I was so horny. For the last half an hour or more, I had been driving with a hard on that felt like it was going to burst through the skin; belying my often erectile problems when attempting to fuck the wife.
We'd been driving in silence, in the dark for well over an hour now. She had eventually dozed off in the passenger seat, and I had noticed that as she slumped a little, relaxed in her gentle slumber, that her slender, bare legs had parted slightly. The seat belt had also cleaved a path between her tits, and had distorted her neck line and buttons on her summer dress, so that I could see the flesh of a single breast, and the outline of lace caressing and tracing the pink, soft fleshy mound.
My head was instantly filled with images of sliding my hand along her thighs in to the warm valley hiding the trimmed forest of pussy hair and then beyond it, into the wetness of her sexual gorge. My fingers searching for her clit.
Alternatively, I fantasied that my left hand reached across the void between us, and slid inside her dress,and bra, to gently fondle and squeeze her breasts; my fingers softly pinching her nipples so that they hardened, causing her to slowly awake from her sleep, aroused and responsive. I imagined myself asking her to finger herself while I drove, and her obliging, before she freed my cock and gave me head until I came deep in her throat.
I wondered over and over again what she would do if I actually tried either. It was late, the motorway was relatively quiet, there was little lighting so it was pretty dark, providing some screening to any probing I had in mind. I was so tempted. Hence my raging hard on.
My erotic thoughts grew, and I imagined leaving the main route and finding a secluded spot where I could perhaps persuade her to fuck me, either in the car or outside of it. It was a warm night after all.
The visions escalated more, and I saw in my mind a guy approach us as I fucked her from behind, as she was bent over the hood of the car in some imaginary secluded parking location. In my head the guy silently walked to the car as we both watched, my cock still buried in her cunt, and just dropped his pants in front of my wife's face to reveal an enormous, throbbing shaft. He looked at us both for any objection and when none was forthcoming, he gripped my wife's hair and directed her mouth to his cock. It was like a silent movie except for the sound of her slurping and gagging on his huge member and the slapping of my thighs, as I pounded her from behind.
Obviously, we swapped over. Obviously I had to fantasise about that throbbing, hard piece of muscle replacing my cock in her cunt and fucking her good and deep.
I could not take it any more, so instead of groping her, I managed to unzip my fly and free my cock, and began to tug at it with one hand and steer the car with the other.
The reason I chose to play with my cock over her pussy or tits was simple. Based on our years together, I was pretty sure she wouldn't awake horny and responsive and would not be keen to pull over somewhere for a bit of alfresco screwing, but instead would be fucking livid at me for taking liberty's and being a pervy bastard. Therefore I had to relieve myself instead and soon.
After a few minutes of my multi-tasking (yes girls, we can when we have to) I got the shock of my life, when the voice beside me said. "What the fuck are you doing...oh Jesus, you dirty twat."
I nearly crashed the fucking car due to a mixture of shock and trying to stuff my stiff dick back in to my kecks.
"Erm....shit, you obviously weren't meant to see that...I erm, well I was well you know."
"Yes, I fucking know what you were doing...but why in the car, on a motorway, while you're supposed to be driving? Oh my god you are fucked up."
"I was fucking horny, very fucking horny, and well...well I knew if i tried the alternative approach I had been thinking of, you would have been even more pissed off with me. So I tried to quench the fire another way, so to speak."
"Oh, aye...and what was the alternative? I suppose that had something to do with me did it?"
"So what if it did. I am married to you, I am allowed to find you attractive and think about doing stuff with you, or to you, its fucking normal you know - though obviously you don't think so, which is why I ended up with my cock in my hand, instead of my hand in your pussy."
"Is that what you were thinking about, fingering me while I slept?"
"Well, erm yeah...that and other stuff."
"Other stuff? What other stuff."
"Look, you were asleep, your legs had parted as you relaxed, and in that short summer dress I could almost see your briefs, plus the seat belt had dislodged the top of your dress and I could see your breast, so it got me horny. Big deal. I'm sat here in the dark, in silence, bored, then I see you like that and my mind got working overtime. Its fucking normal. Its what blokes do. Some women would have loved to have been seduced by their blokes like that, some women would have loved to have been spontaneous and pulled over in to a secluded area for some fun, some women would have even taken on...."
I tried to stop before mentioning "fucking the stranger" part of my fantasy, but it was too late. She picked up on the unfinished sentence.
"Taken on what?"
"Nothing. Doesn't matter."
"No go on. I'm all ears. Might as well hear it all now."
"No."
"For fucks sake tell me."
"No. If you don't like what you saw and heard so far, your are not going to like it. So just leave it and we can move on. You obviously think I am one spanner short of a set as it is, and I know none of this is your thing, or I wouldn't have been tugging on my own cock, I'd have been servicing your pussy instead."
"Look, I'm not daft, I can read between the lines anyway. You were fantasising about me "taking on" another guy weren't you...about being fucked by someone else."
I could only nod, as I felt like a total tool at that point.
"Jesus, Stew...and I suppose he had the stereotypical massive cock, I suppose I sucked it too, and screamed like a banshee cos I had never been fucked as good before. Oh...let me guess, was he also black? Was I being fucked by a BBC in your little world?"
I had never heard her speak so candidly. Using those terms. I was taken-a-back and for a few seconds didn't answer.
When I did, bizarrely I said. "He wasn't black...would you want him to be?"
I had no clue why I asked that. None at all. And I did not expect an answer. But I got one.
"Yes. I think I would prefer him to be black. If you're going to think about me fucking other men, then yeah make it a black guy. There's something about black guys I've always liked...not sure what its is, maybe their confidence, maybe something else entirely, but they have a presence, they have a certain way that makes them very attractive."
"Wow...where did that fucking come from? Little miss butter-wouldn't-melt actually has a thing about black guys and their big dicks!"
"I didn't mention their dicks...that was your fantasy, but now you mention it, maybe that is part of the attraction too." And she actually giggled.
"Christ on a fucking stick. You secretive little whore you."
"You'd like that wouldn't you...me being a whore. Being up for anything, anytime, possibly even being up for anyone...you are a fucking perv Stew...but I have got to say this little incident has got me horny too."
"Really? Like how horny? Horny enough to finger yourself right now, horny enough to fantasise about fucking a black guy and talk me through it while you play with yourself?"
I could see her squirm in her seat, but it wasn't because she was appalled by my suggestion, it was because her pussy was reacting to the suggestion...I could smell the sex in the air, she was wet and I knew she was so desperate to touch herself. My cock was back to rock hard, as I watched her slide her hands under her dress, and then slowly slide her briefs down her legs, off her feet, and on to the footwell of the car.
She licked her two middle fingers on her right hand, hoisted up the hem of her dress, spread her legs wide to expose her vagina and then slipped the two fingers between her labia and began to gently slide them up and down, parting her pussy wider with each pass.
She moaned, and shivered as she found the hooded clit and teased it from hiding. I was finding it hard to keep my eyes on the road, and every time I overtook another vehicle I wondered if they could see her, if the occupants of the other vehicles knew what she was doing. This was especially the case when I passed a truck or a van given their loftier seating position would give them a brief view down in to our car via the passenger window. Oddly, the thought of a truck driver seeing my wife fingering herself as we overtook, made me ejaculate some pre-cum, and I almost preyed one of them did get an eyeful of her in the act.
"So, what's happening? Is there a man with you? What does he look like? Go on describe what your thinking, please."
My cock was out again now, and I had slowed down, partly to be bit safer...but partly so when I did overtake a slow moving truck, they had more time and opportunity to see her as we rolled by.
"He is jet black. Toned and muscled. Washboard stomach, thick thighs, strong arms. I have danced for him. He ordered me to strip slowly as I danced, then ordered me to undress him as I gyrated naked around him, grinding my ass in to his covered cock, before freeing it when it became swollen, and angry and hot."
Was this my wife in the passenger seat? I had never heard her speak like this ever. Not in 15 years of marriage.
