn't believe the control she had when she grabbed my balls in her hand and held it firmly as she began to cum really hard so hard her honeypot was throbbing like a v8 engine camming as it idles. As soon as she was done I told her to get off I was about to shoot my load. She slid off and grabbed my cock and pumped every bit of cum out. Just when I thought I was done cumming she rubbed her finger down the shaft of my cock and I released yet another small load it shot right up on her cheek. I sat there for a moment just thinking for a time how awesome of a lay I just had with my 19 year old neighbor. I then went into high gear and quickly got dressed and she did the same. I asked her if she was ready to give the Jaguar a little work out. She responded "ALWAYS" "Always ready to put a powerful car to the test"
We walked over to the detached garage that housed my wife's pride and joy her Jag Portfolio sport package. I noticed Alisa didn't put her shoes back on but she had perfect feet with light pink painted toe nails and perfect feet maybe size 6.5 or 7 but sexy arches and cute toes I had a foot fetish but after I got married my wife told me if I looked at another woman feet I would be cheating so don't do it. Don't even look at magazine or internet pictures of women feet she notified me that would be cheating. So looking at Alisa get into the drivers seat of the portfolio with her barefeet almost made me cum myself but I was spent if I wasn't i would have surely cummed myself. I told her to start the engine and show me exactly how my wife was revving my beloved prized 302 V8 engine that I had been working on for 2 years. Alisa started it and began working the accelerator with her foot like she was foot fucking it or something but then the Portfolio advanced engine management system went into deny rev mode and it would not let her rev it any more. She pushed on the gas pedal but the engine just sat at idle. I got so mad that I kicked the jaguar emblem right off the hood. Alisa looked at me and said "Can we fuck again ?" " That was fucking hot you kicking that Jag Emblem right off was fucking amazing hot I wanna fuck you right now!"
To be continued.
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