We finally made it through the traffic of downtown and the number of cars had significantly lessened. I took a deep breath and could feel myself begin to relax as I realized that vacation was finally here and we were going to have a week away from the demands and stresses of work that we both carried on our shoulders. As I began to feel my shoulders relax and the anxiety of downtown traffic melt away, I glanced over and there she was. Even after thirty-six years of marriage and raising two grown children, her beauty and sexiness still managed to bring butterflies to my stomach and take my breath away. Sure, she had added a few pounds over the years, but damn, so had I. And there were a few lines around her eyes and lips, but she sure looked a hell of a lot better I did. I still marveled at how sexy I found her, even more so than when we were married all those years ago.
As I found a lull in traffic, I pulled in the right lane and drove at a comfortable speed with no cars directly in front of me. I reached across the seat and took hold of her hand and rested my arm on the console. She turned her head and smiled and softly rubbed the back of my hand with her other hand. That soft smile relaxed me even more as I could see in her eyes the stress and anxiety being left behind. We drove like this for a long time. Just holding hands and enjoying the feeling of touching each other. Just being in the comfortable silence of two people who knew each other intimately after all this time.
As the dusk before sunset began to settle, she suddenly pulled my hand up and began to kiss the back of my hand and my fingers. Nothing really erotic, but I could feel my cock begin to stir. Sadly though, she sat my hand back down and released it. As she let go of my hand, I caught her reaching behind her out of the corner of my eye.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked her.
"I have got to get this bra off. It's killing me. Plus, I didn't think you would mind. Just keep your eyes on the road." With that, she unhooked her bra and performed that magic trick that only women can do and removed it through the sleeves of her top and put it on the floor behind my seat. "I said to keep your eyes on the road. I know you love my tits, especially when my nipples get hard, but watch where you're going. Patience. We've talked about this. I promise, I'll make it all worth it."
When she was done, she reached across and took my hand back in hers and gave me a sly look and a wink and went back to watching the scenery as the last rays of sunshine shone through the window before setting behind the horizon. After just a few minutes, she turned back toward me. As I looked over at her, she again raised my hand toward her mouth and began kissing my hand again. This time with little flicks of her tongue as her lips landed on my skin. After a few minutes of this, without breaking eye contact, she began to take each of my fingers in her mouth. As she took them in, she swirled her tongue around my finger and moved it in and out of her mouth before sucking it back in and applying suction to my finger while flicking her tongue up and down my finger. I couldn't stop the moan which escaped my lips as I thought about the things that she is capable of with that tongue. As another moan escaped my lips, I could feel myself begin to harden in my shorts. As I dropped a hand into my lap to adjust myself, she giggled and asked me, "What's the matter, you having a problem?"
"You know I am. And you know exactly why I'm having a problem," I told her as I felt myself continue to lengthen. She laughed a little harder as she saw me give myself a light squeeze.
"Patience I told you. We're gonna play a little game. We've got two-and-a-half hours before we get to the hotel for the night. I'm going to tease you more and more as time goes by. I'm going to slowly try and get you right to the edge of cumming. If you can make it all the way to the hotel without losing it, I will let you do whatever you want to me tonight. And as an added bonus, when we get on the ship tomorrow and get everything settled, I will let you eat me until you are completely satisfied. How's that? We have a deal?"
How could I refuse that offer? It had been a long road for us to communicate about our sexual likes and desires. We were both raised in conservative times and homes where you didn't talk like that in front of the opposite sex. We had started to work on it several years ago with a very frank discussion and then we began exchanging texts which started out suggestive and sexy and had morphed into some pretty explicit stories and requests. Then we had found an encrypted service and we began to get a little bolder with our texts and even some pictures. And now to hear her tell me exactly what she was going to do to me over the next two hours and what the reward was made my cock jump a little bit. In addition to that, she knew that going down on her and eating her was my favorite thing in the world. I loved her smell. I loved her taste. I loved her body's reaction. I loved everything about it. I love doing it to bring her pleasure, but it also brings me immense pleasure. So, for her to tell me that I could spend all the time that I wanted eating her pussy really sealed the deal. So, of course we had a deal, and I told her so.
She looked me in the eye and said, "This is really gonna be fun. Buckle up, cause you're in for it." With that she leaned over very close and bit my earlobe and then whispered softly and breathily, "I can't wait to feel your lips and tongue on my pussy. I love when you eat me. You always make me cum so hard." As she backed away, she winked at me and told me, "Alright, here we go."
