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After speaking to each other long distance over the internet, Fred in Iraq and Lorrie in the States, both were eager to get some time getting to know each other more intimately. So, finally, on a spring day in May, they finally got their chance. The plan was for Lorrie to meet him at the airport on a Friday night to pick him up after a long flight. Hopefully, she thought, he was able to rest on the plane because she had big plans for him. They had been having steamy interactions long distance, and she wanted to have a live session this time. She couldn't contain her excitement. She had been planning what to wear, what to say…. would she be nervous…. would it be awkward? She didn't know but figured it would definitely work out. She was so horny for him. One way or another, she was going to get him. She decided on wearing a white blouse with a visible pink lacy bra and cleavage visible via the low-cut buttoned blouse, a floral blue short skirt with a loose flair to it, and no panties, definitely no panties. To top that off, she decided heels were in order. So Sweet and Sexy! She was off. On the ride to the airport, she kept replaying all the fantasies they talked about and kept getting more and more excited at every minute that passed…going to be a long wet ride. Finally, she arrived, parked the car, and entered the airport to greet him as he got off the plane. Still, in her head, wondering what would happen next. Nervously, she still had about 20 minutes to wait for his plane to arrive, and she figured she might as well go to the bar in the airport for a drink, just to ease the butterflies in her stomach. She headed back to the gate. "Here he comes," excitedly, she thought, with a grin on her face. Not surprisingly, he arrived with a matching grin. They both know what is ahead. After a hug, happy to feel him finally, there was some small talk; yes, both were a little nervous. How was the flight? Did you wait long? Both, all the while thinking, I can't wait to get down to fucking. Not being said aloud, but both could feel it anyhow. The sexual tension was palpable. They gathered up his bags and headed to the car. As Lorrie was walking, Fred took his opportunity to fully enjoy the view of Lorrie in its entirety. Although he saw parts while on the internet, she looked incredible in person. This was definitely a safe time to check her out from behind without her catching him. He knew now he wasn't crazy for all the things he had said and thought about up to now. He really did want her. As they reach the car, both of them think about what they had said about the car parked in the garage, fucking. Oh yeah, with just the thought, Lorrie felt hot already, hoping Fred would make some kind of advance. If he does, she thought to herself, I am totally going to do it. I just can't wait. She looked around, but no one was around. She could hear cars on other levels but figured, I don't care, I don't know any of these people, and will never see them again, fuck it. She opened the trunk, and Fred started loading his bags into the car. Lorrie watched him, hoping for him to do anything. Did he change his mind? Maybe he is nervous too? Lorrie decided to break the tension and had to make a joke or something. "So, I thought you were going to fuck me here? I didn't even wear panties. You're not gonna waste that, are you?" she laughed sarcastically. Fred just shot her a look that clearly meant… you're gonna get it now. Lorrie headed for the car door, figuring he was going to let her comment slide, not knowing Fred was very close behind her. Just as she opened the door, Fred pushed it back closed. Lorrie knew it, and she had a huge smile now. He turned her around, kissed her, and ran his hands up and down the outside of her thighs, up to her hips, pressing his body against hers. Her back was up against the car now, and she raised her leg up around his body, allowing him to get closer to her. She felt that he was hard now. She was really hot now, wanting him so badly. With her hands, she pulled him even closer now; he gladly pushed his cock on her pussy, knowing she had nothing on under her skirt. He was very excited too. Should we fuck right here, he wondered? They both really wanted to. It was very obvious to everyone who had driven by and the couple who had returned to their car parked beside them. They weren't distracted in the least, and they only had one thing on their mind. Fred realized we couldn't do this here; we could be here for hours. He whispered, "Can't here… let's go find somewhere else…..quickly." Lorrie was now frustrated. She didn't think she was going to be able to wait a minute longer, as she had been waiting since December for this. One more minute, and she was going to explode; at this point, she almost felt like if he waited a minute more, she would have let all her juices go. "Ok," she said, not saying how she really felt. They both got into the car, and Fred was driving. They finally left the airport and headed in the direction of home. Both were silent, but each kept glancing at each other. Lorrie down on Fred, mouth-watering, Fred on Lorrie's ample cleavage, and wishing her skirt was about an inch or two higher, so he could really view her. Lorrie just couldn't wait any longer. She leaned over to Fred, reached down and rubbed his package, and whispered in his ear," Is this ok?" Fred, without hesitation, agreed. She aggressively stroked him, and he was at full attention. Lorrie was definitely excited, ass he could feel herself getting wetter by the second. She was peering down, trying to imagine how he looked and tasted. She decided only one way to find out. Unbuttoning and unzipping him, she thought, thank god he had boxers on, not much resistance to access. He helped by wiggling his pants down a little so she would have full access, eager to feel her mouth on him. She leaned over, now almost lying across the center console, with one hand caressing him from his balls, up and down his cock as she pulled him into her mouth. Slowly teasing his head with her tongue at first, tasting his pre cum, yup, he's excited him, she thought. She continued to squeeze him with her fingers wrapped around his engorged cock as though she was going to milk the cum out of him. She then eased him further into her mouth, eagerly filling her mouth with all of his manhood that she could. Still, massaging him, sucking, licking. Fred desperately looked around for a spot to stop the car. He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted inside her, wanted to feel her hot, wet pussy on him. Her mouth felt so good, but he wanted more. Good, rest stop. He pulled in, and only two other cars there, "who gives a flying fuck? I don't," he thought. Lorrie was still excitedly sucking his cock without hesitation, writhing in her seat. Oh, she's ready. Lorrie raised up back onto her knees, Fred still in her mouth, hands still on him. He reached underneath her down to her throbbing pussy. She moaned as he began circling her clit and massaging it with his fingers. He could feel how wet she was as he probed a little further, pressing his fingers inside her. She moaned in enjoyment. Neither could wait, and both of them knew it. He put his left hand on the back of her head, assuring she would have to keep sucking him until he was finished making her climax. She asked for this; she tortured me for months. She begged for him to fuck her; how she couldn't wait any longer. He kept rubbing and probing her harder with each stroke. She was really wet now, and he knew it. She kept moaning louder and louder. He loved feeling that too. He was going to make sure he muffled her moans and, finally, her screams, with his cock. He smirked as she was fucking his hand now, moaning and then screaming. Shaking, her juices were now running down his hand onto his wrist and were now running down her thighs too. It was all too tempting for him not to want a little taste. After controlling the urge to unload into Lorrie's mouth, he ordered her to turn around, lay back, and present her pussy to him. Now she was helping him stroke her. Her back was pushed up against the door. Although this car was small, Fred was determined to try her. He leaned over and licked her now engorged pussy. She was so wet and willing, squirming under his tongue. He decided he was going to make her pay again for the torture he had endured. He licked around her clit. Driving her even more wild, he pierced her with his tongue, and now she lowered her hand to massage her own clit. She knew she was going to cum again. Waves of pleasure engulfed her now, her hips meeting his tongue movements. She came again as she was still begging to be fucked now while Fred sat back in his seat with a satisfied smirk on his face. Oh no, he's not, she thought; hehe's mine now. She got up, moved toward Fred, reached over him, and pulled the lever, which made his seat go into a fully reclined position. He just smiled; he knew what was coming next. She straddled him and unbuttoned her blouse. He took advantage of the access to her breast and pulled her bra down past her nipples, leaned forward, and began sucking. She was grinding up against him. She was teasing him before she positioned him beneath her and slowly guided his cock into her. She pushed him back with force and mounted him forcefully. She raised and lowered herself on him slowly at first. She knew he wanted it harder, but after what he did, she wanted to tease him. She couldn't take it anymore, and she wanted his cum deep inside her. Enjoying his cock harder and harder, he raised his hips to meet her, each time getting deeper. That was their goal, him as deep inside of her as he could. After riding him for a bit, she reached behind her to grab his balls, trying to massage the cum out of him. Looking at him, telling him how much she wanted his cum. Now slamming his cock deep inside her, she unleashed a huge orgasm; he could feel her tense up and squeeze his cock inside her, still pumping, milking him as he exploded. She now smirked as she was proud of what she had just accomplished. Leaned over and said in a low sexy voice, "Oh, you wait. That was just the warm-up round." The drive home had been extremely thrilling. Fred and Lorrie exchanged glances, smiling, laughing, and giggling the whole time. They spoke about how long it had been, talking about the sizzling plans they had made online, chatting almost every day for nearly five months. Both of them were still thinking about what happened as they had left the airport. Finally, after his arrival, at a rest stop shortly after leaving the airport, they were unable to restrain their eagerness to fulfill their desires. Now what? They decided to head to Lorrie's house before going out to find some of Fred's old friends. The night was still early, and Fred could use a bed to lie on. At Lorrie's house, which was small but charming, they entered. Again, both were nervous. Was this really happening? It was like a fantasy still, like one they had dreamed up while talking long distance, like one each of them had imagined in their head. Still, although nervous, each of them still wanted each other intensely, especially after satisfying their hunger for each other earlier. "You must be tired," Lorrie said. "No, not that tired, just wanna lay down for a little bit before we go out. Is that ok?" Fred responded. "Of course," Lorrie agreed, "You want the couch or my bed?" "Bed. Just don't let me fall asleep," Fred said, "or I'll never get back up." Lorrie grinned, "that shouldn't be a problem." She led Fred upstairs to her bedroom. Fred removed his shoes, laid back, and pretended to get comfy. Lorrie was onto his game; he had no intentions of resting. She knew this but played along. "Do you mind if I lie next to you?" Fred asked. "No, not at all," Lorrie replied. Lorrie followed suit, slipped off her shoes, and lay down next to Fred. Fred on his side facing Lorrie, Lorrie on her back, with a pillow propping up her head. She turned on the television just so he would think she wasn't onto his game. He lay there, laughing to himself; she really thinks we're just gonna lie here like this? Again with the tempting me. She's gonna get it. Fred looked at Lorrie, her long legs leading up to that short blue skirt, up to the pink lace peeking out of the white button-down shirt, which was unbuttoned to show her ample cleavage. Although all that was nice, he continued up to her eyes, which were peering forward toward the television. Really, is she really watching television right now? She's not gonna be in a minute. He leaned toward her, lessening the distance on the bed between them. Slowly he raised his hand to touch her thigh. First, on top, slowly caressing it. He looked toward her face again, no response. Lorrie was holding in a smile with all her might, her heart racing. He sensed she was playing now; game on. He continued caressing up and down her thigh, and slowly, he glided his hand to the inside of her thigh. Using long slow strokes now, he rubbed a bit harder toward her, higher and higher. Lorrie is now grinning, trying not to, of course, but unable to deny it. That was all he needed to progress completely. He had not forgotten that she was not wearing any panties under her loose skirt. All too tempting. He rose his body up to his knees, pulled her to the center of the bed, and put his knees between her legs, her head still propped on pillows. Still, only giggling on Lorrie's part, she wasn't helping. He grabbed Lorrie's legs and pulled her down with force, so she was now lying flat on the bed, skirt pulled up by his actions, with her legs parted. Fred was gonna have to punish her for this little display, the stoic looks, the not helping him in any way. Oh, she's gonna pay. He leaned forward, planted a kiss on the inside of Lorrie's upper thigh, and looked up at her. Lorrie wasn't giving in just yet. He thought to himself, oh really, now I am gonna torture her. He continued kissing, licking, sucking on the inside of Lorrie's thighs higher, but not high enough. Lorrie was squirming. Her mind thought he's killing me, son of bitch. Lorrie surrendered, reached down, and pushed Fred further up, presenting her pussy to him. He parted her with his tongue just so she knew he meant business, but he wasn't giving in just yet. Still, Lorrie holding his head, he resisted. Instead, he penetrated her with one finger very slowly, then two slowly. Lorrie was writhing now, frustration and anticipation rising. He sensed this and began to quicken his pace inside her. Penetrating quicker and deeper each time. Finally, allowing his tongue to explore her fully. Lorrie moaned, her breath deepening. Again, with his fingers still keeping pace, his tongue explores, slowly, then eagerly, circling her clit until she finally begs, "Come on." He giggles, then concentrates his tongue on her clit. That's what she wanted. Still fucking her intensely with his fingers, sucking and licking, Lorrie begins to moan louder and louder, writhing and squirming to meet his fingers. Cum, baby cum. Fred eagerly anticipated her juices to flow. Her moans now turn into shallow screams of pleasure. Oh, yeah, she's cumming now. Hmmmm. He leans back, laughing an evil laugh. I've got her now. Or so he thought. Lorrie's turn, she thought, Fred's fingers still inside her. She interrupts him, leans forward, and pulls him up to meet her. Forcefully she pulls his shirt over his head. Fred is now back on his knees; she concentrates on unbuttoning her own shirt, down past her little pink bra, completely. He watches. She unhooks the bra, which has a front clasp, and pulls it completely aside, revealing her breast for him. He leans in. She restrains him, pushes him back onto his knees, and leans forward. Nearly at eye level with the bulge now presenting itself in his pants, she unbuttons, then unzips his pants. Slowly, she pulls them down, along with his boxers. Now she means business. Now fully exposed, she leans in; he can feel her hot breath on him. She gently runs her fingers up and down his cock, lips almost touching. Fred watched this, almost trembling. She licks his shaft in one long stroke. Now, Fred can't take anymore, "Come on." Boy, isn't that familiar, she grins. Now she licks the head of his cock, swirling her tongue until she slowly greedily devours him. She sucks him lightly, then harder as she strokes him both with hands and mouth. He tastes good. Hmmm. Fred just can't take anymore; he's on the verge of cumming, when he pulls out of Lorrie's mouth and pushes her back onto the bed. He needs to cool down a bit. Now, back to those tits. Fred now zealously licks, then sucks, then gently nibbles on Lorrie's erect nipples while fucking her with his fingers again, jabbing inside her deeply. Again, she meets him with her hips to get him deeper. Oh, I can't wait til he fucks me again. He again leans back. Lorrie can see how hard he is. Now she can't wait till he enters her and fucks her like she's wanted him to. He slowly rubs her clit and pussy with the head of his cock. She's burning for him now. He slowly pushes into her. Her pussy is wet, hot, and tight; he enjoys this bit of resistance. He enters further, deeper; she is moaning, stretching her legs to allow him deeper penetration. He gladly allows her pussy to engulf him. He begins to fuck her, pumping, her hot juices glazing his cock with every thrust. Pulling out and stabbing her pussy. Feeling the head of his cock repeatedly entering her is making Lorrie increasingly excited. She loves her pussy pounded. Almost as if he sensed this, he began driving into her, drilling her, making her scream with pleasure till he could feel her pussy squeeze his cock. He continues till he almost erupts inside her. How dare she? Oh, not yet. You are not finished yet; neither am I. He pulls out. "Turn around." Lorrie obeys, smiling. With her ass presenting in front of him, he couldn't resist one good spank. "You deserved that." She laughs. He puts his arm around Lorrie's stomach. She's not going anywhere. She is ready for this; she has thought about this position many times. It is her favorite, after all. Still, with his arm holding her in place, he takes his other hand to guide his cock into her. Once in, he thrusts hard while pulling her onto him. Very deep. Lorrie moans loudly. He continues fucking her intensely. Lorrie meeting his every blow. Fucking harder and harder. Pounding her pussy. He hesitates for a moment, and he realizes Lorrie is still feverishly fucking his cock. He eagerly meets her blows. She is moaning, taking his cock as deep as she can take it. Feeling his swelling cock drilling her repeatedly, she feels her pussy tightening on him, milking. Feeling his stiff cock inside her makes her dripping wet. She's cumming. He knows it. As she screams, he releases his load into her eager pussy, both their juices now dripping from her freshly fucked pussy; they lay exhausted. After a much-needed nap, Lorrie arose to realize it was getting pretty late in the evening, and if they were going to get out and catch up with some friends, they'd better get going. Fred, asleep in the spooning Lorrie, was easy to wake by wiggling her hips and grinding her ass up against Fred. That woke him up. Although he would've liked to stay in bed with Lorrie, she insisted that they go out. After all, Fred hadn't seen his friends in months, since last summer, in fact. It would be hardly fair if she kept him all to herself. Besides, she would have more time with him. He is going to be in town for two weeks, and other than an occasional email, he hardly ever hears from them, not like the endless chatting they do daily online. Each showered and dressed, very casual, like all the bars in this town are, but of course, Lorrie had to sex it up a bit for Fred. She wore a baby blue blouse that clung to her curves and showcased her ample cleavage, a tight, short, jean skirt that revealed her long smooth legs down to her high heel summer sandals to show her pink painted toenails. Definitely on the hot side of casual. Fred wore his khaki shorts and a tee, not original, but still sexy to Lorrie. She was just happy to be with him after all this time. She is so mean. Fred thought to himself, ..she knows that I am going to be distracted all night by her, thinking about getting inside her again. Lorrie knew what she was doing; that was her plan all along, torture. They drove to a local club where both had been many times. A lot of familiar faces in this place. Fred and Lorrie just looked at each other, having discussed what they were going to run into in this town. Not knowing what would happen exactly, they both decided they weren't going to say anything to anyone about this relationship. Really no one else's business, so nothing was good enough for them. Besides, the majority would twist anything to make it sound juicier anyhow. It does add to the mystery and excitement and always gives a giggle when you finally hear what the tale has ended up being told about you. If people only knew. Being the beginning of May, with the air starting to warm up, Lorrie decided to have a summer cocktail, Strawberry Daiquiri. Fred, well, you guys all know, beer. They sat at the bar and started downing their drinks. Of course, Fred hadn't been in town for quite a while, so any and all of his buddies whom he hadn't seen in a while were vying for his attention. So, Lorrie expecting this, allowed him to meander and visit with everyone. She also meandered and socialized herself; after all, being from this small town, some of his friends weren't all that unfamiliar to her. After a while, a few drinks, and a few more shots, they had lost all hopes of being inconspicuous. Lorrie was looking mighty hot and, of course, after alcohol, getting harder and harder to resist. Lorrie, too, was having a hard time keeping her attention away from Fred. They had waited so long for this, for each other. They had not even come close to satisfying their craving for each other. They slowly made their way back together, still talking with friends, but being so close to each other, they had to touch, at least. So, just a little bump here, a little rub up against there, a hand low on Lorrie's back, slipping lower….Well, you know what effect alcohol has. Why would you think anyone would notice? Play dumb. "Yeah, I think I left my purse in the car. I'll be back," Lorrie proclaims, hoping Fred gets the hint. "I need to get some air. It's gotten hot in here," as he follows closely behind Lorrie out the door. His friends just roll their eyes and make little gestures to each other. They're not buying it. Like they didn't notice Fred rubbing Lorrie's ass. Once outside, Lorrie turns around, "Real smooth. I'm sure that they didn't notice a thing." "I don't care. Let's go," Fred said. He was right; why bother staying? The touching and rubbing were just going to escalate into something that was better off done behind closed doors or at least away from prying eyes. "I still want more of my daiquiris. Strawberries are my favorite," Lorrie said. So, of course, they stopped at the store on the way, picked up daiquiri mix, rum, ice, and of course…beer. Heading for home now, with Fred's hands gliding further and further up Lorrie's skirt. "We are almost there. Stop! I am trying to drive. Do you want me to crash when we are right down the street?" Both were laughing. They pull into the driveway. Lorrie, of course, her torturing temptress self, "I've got to make a drink!" Fred rolls his eyes. Come on! Lorrie heads into the kitchen, pulls out the blender, and starts mixing. Fred puts his beer in the fridge. Cracks one open. "You have that hammock you told me about up yet?" he asked. Lorrie smiles, "Yes, of course, I have it up out there; it's nice out now." Like she doesn't know where this is going. "I want to see it," Fred said. "What, you don't believe me?" she asked, giggling. "Alright…. grab your drink, let's go." It's a clear night, with some moonlight, but still very dark in Lorrie's backyard. The only light is from the cars passing by the house, and they don't reach the part of the backyard where the hammock is. Very quiet, very private, very dark…how convenient. They make their way back, Lorrie holding onto Fred, walking in her heels on the lawn; she needs a little help. "Why do you want to see this hammock now?" Laughing. At this point, Fred does not even respond. "Take them off!" he ordered. "Everything?" she asked. "Yes, everything!" he exclaimed. Lorrie hands her drink to Fred, and obeys his orders, first the top, then the skirt, then the bra. "I am keeping my shoes on; we are outside, you know." "Sit." Lorrie again follows his command and props herself onto the hammock, still facing Fred. "Can I have my drink back now?" "No," he approaches Lorrie and stands between her legs. Fred pushes her onto her back. She just laughs; she knows what is going to happen. They talked about this hammock. She only thinks she knows. There she lay, naked and giggling, anticipating what he would do next. "You still want your drink?" Fred asks sarcastically. "Yes, I do!" "Alright." As Lorrie reaches for her glass, he pulls the drink away, "Put your hand down." "What?" "Put it down!" Fred ordered. She obeys, puzzled. What the hell is he doing? "Close your eyes," Fred said. "Why?" she asked. "Just DO it," said Fred. "Ok! They are closed!" He leans over her. Now she is just excited and a little nervous. Fred, still holding the drink, begins licking Lorrie, starting at her neck, trailing down to her breasts, and slowly teasing her nipples with his tongue. With the cool night air and his tongue on her, she gets goosebumps and shivers. Fred feels that. "Cold?" "No. I am not cold." "Are your eyes still closed?" "Yes." and they were; the anticipation of not knowing what he was going to do next was thrilling her. He continued teasing her nipples with his mouth, licking and nibbling, stopping briefly to drizzle a little bit of that daiquiri onto her nipples, one at a time, and eagerly licking it off. He continues from her nipples down to her belly button, where he licks another shot. "Keep going." Fred smiles; he knows where she wants him to go. "Hold this," he hands the drink to Lorrie, who, of course, has to take a sip. He just shakes his head. She leans down, grabs Lorrie's ankles, and positions her feet on the hammock, her legs completely spread. Now her pussy is totally exposed and presented in front of Fred. Unlike Lorrie, he doesn't care about getting dirty. He kneels before her. "Give me that drink back." Lorrie obliges. Why wouldn't she? She knows what is coming next and can't wait. "Don't use all of that," referring to her drink. "Didn't I tell you, no talking?" "No." "Well, NO talking." Lorrie laughs because she knows what buttons to push. She isn't really pissing him off. She is just frustrating him a bit, making him a little more aggressive. How can I reward her for this behavior? He thinks as he kneels before her, legs spread. She knows I can't stop now. The temptation is just too great. He takes the ice-cold drink and rubs it on her. She feels the cold moisture dripping down her and wiggles. He drizzles a little on her, which drips down her, mixing with her own liquor, which has begun to well up in anticipation. Fred leisurely begins to lap up the cocktail which he has created. His warm mouth and fervent tongue are breathtaking for Lorrie, she moans. "You want your drink back?" Lorrie can hardly speak, "No." He laughs and continues licking, sucking, and exploring her with his tongue. This daiquiri is good. Lorrie is thoroughly appreciating this; his hot mouth on her wet pussy is bringing her waves of ecstasy. Writhing and moaning, he slides his fingers into her. She has to have him now. Fingers still inside her, she sits up and puts her feet down. Forcing his fingers deeper. Still squirming, writhing on his hand. "Give me that drink. Stand up." She says with a moan. He rises. "Take them off." She says while unbuttoning then unzipping his shorts, tugging them down, along with his boxers. Exposing his swelling cock before her. She downs the rest of the drink and looks up at him. He meets her mouth, enjoying the sweet juices, kissing deeply while she kneads his balls and rod. She pulls away and looks down at his fully engorged shaft. Her mouth-watering, she draws him to her lips. Lightly she feathers him with her lips and tongue, up and down the entire length of him. He pulls her off of the hammock so she is standing bent over in front of him. His hands pull her hair back, and she begins devouring his cock. Swirling her tongue and jerking him with her hands and mouth. Eagerly she sucks, savoring his flavor. "Mmmmmm," she moans. She is zealously consuming him. He pulls her up and turns her around. She bends over, face down on the hammock. She feels him probing her tight pussy. Driving into her, stretching her narrow tunnel, which impatiently awaits his entry. She grinds back on him, forcing him into her. He grabs the hammock, grasping the ropes in his fingers, and begins plunging his cock into her, which sends Lorrie rocking onto his rod. She screams in pleasure, "Ooooh! Yeah! mmmm…” She is throbbing with delight, squeezing onto him. She can feel every inch of him pulsing inside of her; she is cumming, juices dripping. He pulls out and turns her around. She jumps up onto the hammock facing him. She pulls her feet up, legs bent apart, sitting up. He thrusts into her; she wraps her legs around him. He begins filling her pussy deeper and deeper, swinging her onto his cock, faster and faster. "ooh yeah, fuck me harder, Fred!" Watching him drive into her. She is gripping his cock hard now, pumping him with the tight walls of her engorged pussy. He can feel her cumming as he crams deep inside her. He can't contain his load any longer and bursts his shot into her. "I know we've been drinking, but I am definitely cocked now." she giggles.

I came home today and Tits told me about her day. She told me that a guy from her bowling team called and asked her to give him a ride to his sister's house to pick up his car in the next town.Tits being a nice person said sure and she would be right there. She had been working in the yard so she went in and took off the dirty t-shirt, put on some perfume, and grabbed one of my t-shirts (no bra) and left to pick him up in my pickup because it was behind her car. She got to Scott's house and he jumped in and away they went. It is a country road between the towns and in an old pickup truck, well, jiggle happened. She did not think about it except the soft cotton t-shirt felt good on her nipples. As they are driving along, Scott kinda started to squirm in his seat and he kept looking at Tits. She said suddenly he unzipped his jeans and took out a very large hard-on. saying sorry, it was way too tight. He explained that watching her big DDD tits bouncing around and her nipples getting hard it gave him a boner. Tits said: I can see that!! Then Scott started stroking it. Tits said she could not stop looking at this 9-inch monster. Finally, she reached over and stroked it for about 5 to 10 minutes while he rubbed her big tits. She let go so she could watch the road and told him to finish up, they would be there quickly. He kept squeezing her big tit then blew his load all over his stomach. He apologized and Tits said no prob, you have a beautiful cock. I think we are going to have some fun in Vegas with this bowling league!

This story is about an experience that my wife and I had several years ago. We enjoy getting away and going on long car rides. My wife Emmy, had always flirted with truckers by waving and blowing kisses, but that was as far as it ever went. Emmy is an attractive woman of 40, 5'3' tall, with long brown hair and size 34B breasts. Her skin color is just a shade darker than milky white, and as soft to the touch as you can imagine. It happened on a hot summer's day in the late afternoon while traveling through Ohio. She had been doing her usual flirting, and dressed as she always is for our summer drives, with a short cotton black skirt and sleeveless yellow blouse that buttoned down the front. Besides a pair of sandals, she wore nothing else. Her left leg was resting comfortably up in the dashboard, and her right leg was resting against the glass on the windows ledge. As we passed this one truck, she told me how this guy seemed very friendly. He waved and smiled several times as we slowly went by. After passing him and returning to the right lane, I noticed that he pulled into the left lane and was coming up along side us. He passed, switched lanes to be in front of us, then slowed down a little. Emmy asked, 'why did that guy pass you, and then slow down?' I told her that it was the same friendly guy we passed a few minutes ago, and that he probably wants to see you again. She smiled, and said to go ahead and catch up to him again, so I pulled out and started approaching his cab. Emmy was giddy, and she saw the trucker watcher her through his side view mirror. As we pulled along side, he waved again and smiled and she blew him a kiss. He then made a gesture with his hands after pointing at her blouse, as if to ask her to open it. She asked me what to do, and I said that she should have fun, and to do what she wanted to do. Nervously, she undid a few buttons, and pulled her blouse apart to better expose her cleavage. The trucker responded with some sort of begging, because she giggled and undid the rest, letting her blouse fall open, but her nipples kept it from falling all the way open. I love her nipples, they are big and stand out as if to be asking to be sucked, the kind you can balance several match sticks on with ease. Anyway, he wanted more, only being able to see her soft cleavage. She toyed with him, starting to pull the blouse all the way open, then stopping. Finally, she let her nipples out, and he responded with a blow of his air horn. She loved that. His truck slowed at this point, and we passed him again. Emmy was feeling good about herself, and she told me that it was fun playing with the driver that way. Looking in my rear view mirror, I said 'looks like your new friend agrees, he's going to pass us again.' She turned to see, and asked why he's doing that again, she already had showed him her tits. I said that he probably liked the nibble you gave him, and now wants the whole dessert. She seemed to be a little more nervous again, but as the truck pulled back in front of us and slowed down for a second time, she said 'go ahead, catch up again and we'll see what he wants.' As we pulled along side, he did his best begging I guess, helped by some short toots on his horn, because Emmy sat up and slowly removed her top. She then turned towards him to allow for a better view. She even slowly touched her breasts as she looked at him. Emmy must have a real thing for airhorns, because he let loose with a long blast and then a big thumbs up sign, and she leaned back giggling and putting her feet up onto the dash. She ran her hands down her side, took hold of her skirt, and started to shimmy them off. I couldn't believe it, and swerved a little, as did her new friend. He dropped back a little, but quickly pulled along side again. She was really enjoying the attention, and finished wiggling out of the skirt until she was sitting there naked. She lifted her hips up off the seat, and gave him a nice view of her soft, trimmed mound. Before I could say anything, she turned and laid back in my lap, left her left leg on the dash, and put the other up on the door frame. She lifted her ass up, and showed the trucker her moist, pink lips. I was having a real problem concentrating at this point, and I'm guessing he was also by the erratic speed he was keeping. He dropped back, and we pulled into the right lane. Emmy was caressing her body, playing with her moistened lips, and I put my right hand onto her breasts and played with her nipples. She raised her hips again, and was moaning beautifully, enjoying the excitement of the moment. I was so caught up with her that I didn't see that he had passed us again right away. When I did, I said, 'Hey Emmy, he's in front of us again, and he has his turn signal on.' She sat up, and asked what I thought he was doing. Just then, I noticed a sign for a rest area up ahead. I said that I think he wants us to pull off the road with him. Instead of her being nervous this time, she perked right up, with her hands still massaging her thighs, and said to follow him off. 'Are you sure?' I asked. 'Yes, let's see what he wants.' So I followed him into the rest area, and around to the back. He parked as far away from the building as he could, but left enough room for a car to pass him on the right. I pulled up, and along side, and saw that this totally obscured us from the view of the rest of the parking lot. It wasn't long before the trucker was out of his cab, and walking over to Emmy's side of the car. She lowered her window and leaned back in the seat. He came over and leaned on the window frame, and told her how hot what she had done was. They were chatting back and forth, as I watched his eyes scan over her naked body. She giggled a lot, as he complimented her body, and I could see the excitement growing in his eyes as he kept gazing at her body just inches away from him. Taking a chance, I asked him if he liked what he was seeing. He said 'absolutely' with a huge smile, so I asked him if he wanted to touch her. Emmy's head snapped around to me as if she was just slapped, but she didn't look upset, instead, it was more of the look you'd expect to see after giving a woman a piece of jewelry that she'd been wanting. His response was just as quick, as if not wanting to lose the opportunity. He answered 'hell yes' as his right hand cupped her breast. She turned back to him, and relaxed in the seat, letting him know that she approved. He ran his fingers around her breasts, and over her nipples. His fingers pinched a little, then massaged them, as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. He then adjusted himself to allow his left hand to massage her breasts and nipples, as his other hand slid down her stomach and across her soft mound. She spread her legs, and his fingers found their way into her wet lips, which caused her hips to rise off the seat. Taking a chance, he reached his head into the car and put his mouth on her nipple and began to suck, as his fingers worked around the inside of her pussy. Emmy was really moaning now, and raised her head up to him, he lifted off her nipples, and they kissed, all along with his hand still inside her. She sat up more, and put an arm out the window to wrap around his back, and turned and lifted her hips so that she could get a knee on the seat. He refused to let go of her cunt, working her the whole time. She now leaned out the window forcing him to release her womanhood, but in doing so, her grabbed her ass and lifted her up. Now on both knees, with her head and tits out the window, and his hands firmly on her ass, he lifted her up against the door, and she struggled to get a knee up into the open window. I must admit, this was hot to watch, my wife lusting after a stranger, clawing her way to him from inside the car. He finally just pulled her up and out, and she stood on the ground wrapping her arms around him. He leaned her back onto the car, and began kissing her from the neck down, and once again finding her wet lips with his fingers. He suckled her nipples, and worked the inside of her pussy, making her shiver with delight. I left the car also, to get a better view. As I rounded the back of the car, I saw her clenching her knees together tight as she could, and with that, she began to cum. He fought to open her legs again, and she eventually let up to allow his fingers to move around more. Her knees now spread, and slightly squatting, she started cumming even harder, drenching his hand in the process. His other hand was now frantically working at his own belt, and releasing it and his pants to the ground. Emmy's hand found his tool, and stroked it maybe twice before it was hard as steel. He pushed her to the right, and onto the hood of the car, lifting her legs into the air, and inserting himself into her dripping wet pussy. She reached back over her head to grab something, but there wasn't anything, so she just laid her arms over her head as he pounded into her. Her body weight was pushing down on him, and he was thrusting back hard, giving her quite the ride. He had her legs in his hands, and was spreading them wide, watching his manhood slide in and out of her warm, wet hole. Her breasts were bouncing with the rhythm of his motion, and her cunt lips were sucking hard on his stiff dick with every movement. His pace increased, and I could tell he was about to lose control. I could tell she was going to cum again also, because she was arching her back, and neck, and so I moved closer to see the pounding she was getting. Her cunt lips were indeed latched to his dick, as he pulled almost all the way out, then thrusted back in. Then she began cumming, and squirting all over him, which in turn made him lose it also, as I saw his cream covered tool emerging from her heavenly womanhood with every stroke. Before long he was spent, and slowing his pace. He looked down, intent on watching her pussy suck every drop of his sperm off his dick. He pulled it out until the head was almost exposed, them pushed it back in all the way, slowing with every stroke. It was so hot watching her pink lips suck the cum off his dick. Finally, with one last thrust, he sucked each of her nipples, and withdrew for the last time. She lay there, draped across the hood of the car, sweat on her skin, and cum dripping from her cunt. We parted ways with the trucker, and she promised me that this would not be the last time, as she sucked me off with the blow job of all time.

Being keen readers of all kinds of articles and magazines to do with sex and sexual encounters of all types, and as a frequent visitor to swinger ad web sites, I wanted to share some of the interesting experiences that my wife and I enjoyed recently on one of our travels. Some background on us. Both divorced and on our second marriage of 11 years but 19 together, with grown up children all now out of the house. She, Isabella, at 46, is a very attractive and elegant woman, lightened hair, with a naturally lovely complexion and firm skin, and in excellent physical condition, without the aid of massages, gyms, etc. An enviable product of genetics. Me, 54, weight/height proportionate, in good shape also, with a disciplined regimen of sensible diet and exercise, etc. In short, two healthy, productive, and energetic people, sharing many common interests, one of which is sex and everything to do with sex. We like to talk about it, read about it, see movies on it, discuss it when we can with some of our more open-minded friends, and of course, practice it together – a lot, and in all its varieties and variances. Our sex life would have to be described as very active and uninhibited; my wife is a very sexy, exciting, and sensuous woman, with a large sexual appetite, and always RWA - ready, willing, and able. And open to try anything new together. We have great communication on all topics, with no limitations or taboo subjects. I always maintain that if a couple can talk openly and freely about sex, any other communication is easy. Although somewhat timid in the beginning of our relationship, from a somewhat repressed and conservative first marriage, with over 14 years together and children out of the house, she has become very self confident and adventuresome. She loves to dress up in sexy clothes and be a bit of an exhibitionist whenever the opportunity arises. This is mainly on our travels, as we live in a conservative city where we are both well-known, and appearances are important. She has gone topless on a St. Martin beach, and after some convincing even ventured on to a nude beach in Martinique after a few piña coladas! One thing, however, we both really enjoy is for her to go out with no panties, which happens any time we go out in the evenings to a restaurant, to dance clubs, or similar: makes us both feel sexy and excited all evening, with great bed sessions when we get home. Can’t do this at the office though! However, if we are away from home, she wears nothing at all under her light dresses. Knowing that she is not wearing panties, or using bare, thigh length stockings, naked under her dress, with her pussy so easily available to my frequent touch, gets her sopping wet, gets me hard, keeps us both highly aroused all evening, and leads inevitably to great sex when we get home. She adores oral sex, and I especially love drinking up all that wet sweetness over long sessions! On a recent trip to Miami, itself a vibrant anything-goes Latinized city, we decided that she would be able to realize some of her fantasies – like not using any underwear at all the whole 10 days there, as we were unlikely to run in to anyone we knew that time of year. This would be combined with using sexy, semi-transparent and open blouses and shirts, showing off her lovely tits and body to the maximum, without breaking the law; and to wear very short skirts to “flash” her short-trimmed triangle from time to time; in short, to dress and feel sexy all the every day, all the time. Did I mention that she has great looking legs? Well shaped and firm – no flab or cellulites at all. And a lovely round tight ass. She does! Plus beautiful, firm breasts – not large, more grapefruit than melons, but well worth a second look. Which she frequently gets, and enjoys. Not Miss Universe, but definitely a very attractive overall package, and looks years younger than her 46. Our first night out, we had dinner and a good wine in Coconut Grove, then went to a Latin Club for dancing– low lights, good music, interesting crowd, and a nice buzz from the wine and drinks. Isabella had put on a dove grey semi transparent silk blouse, well open at the top, outlining and showing her lovely breasts in an indirect and filmy way, the dark area of nipples visible, as well as a clear outline of the nipples, which were hard almost all night from the air conditioning and me rubbing them; plus a very short black mini skirt that rode well up on her thighs whenever she sat down, barely four fingers away from baring all. And of course, no underwear. Getting out of the taxi, she “flashed” a lot of leg to the doorman, right up to her close-cropped pussy – I know, because I also positioned myself to look. Probably more gratifying than a tip! And sitting on a high stool at the bar together, ample legs showing, with a “flash” every time she got down to dance with me. Needless to say, she was drawing a lot of attention, especially from the men, and me, and loving every minute of it! This kept us both horny all night. Once back in our hotel room, the night was in one of pure wet ecstasy. My wife is also highly multi-orgasmic, and had many that evening. I am able to sustain an erection for prolonged periods, after the first round. The following day, we had lunch in a terraced restaurant, overlooking one of the marinas in downtown Miami. Our table sat about 6 feet up from a walk-space and dock, and just below were a couple of young studs drinking beer in their power boat. Their attention was riveted on Isabella, sitting so close by, slightly above and directly in front of them, wearing a white mini-dress, lots of beautiful leg showing, and at each crossing and uncrossing, leaving little to the imagination in that position. I suggested that I would make as if to go to the wash room, and she should turn slightly towards them, uncross her legs, and let them have a better view right up her dress. Basic Instinct style! Which she agreed to do, while I watched the scene from a little inside the restaurant. They almost swallowed their beer cans! She did this right through the time we sat there. What a turn on for us both – not to mention the boat boys! I asked her if she was enjoying looking at their hard cocks in their cut-offs, which she was doing, though from behind sunglasses. Later that week, walking in a shopping center, we were approached by an attractive young lady, offering us a free lunch in a new resort. It turned out o be a time share offer, whereby you had to agree to sit through a conference after the lunch. But what really interested us, was that the offer included a courtesy limousine ride there and back from our hotel. One of Isabella’s great fantasies was to be fucked in a moving limo, and we looked at each other with knowing smiles, and agreed to attend the invitation. We had ridden in limos before, when she had taken off her panties for me to look, and even masturbated in it with her back to the driver, with me watching, which we both loved. She loves to masturbate with me watching her, and I go nuts every time she does. But we never had the opportunity of going any further than that in a limo. So we said: OK! Arrangements were made for two days’ time, 11:00 AM pick up, with lunch at 1 PM, followed by the conference, and then the car would bring us back. Needless to say, we spent the next two days and nights all excited about the possibilities this limo ride might present, discussing what she would wear, just how far we might be able to go, and how to deal with the driver. In short, more excitement– much eating of delicious pussy, a lot of sucking of a hard cock, many orgasms, and great fucking - while talking over the whole episode, with her trying on different types of sexy dresses and letting our imaginations run away with us. Finally we settled on a sexy dress she had picked up a couple of days before, but not yet worn: a light, clingy wrap around number, semi transparent depending on the light, a loop over the neck but completely open at the back, easily removed with very easy access both top and bottom in front, tied only at the middle with a matching sting belt. If you weren’t careful when sitting, it slid open right up to the thigh level. Very sexy indeed! But it afforded some degree of elegant circumspection as well, since we had a lunch - conference to attend. Perfect. Being very flimsy and almost transparent material, it was decided she should maybe use a light semi-see through bra for the lunch, which she would remove before the ride back, leaving her naked underneath. Next morning, the limo arrived on time, driven by Vincent, a good looking uniformed chauffeur in his mid 40’s, medium height, good build, very polite and attentive. We introduced ourselves, and got in the back: me on the back seat facing the front, and my wife on the jump seat facing back and me, behind the driver. The limo was typical of its kind: a stretch Lincoln Continental with darkened glass on the windows; a half glass partition in the middle inside with an opening about 30” long by 12” wide, dividing the front compartment from the passenger seats at the back, with a fixed darkened black glass about 10” long at the two extremes. The middle part had a glass partition which could be raised for more privacy, or left open, as it was now, for talking to the driver. As we drove off, I began chatting with him – how long he had been a limo driver, what kinds of people he got to drive, was he married (yes), how long was the drive to where we were going (35 minutes, depending on the traffic, etc). In short, getting to know a bit about him. We had decided to add a little spice to the event by pretending that my wife did not speak any English. We are both fluent in English, Spanish, and French. We opted to use French between us, since almost everyone in Miami speaks Spanish, and I would “translate”. That way, we could talk in private to each other. Within minutes of pulling in to the traffic, my wife allowed her dress to fall open in front, revealing all of her legs, which she parted slightly to afford me a full view of her now exposed pussy. This we kept with full, but close-cropped light brown hair, which I prefer to a shaved pussy, and which I myself trim to my own taste. No Mohican or similar hairstyles. I always love to look and enjoy the dark shadow of it through transparent panties, or free to the sight, with nothing on – as now. Step one of the fun – having the limo ride there. She proceeded to caress her legs, with her hand slipping ever closer to her center of pleasure, playing with herself for me to watch, lovingly caressing her lower body, moving down to her clito, staring at me directly with half closed eyes, with a wicked smile. All this with me chatting with Vincent, and him talking to us, pointing out the sights, me pretending to translate to her, sitting directly behind him, not a foot away, while she fondled herself in to a state of arousal. I even got him talking about some of the wilder things people had done in his limo. He said he had seen pretty much everything in that back seat, including even people actually making out. Asked if that bothered him, he said not at all, that he had enjoyed many interesting sights from his mirror. As long as they paid up at the end, and did not damage his limo, what people said and did was their business. That sounded pretty positive to us. By the time we arrived at the Resort, Isabella had by now had at least two big orgasms, only partially muffling her moans by biting on her hand. Before we arrived at our destination, I had to tell her in French she had better cover herself fully exposed pussy up and give me time to get my hard cock back down, or we’d make a pretty picture getting out of the limo, with my profile all bulging! I was wearing a loose fitting guayabera shirt, precisely thinking of this situation, but it did not quite cover all of my now very visible bulge, which she brushed with the back of her hand as we got out. When we arrived at the resort, Vincent said this could take up to 3 hours or more, depending on whether we decided on a follow up meeting after, as many couples did. We said, no, we’d be out after the conference to meet him. He agreed to return to collect us in a couple of hours. The place was quite beautiful, with well kept gardens and facilities, clean and maintained, like almost all these types of resorts in Florida. We had a good lunch, a few glasses of wine, attended the conference, sitting close together, conscious of what happened on the way over, and what might happen on the way back – fulfil my wife’s fantasy of fucking in a moving limo. This she had fantasized about for a long time, and the driver seemed sufficiently pleasant that maybe it might actually be possible to do it. We had never before actually fucked with someone else there so close, and who would in all likelihood be well aware of what was going down. Another big turn on! The anticipation only added excitement all through lunch. She kept whispering some very naughty things in my ear, telling how wet she was, and how she was going to drive me nuts, all the while rubbing her hand over my bulging cock, under the table. I asked what if the driver would be looking at us in his mirror, and she replied: “Well, he is only going to see what he knows and does himself” Wow! I thought, and asked: “And are you prepared to let me see us actually fucking?” “It’s such a small space – who knows what he will be able to see”. That only got me more turned, as sometimes when we were hot and at it, we often mentioned fantasies about fucking with others watching, and maybe even watching her with another man, like so many of the stories we read about in the various web sites we browsed from time to time. Although we never took it any further than fantasizing. After the lunch-conference, we had a stroll around the gardens to help digest the ample buffet lunch, bought another couple of glasses of wine at the open air pool bar, sitting on high barstools, with Isabella exposing a lot of bare leg to the pool guests. We both had had quite a few glasses of wine over lunch. From time to time, I would caress her upper thighs, which only got both of us hot. We discussed how we might approach Vincent, with what we had in mind. That alone was an aphrodisiac. Isabella meantime, had gone to the bathroom after the conference (where they try to hard-sell you a Time Share), and removed her strapless and flimsy bra, which she proceeded to drop on the table in front of me. I smelled her delicious perfume, and put it in my pocket, to help disguise my by now quite deformed profile. Step two of the Plan: She was now totally naked (and I could imagine wet) under that flimsy dress for our potentially sexy limo ride! Then we went to look for Vincent and the limo. There he was, waiting for us. I asked him if I could sit in the driver’s seat a moment to see how it felt to drive such a long car. My real intention was to see what he could see of the back area through his rear view mirror, and thus where we needed to sit for our ride back, either to be seen or not, as we decided. We all chatted a while, with my wife sitting in the back, pretending not to understand. Asked if he had a deadline to get back to his base, he said that could be flexible: what did we have in mind? With the confidence established on the ride over, I then proceeded to tell him that my wife had always wanted to ride around in a limo, and (with a conspiratorial wink!) maybe something else, and that if he could give us a sightseeing detour on the way back for about 2 hours, there would be a good tip in it for him. And who knows, maybe having some other unexpected sightseeing benefits himself as well! He obviously got the message, for he grinned at us, winked, and agreed, saying, “Anything you want, you’re the boss! The limo is yours for the afternoon.” As we set off, both of us sat a bit right of center in the rear back seat, with my wife right up next to me on my left on purpose, where Vincent could see our upper bodies, and most of us, but not completely. He drove slowly and carefully out of the Resort, on to the road back. In a few moments, we started with some heavy petting, caressing and deep kissing each other hard and long. Her hand went to my pants front, which she began to unzip immediately, as mine slid in to the top of her dress to touch her left tit and now hard nipple, slipping the dress and sleeve well down off her shoulder and arm, almost exposing that breast, which I proceeded to caress and kiss around, as well as her neck and shoulder, all the while rubbing her now hard nipple in my fingers. That, plus kisses on her neck and back, always drives her wild. She then slipped her arm completely out of that sleeve altogether, leaving one shoulder and lovely breast totally nude and clearly visible to the driver, should he look in the mirror, which he was obviously doing. This for her, was a first, purposefully baring a breast completely in front of another man, and one so close by, but I figured it was the limo ride and what we were doing, combined with the several glasses of wine over and after lunch, and the thrill of being watched. A glimpse towards front showed me that Vincent had indeed adjusted his mirror for a better view, which I murmured to Isabella. That only made her more aroused, especially with a part of her nude and in full view of two men, one a complete stranger. She had by now opened my belt, pants, and boxers, pushed them down below my knees, unbuttoned my shirt, and took out and were fondling my now upright and dribbling cock. I in turn slid my hand up her leg, parted the light dress in front completely on both sides up to her waist. She slid slightly forward on the seat to allow me more freedom to touch and play with her now dripping pussy. I began to gently massage her engorged clito, delicately as I knew she loved. She began to moan more and more audibly, eyes closed, reaching one almost instant climax. She then bent over and took my dripping cock in her mouth, licking it all over. Vincent, I could imagine, while not being able to see all of everything, had to be well aware of what was going on, as he was squirming around in his seat – no doubt adjusting a hardening cock himself too! Isabella was by now very turned on, and seemingly oblivious to our audience, or perhaps because of it, opened her dress completely in front, climbed on top of me, facing me with knees and legs astride, guiding my throbbing and stiff cock in to her sopping pussy, and proceeded to ride me in a frenzy to another orgasm. At the same time, she loosened the strap material around her neck that maintained the dress in place. Now I must say that while we had talked about it a lot, and pretty much thought something like this might happen, the reality of it still caught me a little by surprise. We had fucked in many places over the years - on beaches, in the sea, finger-fucked quickies in darkened corners of night clubs, the terraces and gardens of hotels, even in some semi-public places with people nearby, many times with the possibility of being seen. But never before had we deliberately gone this far and actually fucked with someone so near, a bare couple of feet no less, and perfectly aware and watching all that we were doing, with my wife semi nude to boot. That was a new experience, and what a great turn on for us both! My cock hardens and oozes every time I think about it! For by now, as she rode me to one orgasm after another, she had slipped her dress off the other shoulder, completely exposing all her upper body - her bare back and both of her beautiful boobs, which I was kissing hard as she climaxed. After a moment, she paused to catch her breath, leaning in to my neck, telling me how much she loved me and I telling the same, and what a turn-on, thanking her for being such an adventurous and horny lady! I asked how she was enjoying her fantasy. Her sigh and smile answered. I murmured to her that we had a rapt audience in front, and she smiled and told me to tell him to keep his eyes on the road. He said he was trying, but having difficulty with that, with such a beautiful lady and all that action in back distracting him. At which point Isabella sat up, still with me plugged inside her, and half turned to the front, one hand on my knee, giving Vincent an eyeful of her naked upper body in full profile, both glorious boobs standing firm with nipples full at attention, and said in to me in French: “Then you’d better tell him to find a place to stop before he crashes”. Which I translated. He said there was a sort of park coming up shortly, where he could pull up for a few minutes, if we wanted, and I said, OK, go ahead: better that than crashing in to an oncoming car. Vincent adjusted the mirror again for an even better view, now that it appeared he did not have to sneak looks to the back. My wife then proceeded to loosen the belt holding the dress to her waist, removing it altogether, tossing on the seat next to us. She was now making no pretence of modesty of any kind, even of having anything half covering her below: she was now totally naked in the back of that car!. Again a surprise for me, as I had never expected she would do something like that...ever! But so sexy as well, as it was done with great nonchalance, even in good taste, as in everything she did. Although she loved to walk around the house naked in front of me, never to my knowledge had she ever exposed herself to anyone else, even with her own sister, claiming a certain modesty always. She then got off me, turned around slowly to sit on me facing the front, and reinserted my very stiff cock back in to her sopping wet pussy. This manoeuvre exposed her nakedness almost fully to the front mirror, tits and pussy all, and Vincent, eyes bulging at the sight, nearly drove us off the road! She then sat on me backwards, hands on my knees, and proceeded to rock gently on my stiff cock, watching with half closed eyes, watching Vincent in the mirror watching her. This seemed really to turn her on. I was so astonished that she would do something like this with anyone so close, much less looking at her, but she seemed to be in her own erotic world now, and loving every moment of it. And it was all the more arousing for me, watching my wife totally naked for the first time being admired by a stranger, all her attributes bared, all the while fucking me and coming noisily without any inhibitions. What an experience that was – a new high in our very solid relationship! The driver had by now pulled in to some kind of lay-by, with some trees blocking the highway, facing the ocean. He gently parked facing in, and sat there respectfully, but eyes glued to the mirror. Isabella whispered to me and I translated to Vincent: “My wife wants to know if you are enjoying all this, if it is exciting for you.” “You serious, Man? I almost drove off the road twice!” She whispered in my ear again, and again I was astonished at her forthrightness, but nevertheless translated: “She says then you better take advantage and turn around for a better view.” “You mean that, really? You don’t mind my looking?” he said to me. We both smiled and nodded yes, go ahead. He moved on to a kneeling position on the front seat and turned towards us, back to the dashboard, resting his arms on the back of his front seat, facing the open space of the partition, eyes wide open, only feet away from us. Isabella then did something else totally so out of character; I could scarcely believe it: she reached in to the hand bag next to her and took out our digital camera. “Ask him” she told me in French, “to take some pictures of us”, and stretched out the camera to him while I translated. He looked unbelieving, but nonetheless after I nodded yes, reached toward her through the partition for the camera, which she handed to him, caressing his fingers lightly as she did so. “Boy: no one is ever going to believe this”, said Vincent. “Ask Vincent if he is going to tell his other driver friends what he is seeing today”, Isabella told me. “Or maybe his wife.” “No”, Vincent said, “they would never believe me anyway. And my wife? Never! She’d make me quit driving limos!” She whispered to me to tell him to take a few pictures of us like that, which he did. That even drove her wilder, and she closed her eyes and really went at giving herself a good fuck, all the while with Vincent clicking away. That also made me nuts, and I almost came inside her there and then. She then got off me (I was by now going half limp anyway from 30 minutes of a hard cock inserted inside her), knelt on the seat beside me, facing front, leaning slightly back to the cushions. She was fully extending her naked body up and forward in a languorous stretch, pussy fully exposed and glimmering wet, running her hands through her hair, posing for an additional picture like that. Unbelievable! As Vincent was leaning into the partition for the photo session, this presented him a full and unobstructed view of her entire beautiful body, hard nipples, pubic area pushed slightly up and forward for better viewing, which he photographed several times. This was incredible: my wife behaving like this, almost whorish even, with a strange man not two arms’ length away, taking pictures of her, totally naked, herself enjoying every moment of it – not to mention me...and of course, Vincent!. I began to feel stirrings in my cock again, seeing her act this way, almost like a porno movie star. Fantastic! Even less could I believe what she asked me to “translate” next: “Ask Vincent if he likes what he is looking at, and if it has given him a hard cock.” Both Vincent and I did a double take at this audacity from her. “She wants to know what!!?” he said. I duly repeated the question. “Man, this is some woman you got there! Can you believe this?” he said She repeated that he did not answer the question. “Yes, yes, and yes!” he blurted. “Boy! You have to made of stone not to get a hard on watching this kind of action! Do you do this often?” “No” I said.” Believe it or not, this is the first time ever we do anything like this - ever. It’s always been her fantasy, and thanks to you, it’s now being a reality”. “Thanks to me?” he replied. “Thanks to you. Wow, Man, this is something. Seen a lot in my limo, but never this. Not ever. And ain’t ever gonna forget it either, believe me”. Isabella now turned slightly towards me, with a dreamy expression, still in the same stretched-forward position, one hand behind my neck, looking me directly in the eye, a playful smile on her face, and began caressing her beautiful boobs, pinching gently at her again hardened nipples, and said in French for me to translate: “Tell Vincent that now he has had a good look at me, at us, I think he should let me also have a look at him too, to see if he really has a hard cock “. Now I have to tell you, this just about stopped me in my tracks: just couldn’t believe what I heard. She just looked at my surprised expression, smiling, nodded, and said, yes, ask him. Well, I thought, we were here for the full fantasy. So why not? Vincent’s reaction was similar to mine: “She wants to see what? My cock? To come back there and show her my cock?” “No”, I said, “show it from there, in the front seat, from where you are”. “You sure you OK with this, Man?” he asked me. Yes, I said, it’s OK with me, go ahead, let’s give her the complete fantasy, if he agreed. In a flash, he shrugged out of his driver’s jacket, moved back against the front console of the car, knees resting on the seat and shoes on the floor, and proceeded to open his belt and pants, pushed down his underwear, moved aside his shirt, and popped out his fully erect dick for all to see, holding it self consciously in one hand. Not an overly large member, but a nice size, and of course, fully stiff. Isabella was rapt, gazing at it, glancing at me. I smiled encouragement. She began to massage her hand slowly over her tits and down over her flat belly towards her pussy. Again, I just stared in amazement: it looked like she was actually going to masturbate right there and then, in front of a stranger, with us both looking on! I mean, she always loved me watching her do it, but had always said this was her private gift to me. And here she was about to share it with someone else, with both of us watching. Which she proceeded to do, slightly pushing forward, supporting herself with her other hand on the roof of the car, drawing closer to the partition between the seats, to get a better view of Vincent’s hard cock. He was by now wide-eyed, eyes glued to my wife `s pussy, watching her massage herself, but by now himself massaging his own stiff cock, his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft, increasing now almost to my wife’s own rhythm. She was moaning out loud, moving her body to the rhythm of her own touch, her eyes moving constantly from his dripping cock jerking himself off, to look at me and my own now hard member which I was also caressing, her fingers busy inside herself, a dreamy and far away look on her face, as she worked herself up in ecstasy, in front of us both. This was one erotic scene: three people masturbating and watching each other do the same, in the reduced confines of that car. Awesome! Unbelievable! Isabella was now moaning very loudly, and saying aloud in English: “Yes! Yes! Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Aaaahhhhhh!” as she had a serious major orgasm. Vincent was obviously too beside himself with excitement to stop, and also came, spurting his creamy liquid all over the car seat. What a show for us all! Seeing that my cock was stiff, Isabella moved on top of me to fuck me again, facing front, I imagine, so as not to miss looking at Vincent looking at her, his cock still pulsating in his hand, dripping his cum all over his fingers and the seat. She rode me to another and yet another orgasm herself within a minute or two. I could almost imagine her fantasizing somewhere in the back of her mind as she fucked me that she was actually holding this new cock and licking all that milk off it, something she loved to do with me, or maybe even fucking Vincent instead of me. That really got me going, slamming harder and harder into her steaming wet pussy, for one huge orgasm myself, which in turn made her also come again. Wow! What a day! After a while, she got off me, got some Kleenex from the box in the car to wipe herself and me, pulled out several more, and still fully naked, moved on to the other back seat, up close to the open panel, reached out and handed these to Vincent through the slot, watching him while he wiped all his cum off the seats and himself. Their eyes met, both smiling. She was now kneeling on the jump seat, only a half arms’ length from him, palms resting on the top of it, with her upper naked body up close to the open space, easily touchable, me watching them. “Thank you, Vincent,” she said in perfect English, “for coming and literally making this such a fantastic day in our lives, and allowing me have such a great ride in your limo. It was truly more memorable than I could have imagined or expected. I will never forget this. Nor you. You have been such a nice man … Thank you.” She then reached one hand through the opening, briefly touching his face, dropping it down, ever so lightly and briefly brushing over his now limp cock still hanging out of his pants, laughing at his reaction. She turned back and came and sat on me, thanking me also, giving me a strong embrace and deep, long kiss. She then moved on to the seat, kneeling and turning to be facing front, reached for her dress and put it back on very slowly, almost unwillingly, leaving it open in front a long while, arranging her hair, smoothing out the dress, enjoying these last moments of frontal nakedness for us both to admire, and her to savour. Vincent, beginning to get himself back together, stated that he had never had such an experience in all his years as a limo chauffeur; this was the most incredible limousine ride of his life, one that he would never forget it, and if we ever needed a limousine again, he would give us his card, and be sure to call him, especially if we had any other fantasies to live out in it! His offer was only too clear. Isabella said yes, who knows, give us a card, with an email, and we might just send him a picture or two for him to prove to his friends that all this really took place in his limo, if he ever mentioned it, so they could see he was not making up the whole affair. Arriving back at our hotel, Isabella made sure to let her dress fall completely open again as she was getting down out of the limo, pausing with one foot on the ground, to give Vincent a good last look of her naked pussy. She then asked me to take a picture with him standing next to the limo, she with one leg propped on the running board at back, the dress falling open almost to thigh length, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as we said our goodbyes: I gave him a handsome tip (which he was almost reluctant to accept), and he drove off. We spent the rest of the evening reliving all the events of the day in detail, looking at the digital photos over and over, fucking away like two minks, as we would do many times in the future. We still haven’t decided if we should send Vincent a picture, they are pretty graphic, and with Isabella’s or my face visible in most. We spend many sexy and exciting sessions reviewing the photos downloaded to our Laptop, and discussing reliving this experience. We often discuss her motives in reaching through the partition to touch Vincent, brush her fingers down over his cock, and what might have happened had Vincent been bolder in the car, reached forward through the partition and touched her while she was so close to him fully naked, almost provoking him to do so, maybe even caressing her body, feeling up her tits, perhaps even running his own hands down to her pussy, maybe even putting his fingers inside her sweet wetness to touch and enjoy her…. Isabella thought that given those very special erotic circumstances, with all of us being so totally aroused at the time, she might actually have let him do it. Was even for a moment tempted herself to touch him more, maybe even take his cock in her hand and see what it felt like. That how would I have reacted to her doing something like that? To which I cannot not truthfully answer, as it didn’t happen. But more than likely because of that special and so intimate atmosphere in the confined space of the car, I probably might enjoyed her doing that, watching to see what developed. This also forms part of our lovemaking fantasy at times – having Vincent do all that with her, in a sort of erotic threesome, but with the partition between us. We even fantasize that Vincent actually came in back with us, and caressed her, allowing her to caress hi and even suck his cock, but not actually fucking her. We both agree that we feel very comfortable with all that happened that day, and believe it has drawn us even closer together, and we know we were lucky for sure in finding an accomplice as respectful and willing as Vincent. We also agree that having opened up this new dimension in our relationship, and having so thoroughly enjoyed this experience together, plus the fact that it continues to give us food for discussion and erotic times, who knows that this might be the beginning of something new for us to explore further in the future, to add to our already great sex lives. Some fantasies are, we know, just that and should remain so. However, only time will tell what may happen should the right circumstances crop up again. Who knows. Adultfun47 November 2007

I’ve been posting several of my stories which I decided to share after I found them in my journal. Having written them a while ago, I had to clean them up a bit and try to make sense of them. It is different writing for a personal journal than it is for people to read. The funny thing is that half the time I couldn’t remember these stories and half way through the memories were coming like a tidal wave. Just remember that they aren’t all in the order of which they occurred. Cindy, my wife at the time, had already had several swinging experiences with a few other guys. In all of the time we experimented I think I’ve only actively participated a handful of times. My real excitement always came from watching her fulfill her fantasies with other men or hearing about her encounters after the fact. For the most part, they usually happened with my best friend Rick. This was my most comfortable point and since I could always plan events with him, it helped make some of my fantasies come true. Cindy is about 5’ 8” 108 lbs of an amazing woman. Her creamy white skin is accentuated by her long raven black hair. With a fairly petite body, C cup breasts, and a flirtatious attitude, she had no problem in turning heads. Over the past 3 years {one before we were married}, she really blossomed out of her shell. Rick is about 5’ 9”, in pretty good shape, well tanned and well hung. I don’t deny he is quite a bit larger than me in that area … but it’s all good. As long and Cindy doesn’t call his name out when she is with me, I’m good. On one of our regular outings to a local pub, we invited Rick to come along and share a few drink with us. Right away Cindy had one thing in mind and when she came out dressed in her favorite little red dress, I knew it. I didn’t even have to ask but I knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Rick came over and the three of us took off. Once there, we walked around the see if anyone else we knew was there. We ran into one of our friend’s sister (Ana) and her friends. They invited us to sit at their table and we plopped on the stools next to them. Sitting next to me was Cindy, then Rick, then Ana, along with about 10 people I had never met. Ana, Rick and I were catching up but Cindy wasn’t really conversing much which made me glance down and realize that Rick was stroking her thighs and playing with her under that table. I was pretty sure Ana couldn’t see it, but the fact we were at a high-table on stools, the view was clear from across the room. Thank God for low lighting. After a few drinks we bid our goodbyes and left. On the way to our car we had to climb a few flights of stairs and Cindy took the lead. I was right behind her and I kept lifting her dress to expose her bare ass and she kept slapping my hand away. Rick would just make some sexual comments and laugh. When we got to car, Cindy and Rick began to make out and I had to yell at them to get in so we could leave. Cindy in the front and Rick in the back. On the way home Rick was fondling Cindy from the back seat and her heavy breathing kept me hard the entire time. I would reach over and play with her using one hand, trying not to lose control of the car. Halfway home, Rick pulled her into the back seat and took no pause before he was on top of her working his way inside. As we got closer to the home, we had to pass through a toll booth and all I kept thinking was where I had the change because otherwise we would need to go into the ‘Get Change’ lane and it would not be good for the mood. Poor Rick and Cindy kept hitting their heads against the door, Saturn cars aren’t exactly the most spacious. Through the toll, off the expressway, and a few blocks later we were almost home and the two of them were still going at it. Cindy’s moans were killing me and all I wanted to do was stop the car and jump on her myself … which is practically what I did. Our home was located in a new development and down the street was nothing but empty lots and overgrown shrubs and trees. I passed our driveway and parked behind the shrubs in pitch darkness. On the other side, you could hear the cars on the expressway and once in a while the lights of a car turning down the street, but we were fairly secluded. Once I stopped the car, I leaped out and opened the back door. Rick slid off of her and came out and Cindy asked me where we were. I didn’t reply and simply took her hand and pulled her out of the car. Her dress dropped back down as she tried to mat her hair down since it was all messed up. With the dome light of the car I could see her flushed cheeks which was always a sign she was really getting into things. Rick stood by the corner of the car pulling up his pants. I passionately grabbed Cindy and started kissing. I took her dress and lifted it up over her head and threw it in the car. Although she sort of hesitated as I was pulling it off, she didn’t resist. I turned her around and leaned her over the trunk of my car from the side. There was my wife stark naked bending over, her arms stretched across the trunk. Her white legs parted slightly and her ass looking incredibly inviting. All I had to do was unzip my pants and I was ready … hard and dying to fuck. Once I started I didn’t stop. Cindy kept letting out little moans as my rhythm picked up and my thrusts got a little more forceful. She was trying not to be too loud in case anyone was close by … nothing worse than a neighbor walking her dog and running into us. Unfortunately, all the build up was too much and I didn’t last very long. I couldn’t help it, this was too good. Once I finished, Rick {who I found out later was really nervous about doing it outside near the houses} stepped in and worked her to an orgasm. He turned her around and pinning her back to the car, lifted one of her legs and fucking until he exploded. I took her dress which was on the back seat and climbed in the driver’s seat, turning the engine on. Rick zipped up and sat in the car and Cindy kept asking me for the dress. I told her to get in and I would give it to her. Ooooops! I lied. I pulled into our driveway and I quickly jumped out and headed for the door. Rick followed and Cindy stayed in the car with the door partially open softly yelling at me to give her the dress. I opened the door, Rick came in and I just looked at her and told her she better run before I locked the door. She bolted like I had never seen and rushed inside, completely naked except for her sandals. Rick and I were laughing which only made Cindy start cracking up. She left to shower and I started to question Rick on how he grew the balls to finger Cindy next to Ana. That is when he told me he was more nervous about being outside the car with Cindy nude. We just laughed about it and he asked me if he could take a shower too … which I knew what he meant. ‘Of course’, I told him. Rick sneaked back into the master bedroom and slid into the shower. I just laid on the bed listening to the two of them going at it. When they were done, Rick quickly got dressed and took off to work. He had the late night shift at the prison and was running behind. Cindy dried off and slipped into bed where she slid under the covers and began to give me an amazing blow job which I’m sure must have lasted 20 minutes. I loved nights like this and even more so the way she would get so turned on.

We had a swinging experience on top of the Continental Divide in the back seat of our 4-door pickup. Wanna hear about it? We thought you would! While traveling through the area on vacation, we met another good-looking couple who were on vacation, and we all decided to have at a small restaurant in an old mountain ghost town. When we finished eating and drinking, we asked them if they would like to take a drive to the top of the Continental Divide. There is a primitive gravel road up there to service the radio transmitters on the summit. "Sure," they said. When we got up there, it was dark, and you could see all the lights in the valley below and all the stars above in the Rocky Mountain sky. Gina and Rocky were in the back seat, and Cindy (my wife) was in the front with me. Cindy and I started making out like teenagers to try and get things going. (This was our first time meeting this couple, and while we suspected they too were swingers, we didn't want to come on too strong.) I was rubbing Cindy's tits and feeling her up. Then I removed her top and bra and started feasting on her breasts. She has delectable pencil-eraser nipples. Yummy. Didn't take long for her to get my cock out and she proceeded to start sucking it while Rocky and Gina looked on. After some great-feeling head, I laid Cindy back with her head against the passenger door and pulled her jeans off. Freed of restrictive clothing, the strong scent of her aroused pussy immediately filled the vehicle. I dined sumptuously on her extremely wet pussy. It was so delicious, especially since she was so very, very wet. I love to eat her when she is gushing like that. She must have come at least three times while I nibbled on her clit and tongue fucked her cunt. When I finally glanced in the back seat, I was happy to have our swinging suspicions confirmed when I saw Gina hanging over the seat, looking at us while she bucked and fucked on Rocky's lap. Gina was just soaking up her fucking and watching Cindy and me so intently with such a gleam in her eye. After I polished Cindy's pussy considerably, I reached up and pulled on Gina's arm. She got the message and slipped her upper body between the front bucket seats and dove into Cindy's creamy pussy like she was starving. It was so erotic to see my woman being eaten out by another. She licked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. She especially enjoyed sucking Cindy's love button, and Cindy especially enjoyed it too. Cindy came two or three times. While this was happening, I wetted a finger and started to finger fuck Cindy's asshole. This sent her to the moon! She screamed out a couple more orgasms. (I am not kidding. I am not embellishing this or making this up). She got just about as sexually high or higher as I have ever seen her our whole time together as a couple. Good thing we weren't in some cheap motel with cardboard walls! I enjoyed fingering my wife's tight asshole with one hand and stroking Gina's big beautiful breasts and her back with the other. Rocky was looking on from the back seat with one huge smile... among other things. Cindy must have come at least six times. Finally, it had to end, I guess... temporarily though. After a couple of minutes to descend back down to earth, Cindy then crawled into the back seat with Gina and Rocky. Gina laid on her back and put her head in Rocky's lap and spread her legs. It was her turn for a cunt-polishing. I watched my darling, without hesitation, lick her first woman, and a cum-filled woman at that. It was AWESOME! Watching Cindy's ass sticking up in the air while she devoured her first cunt was more than I could bear and I decided to get in the back seat too. I got behind Cindy and slipped my cock into her pussy while she continued to lick Gina. I heard her grunt as I buried it. Did I mention how wet she was? It slid in like a hot poker through warm butter. It was an exquisite feeling fucking Cindy doggie-style while Gina moaned, groaned, and her eyeballs slipped out of sight as her new female friend's tongue worked over her pussy. After about 10 minutes of oral delight, Gina came with a gooooooorgeous moan. I spurted and added my cum to Trish's fountain and watched the cream leak down her legs. Everyone more or less collapsed. I staggered out the door into the cool mountain air and breathed deeply. WOW! It had really happened. Incredible! Magnanimous! Exhilarating! Inspiring! Overwhelming! Pretty Darn Cool! We have had some big-time, awesome sex together while reminiscing over this one.

My first threesome happened in the back seat of my car with a buddy and another friend's girlfriend. We were out cruising around and my buddy Scott asked Sherri if she would show us her tits. Sherri being super provocative obliged. Looking at her well-rounded breasts in the mirror, Scott climbed in the back seat and started massaging Sherri’s full breasts. I drove around until I saw what looked to be a deserted road to pull off onto. This way I can get a better look. By this time Scott had Sherri’s breast in his mouth and had her skirt pulled up revealing just the slightest bit of material in a thong that barely covered her shaved pussy. Soon he had his fingers inside her, and she had her legs spread open. I could hear the sound of her wet snatch opening up for him as he was forcing two and three fingers in at a time. Then she looked at me and said, “Why don’t you lick my pussy and I’ll suck Scott?" I wasn’t sure how we were going to manage this in the back seat of a two door Corolla. So I pulled the passenger seat forward. Sherri moved behind it with her head in the corner, one leg on the passenger seat back and one in the back seat. Scott climbed up on her chest and started rubbing his cock on her lips. She opened her mouth and Scott jabbed his cock as far in until she choked a bit. Then she told him to slow down and fuck her mouth. He did then she pulled me down to her vagina. Her pussy was wet and so was the string from the panties. Her pussy had a bit of a pungent smell, but nonetheless I was gonna get after it. As I went down on her, she asked me to put fingers inside her. She pushed her pelvis into my face as she downed Scott’s dick until he busted a nut clean in her mouth. Probably all the humming she was doing made his dick vibrate. Soon after, she wiped her face, pushed me back, and said, “That’s enough for me.” I was kinda disappointed I didn’t get my nut, but sometimes you just deal with it. We straightened up and headed back to the party. A little while back at the party Sherri came up to me and said she liked me eating her out like that and asked if I wanted to do some more? I was like, “Sure, I’m down.” Problem was she wanted me to eat her friend out because she told her about our rendezvous. And I had to do her so she wouldn’t tell Mark, Sherri’s boyfriend.