Highway Conversation

HIGHWAY CONVERSATION

"Get your cock out."

"What, why?"

"Play with yourself while I tell you about my day."

I said, "Okay, Tell me."

"Not yet. You need to pull your pants down below your knees and send me a photo of your dick."

Why not, I thought. I was stuck in traffic on the interstate. I had called my wife Jenny. I was heading home from a business trip. I hadn't seen her for three days and I missed her terribly. I was using my car's hands-free link for the phone call. We had exchanged pleasantries and I told her of my dilemma. I was dead-still on the interstate with cars all around me, probably stretching for miles. It was dusk. We'd done the phone sex thing before. Why not.

I looked around. There were two lanes of traffic backed up as far as I could see. There was an SUV in the lane to the right of me, slightly behind my car. Nobody could see me.

I undid my belt and the clip holding my pants together. I lowered the zipper, lifted my butt and pulled my pants and underwear off my hips and down past my knees. It was awkward sitting that way, but it was something to pass the time.

"Okay I did it. I don't know how I can drive like this."

"Take your pants off then." She instructed.

"Really?"

"Yes. I want you naked when I tell you what I did today."

I kicked my shoes off and lifted one leg up so I could pull my pants over my foot. I repeated the move with the other leg. I removed my socks too and was naked below the waist. My dick was standing up and touching the bottom of the steering wheel. My bare ass felt funny resting on the seat beneath me.

"Okay. I'm naked from the waist down." I said.

"Take your shirt off."

"People will see me."

"It's almost dark, isn't it."

"Yes, but there are headlights."

"You don't seem to worry about me being naked in the car when you make me strip for you."

"I don't MAKE you do that."

She said, "You know what I mean."

I did. Oftentimes while traveling I would convince her to strip and let truck drivers see her naked.

I looked around and still was hidden from being seen by anyone. I pulled my polo shirt over my head and was buck naked.

She said, "Throw your clothes in the back seat."

"What if a cop stops me?"

"You'd better drive safely."

I threw everything into the back seat of my car. Now my dick was really hard. There was the risk of being seen.

She said, "Take a selfie and send it to me. I want to see your cock."

I retrieved my phone from the console and accessed the camera app. I hit the selfie button and held the phone away from me. I hit the button and it flashed. I hoped the nearby drivers hadn't seen. I looked around. I couldn't tell if the woman in the car to my right had seen the flash. I sent the photo to my wife.

She received it and said, "That's nice. You have a nice hard-on. I'd like to be there so I could put my lips around it and suck it. Want to see what I'm wearing?"

"Sure. I hope you are naked."

She sent me a photo. She was naked from the waist up. The hard nipples on her pretty tits were the highlight of the picture. She was smiling. Her hair was damp and uncombed. She looked beautiful. I wanted to be with her.

"Here's another one." She said and I received it on my phone.

"That's a good photo." Joking, I said, "Who is it?" It was a photo of her pussy.

"You'd better recognize my pussy when you see it."

I said, "Usually it's mashed all over my face."

She said, "See the stuff leaking out of my vagina?"

I did. There was a white substance at the entrance to her treasure box. I wondered what it could be, stunned at what it might be. "What is it?" Confused by the possibility.

"It's cum, you dummy."

"Really? Whose is it?"

She paused for a few moments, then asked, "Want me to tell you about my day?"

"Sure. Please tell me."

Traffic was at a dead stop. I turned off my headlights. The engine was idling quietly. According to my GPS, there had been an accident somewhere ahead. We'd been sitting for twenty minutes before I called Jenny. I looked around. Some people were out of their cars, stretching their limbs. I noticed the woman in the car beside me. She had rolled down her window and seemed to be just looking around.

Jennie said, "Rub your cock for me. Look at the picture of my cunt with semen dripping out of it. It's not yours. Someone else left it there."

"Really? There are people walking around. They'll see me."

"Isn't that too bad? Do you want to hear about my day or not?"

I slid down in my seat. "Okay. I'm listening."

"Yeah. Too bad you weren't here. I can't go for a week without sex and when you aren't here, I have to find someone else to fuck me."

I travel quite a bit with my job, so there have been many absences. "Who have you been fucking?" I asked. Surely, she was kidding.

"Oh. It's different guys. I fucked the mailman a few weeks ago when you were in New York."

"Oh yeah?" The mailman was an older guy who didn't look at all appealing. I didn't believe her.

"The UPS guys like to come to our house, hoping you are away. One time there were two of them. They tag teamed me. My cunt was so messy and you were coming home later that day. You didn't even notice."

I tried to remember, but couldn't. I was stunned by all this, not really believing her. She has a vivid imagination and can spin some very provocative yarns when we are in bed. I thought maybe she was doing that now, but there was the wad of what appeared to be semen in her vagina that led me to consider that she was telling the truth. Regardless, I played along.

She said, "I was doing the wash this afternoon."

"Uh huh."

"You know how I put some of your shirts on a drying rack in the back yard. It's better for them."

"Sure." She had some wooden drying racks that she used.

"Old Man Adams was next door and we started talking."

"Jerry?" Jerry Adams was our neighbor. He was retired, in his sixties, a nice guy. He and his wife Helen were long-time friends. Jenny called him Old Man Adams sometimes.

"Yes, Jerry. He came over and chatted for a while. He had just finished mowing their lawn and was taking a break."

"Was Helen there?"

"No, she was visiting her sister in Milwaukee. He was home alone with the dog."

"Oh."

She went on, "I was wearing that blue dress that you like, with the buttons in the front."

I could picture her. She has a hot little dress that she wears around the house. It only comes half-way to her knees. The top has buttons down the front and a vee-neck. Leaning over, she presents a wonderful opportunity for down-blouse views of her breasts, particularly if she isn't wearing a bra."

"I wasn't wearing a bra. I'd been cleaning up around the house and was in the back yard by the drying racks."

"Uh huh."

"I noticed that Adams was looking down my top. I had left a couple of buttons undone and he probably had a nice view, the old goat."

I was visualizing him ogling her jiggling tits, seeing her red nipples. "I'll bet it made his day."

"Probably did. I undid another button and made a point of bending directly toward him. I deliberately fooled around with the wash to give him a good view. He was looking at my ass every time I turned away from him, too."

I liked hearing about my wife doing daring things, showing off her body. She has a nice figure and we have had many good times with her flashing her tits and even her pussy at strangers. The nude while driving past trucks thing was one of our favorites. We'd been to nude beaches on vacation and she had stripped down on non-nude beaches when nobody was near us. A previous story, 'Breaking the Rules' related a visit to a beach in North Carolina where a park ranger came up her sunbathing in the nude. She just stood up and talked the guy out of any ticket. She just stood there, nude with the poor guy unsure of what to do.

Anyway, she continued talking to our neighbor.

"I was telling him I was doing the wash and remarked about his sweaty shirt and said, 'I could wash that shirt for you. I'm about to put another load in the washer.' He said it could wait but I said it would be no problem."

I was getting more curious and listened more closely to what she was saying.

"He pulled his shirt over his head and handed it to me. I don't know whether he mentioned it or I did, but the shorts he was wearing were sweaty and messy too. 'How about these?' He said."

"I laughed and said, 'Sure, throw those in the basket too.' Damned if he didn't do it. I thought he was kidding."

My lovely wife had my full attention as the tale continued.

"He was wearing boxer shorts and his dick was flopping around in there. He was being bold, so I decided to call his bluff. I said his underwear needed to be washed too."

She paused for a moment. "Well, he called MY bluff and took off his underpants, right there in the back yard. He had removed his shoes and gave me his socks too. He was naked, right there in our yard."

"No shit." I exclaimed.

She asked me, "Are you still playing with your dick?"

"I am."

"Roll down your windows."

"Why?"

"It will add to your arousal if you aren't separated from the other cars by the windows."

I pressed the buttons and the windows went down. The cool night air felt good, particularly on my stiff cock. It was true; I was more aroused. It was dark, but the lights from the dash provided some light. I looked to my right and the woman seemed to be just sitting there. In a way, I wanted her to see me, but only if she wanted to. I'm not into flashing unsuspecting women. With my window open, nothing separated us but air. Wow.

Jenny continued telling me about her day.

She asked me, "Is your cock hard?"

"Yes, of course."

She said, "So was his. I'd never seen Old Man Adams' cock before. He has a big one. He has that long silver mane of hair on his head and his chest. His nest is gray and his prick was sticking out like a hungry bird. He is at least one or two inches bigger than you."

I laughed, "I thought size doesn't matter."

She said, "That's what we tell men so they don't feel inadequate."

Oh boy.

My dear wife continued, "Am I a bad girl looking at other men's cocks?"

"Yes, you are."

"I can't help myself. Whenever I see a dick in a porno or like when I saw your brother's and your friend's cocks, I have this urge to grab them and squeeze."

"You have to learn to control yourself."

She went on, "Well, while I was trying not to be too obvious in looking at his cock, Adams asked if my dress needed to be washed. He said there were some grass stains on it. "

"Did you fall for that?"

"I undid all the buttons in the front and showed him my titties. Then, I dropped the dress off my shoulders and stood there in just my panties and my sandals."

I said, "That must've been a real treat for him."

She giggled and said, "When I bent over to pick up my dress, the old goat pulled down my panties. He pulled them off my hips and they fell past my knees. Then he put his fingers between my legs. He was trying to put a finger in my cunt. I jerked away from him and almost fell over with my panties tangled in my feet. I grabbed my underpants and the wash basket and ran into the house."

"Did the neighbors see you?" I could imagine our conservative neighbors seeing my wife and Jerry Adams standing naked in our back yard.

She said, "I don't think so. The Haskins were home. I'd seen her earlier. Gosh I hope nobody saw. It would be a real neighborhood scandal."

"Then what happened?"

She said, "Well, we went in the laundry room. He watched me load the clothes into the washing machine. I was bending over and my tits were swaying, he grabbed them and pinched my nipples. I couldn't help myself; I reached over and grabbed his dick."

"You're a bad girl. Didn't your mother ever teach you to be careful around boys?"

Jennie laughed and said, "My mother taught me a lot of things, but I learned about cocks on my own."

"Did she teach you how to fuck?"

"No, I learned that from you."

I noticed the woman in the car next to me. She was sitting highe enough that she would be able to see into my car if she moved a few feet forward.

I asked Jenny, "What happened next?" I was stroking my dick, but stopping when I got close to coming.

She said, "We went into the kitchen and I got us a glass of iced tea. I sat down, but he didn't; he walked over in front of me and presented his prick. I felt like a fish with a big worm dangling there. I examined his cock. It has a different shape from yours. Yours sort of sweeps in an upward arc, but his bent a little at the midpoint and angled down. It turned out to be an ideal shape; it curved nicely into my throat when I sucked on it. I licked the underside of his dick and nuzzled his balls. He has nice big balls and the head of his cock was mushroom-shaped like yours."

She was giving me a detailed comparison of my penis versus the neighbor's.

She went on, "With his unusual shape, it was easier to take him all the way into my throat, even though he definitely was bigger than you."

"Maybe this is too much information." I suggested.

She said, "I thought you'd like hearing about me sucking some other man's dick. The dirty stories you read about men watching their wives suck cock seem to really turn you on."

She was right about that, but I was overwhelmed with all she was telling me.

She went on, "I sucked his cock for a while, but he would pull out before he would come. I knew he was hoping to hit the jackpot and fuck me. He probably whacked off thinking about screwing me and it was about to be a dream come true for him."

"So, he didn't come in your mouth."

"No. He face-fucked me for a while, ramming that thing down my throat. I gagged. You know how I like doing that. With his big cock with the different shape, it was really nasty."

Oh great. She liked sucking the neighbor's cock more than mine.

Continuing, she said, "We did that for a while, but we were both eager to get to the main event. I led him into our bedroom and fucked him on our bed. We were both sweaty and dirty. I didn't change the bed, so you'll be able to smell both of us when you get in bed tonight. I left the stain from his cum on the sheets on your side of the bed."

"Nice."

"Well, I don't want to sleep on it."

I was silent for a bit until she went on, "He was a good fuck. Unlike when he fucked my mouth, he was gentle and considerate. He ate my pussy for a while, of course. He said he likes to get to know the neighbors and boy, now he sure knows just about everything about me. I liked the way he sucked on my cunt and I came for the first time since the week before your trip."

I had been preoccupied with my pending trip and had neglected my marital duties. She hadn't been laid in over a week.

She let me know how much she enjoyed being satisfied by Old Man Adams. "He was really good at eating my cunt. You may have noticed; he has a long tongue and long, thin fingers; he had some unusual techniques. He'd flick his tongue over my clit and then bite it with his lips while pushing into my g-spot from the inside. He had me coming in buckets."

"Sounds like you really enjoyed it?"

"I sure did."

Then she said, without much enthusiasm, "He's not as good as you are, of course."

"Of course not." I echoed, wondering.

She went on, "With the different shape of his prick, it really felt great to have him inside me. He crawled up between my thighs and gave me a good half-hour of fucking. I don't know how many times I came. You know how I can have wave after wave of orgasms."

I had gotten her there a few times. It seems Old Man Adams did it to her on his first try.

She said, "He did me bareback, of course. I liked feeling his bare cock sliding against the walls of my cunt and then flooding me with his cum.

She had to be really aroused to call it a cunt.

She added, "When he came inside me, I tried to count. I think he was only the fourth man to ever come inside me."

I recalled that I only knew of three. Her previous boyfriend, me and now Jerry Adams.

Before I could ask who was the fourth, she said, "Well, five, with Adams."

She asked if traffic was moving yet. It wasn't.

She asked, "Are you still naked."

"I am."

"Are you pulling your pud?"

"Yes. I have to be careful not to come."

"Good boy. I want you to save your cum for me."

I said, "Once traffic clears, I'll be home in less than two hours."

"I can hardly wait. My pussy needs your cock in her."

Then she asked, "Can anybody see you?"

"No. It's almost dark."

"What cars are around you?"

"There's a woman in an SUV to my right."

"I'll bet the woman could see your prick if she looked."

I looked over at her. She was just a bit ahead of me, but she was sitting a bit higher than I was. I realized that she could look across the seat in my car and possibly see my dick poking up. Her window was open, now. I wondered if she could hear me talking to my wife. Had she heard Jennie's description of her fucking the neighbor? I discretely looked over and the woman was turned so she seemed to be looking ahead of my car.

"Maybe she can, but it's dark."

"Get even with her and draw her attention to you. Turn on the dome light. I want that other woman to see your hard cock."

"No way! I can't do that."

"You pull beside trucks and have them look at my naked cunt. Why can't you do the same."

"It's not the same. Guys like looking at naked women. Women are grossed out. She'd think I was a pervert."

"No, she wouldn't. You're a nice clean-cut guy, not some freak. I'll bet she would like to suck your dick. Since traffic isn't moving, she could come over into your car for a while. She could put your cock in her mouth and swallow your cum."

I looked at the woman and entertained such nasty thoughts, but I knew better than to act on them.

But then the woman looked at me and smiled. Oh shit. Was she going to call the cops? I looked ahead like I didn't see her.

She motioned with her hand like she was turning a knob or something. She wanted me to turn on a light. I wasn't going to turn on the dome light. I remembered the map light in the visor above my head. I pulled down the visor and pushed the light switch. The little light shined directly onto my hard prick, poking up from my lap.

I said, "The woman in the car is looking at me. I turned the map light on so she can see my prick."

Jenny said, "Turn toward her so she can see it good."

I did. "I think she can hear us talking with the windows open."

My wife said, "It makes me jealous when other women look at your cock. Are you rubbing it for her."

The woman was looking directly at me. She held up her cell phone, wanting me to pose.

"She want's my photo." I told my wife.

She said, "Let her take one. Maybe she'll put it on the internet."

"Maybe she'll give it to the police."

Jenny laughed suggested, "They'll put the photo of your prick on those wanted posters in the post office. Every cop who stops you will make you drop your pants and show them your dick."

"There are lady cops too."

"They won't be ladies once they see the size of your prick."

"Yeah right." I said. I'm not very big, actually.

The woman in the next car took her picture. I heard her say, "This is just for me. Tell your wife not to worry."

I nodded to the woman and she said. "I want to see you come."

Jenny heard her and said, loudly so the woman could hear, "I'll make him come for both of us."

The woman had my attention and I was surprised to see her pull her shirt up over her head. She reached behind her to unhook her bra. She held it up and then threw it in the back seat of her car.

I continued to rub my cock. My neighbor lifted up and set her bare tits on the window sill of her car. She had nice big breasts with large pink areolas and pointy nipples. She held them there for a few moments.