Nuts for Breafast

"I can't believe that three days are over so soon. I really really hoped you could've stayed for a bit longer..." I consciously drowned out whatever my bestie was mumbling and focused on the view outside the window. The sky was still dark, only the edges of the horizon a lighter kyanite. The moon was still up there, white and fading as the sun was waiting to climb. I looked at my watch.

3.45 am.

There was no trace of pink because morning was hours away. We had to catch an early morning flight back home. The highway was almost empty and one or two cars whizzed past. Bestie seemed like a careful driver so basically our car was crawling at a snail's pace.

"You okay?" He whispered to me.

"Hmm," I mumbled, not quite focusing.

"It seems like yesterday that I was waiting for your flight to land in the evening and now you're leaving..." Her voice was tuning in and out of my focus.

I guess the incident of the first night at bestie's place was bugging me, taking me on a guilt trip every time it jumped up into my waking consciousness. A part of me knew it was nothing to feel guilty about, but the reserved part of me winced every time someone brought up the 'night' thing.

My husband placed his hand over my hands clasped in my lap. He must have sensed the tension. I let myself relax a bit as he took my hand and kneaded it gently between his palms. I looked at him. Maybe he was the reason I had been feeling so guilty in the first place. He has always been a private person, even more than me. I was the wilder one demanding hugs and kisses, jumping on him anytime and every time. And that night he didn't even realise what happened. It was my fault that I didn't lock the door.

"I hope you can visit anytime soon," Bestie slowed the car further and looked back at me. "You okay? You've been awfully quiet."

"I'm fine." I groaned.

"No you are not," she argued.

And that snapped the last remaining threads of my sanity.

"You know, you're right," I hissed. "I am not okay. This guilt is..."

She hit the brake quickly and the car skidded to a halt.

"I left the door open but it's your fault," I mumbled. "You should've done the right thing and not... you know..." I threw my hands in the air.

"What is this all about?" Confusion was clear on his face.

"He doesn't know?" Bestie asked. I glared at her. "Obviously he doesn't. What would I have told him?"

"Told me what?" he interjected.

I stayed quiet.

"Your door was open the other night and I kinda watched you two together... Umm," Bestie sighed.

"You watched us have sex?" he frowned.

"And maybe pleasured myself to it..." her voice trailed off. I was too ashamed to even look at him

"Wow."

My eyes shot up at him. Out of all exclamations, 'wow' was what I had not expected.

"Did you see her watch us?" He then asked me.

I nodded, watching his face clearly for signs of anger, guilt... anything at all but he looked calm.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay. It has been a long time I've had sex since the younger one was born. So when I heard you both, so passionate, so in love, so eager to please each other, I couldn't help but watch. It was all so new and you both were so hot and I couldn't help..."

My cheeks flushed. It was the first time someone had mentioned that our lovemaking was hot. I mean it was a first time someone had actually seen us do it and it'd probably be the last too but there was a certain kind of pride in knowing our sex was hot enough to arouse someone else.

"And besides you of all people know I've never pleasured myself, not by myself at least," she added.

I took a quick look at my husband. He was trying hard to maintain the neutral expression on his face, giving us ladies the time to sort it out. I knew he might be building all kinds of scenarios in his head which I was sure were more outrageous than what actually happened.

"You have never masturbated?" He asked her directly.

"That's the part you picked out of the whole conversation?" I groaned.

"No, I haven't but it's a good feeling," bestie replied honestly. I sucked in air forcefully. I had never imagined this day would come but here I was, having the most awkward conversation in my life and yet it was kind of arousing.

"I'm happy you got to." He smiled. Damn, was that a flirtatious smile? Shit, he really was imagining things.

"To be honest, I have a lot to learn from you both on how to spice up sex," she admitted sheepishly.

"We aren't..." I began.

"Will it sound odd if I maybe want to see it again, like closer, like you know maybe next time you come over..." she gave a nervous laugh.

"Watch us have sex?" My jaw had fallen open. He chuckled beside me, obviously enjoying the conversation. How many times had we talked about exhibition and made up imaginary scenarios?

"Not really have sex," she turned back to the windscreen and sighed. "Honestly, I specifically want to see what you did to him under the table that day. I knew something was up and I haven't been able to get that out of my head. I mean if there was any way someone could teach me how to pleasure him better, then maybe my hubby would go the extra mile and go down on me. "

"That is a lot to process," I scratched my head.

I turned to him. "Are you really okay with whatever happened?"

"Yes, I mean it was her," he shrugged, "Thankfully not a random stranger that caught us."

"A good point," I mused

"Hey, hey, look at me. " He took my face in his palms gently. "It's okay. You know I don't mind. We had always talked about these, just never imagined it happening in real. But now that it has, and it's gone, so no regrets. But if you really want, it can happen again."

I could feel wetness pooling between my legs at the thought of the sight I had witnessed the other night -- my bestie in a flimsy nightgown with messed up hair and her nipples hard as rock, straining through the fabric, with her chubby arms and deep cleavage on display -- the mom figure is definitely a sexy one, a chubby mom, more so. And there she was at the door, her voluptuous boobs heaving up and down, one hand disappearing beneath her nightgown, pleasuring herself to the sight of me riding my lover. I had never felt sexier myself.

"It does turn me on," I mumbled. And his lips crashed on mine, slowly, sensually, lapping me up, leaving me breathless. "I don't mind. Stop feeling guilty." he breathed. And for a second it was just the two of us. The person on the driver's seat was just another spectator to this fabulously hot scene. His lips sought mine again, harder this time, hungry and demanding and he broke the kiss finally to kiss my forehead.

"Sorry about that. Can't keep my hands off her," he said to our bestie, playfully draping one arm around me and squeezing me.

"Okay then," I smiled, laying my head on his shoulders.

"Glad to see you are okay," bestie revved up the engine. The car started a slow crawl forward again. I decided to get more cosy and slid my head down to his lap. Just as my cheeks grazed along the zipper of his jeans, I felt the lump. The little boy trapped in there was really jumping inside.

I turned my head to his face and narrowed my eyes at him. He realised I had felt his growing erection. "What? You got my imagination running."

"Me?" I pouted.

"Okay fine. The thought of her watching us turned me on. I have all kinds of scenarios going in my head right now and I really can't stop him from growing when my head is filling up with naughty images," he admitted.

"Did I hear that right?" she teased from the front seat.

"Damn, you can't just tell me you're hot and ready without me wanting to jump on you at this moment," I groaned, purposefully scooting closer, resting my cheeks on the zip area. The tool obviously felt my touch, jumping up again. "Little guy recognises me from over two layers." I chuckled slowly.

"Well, when you want to jump, you should jump," bestie teased again.

"Only if we weren't in a moving car and the windows weren't transparent," I sighed.

The car screeched to a halt again.

"It's 4 am in the morning and the light inside and outside of the car is really low and nobody cares about a random car stopped on a highway," she announced.

"Right," I rolled my eyes. "As if I would, with you watching..."

"I can wear my headphones and pretend to go la la la," she gave us a loopy grin. "Or you've already seen me watching you. Doesn't make a difference."

My juices flowed unexpectedly again. The thought of taking him in the backseat of a car was hot, but with a person watching, it was the real deal and as much as I hated to admit it, the thought of showing off the skills I mastered, really turned me on.

My eyes met his. He was only looking at me with a mixture of love and lust in his eyes. He nodded slightly. I didn't need any more invitations.

I shuffled and wriggled as much as the car would allow me and then I was parting his legs apart, planting myself on the soft rubber floor of the car, between his open legs. I popped open the belt buckle and the top button, gently sliding down the zip. And in the same breath I placed my palm flat at the tender spot between his legs, feeling his manhood respond to me. It was a quick move and not at all awkward. It was as if our bodies knew the drill. It was a choreographed dance we could perform anywhere.

When I gave the tool a friendly squeeze, he swelled further. I pulled down his underwear and out the manhood jumped, like a bird finally free from the cage. It was hot and heavy in my hand. I caressed the smooth skin slowly, tracing the veins, grazing the foreskin. He moaned. She gasped behind me. But I was oblivious to the entire thing. My whole focus was on him.

"Teach me, please," Bestie mumbled from behind me.

"Watch and learn," I breathed, slowly placing my lips on the tool, kissing my way from the base to the tip, making a trail to the tip and back, but not touching the sensitive spot that glistened pink, dying for attention. A little drop of precum was forming at the tip, glistening in the fading light of the early morning. When I placed a kiss right at the top, I felt it touch my lips, slowly trailing down my chin. I didn't mind as I threw my tongue out, swirling it slowly over his shaft in a circular motion.

"Damn," she breathed in an aroused husky tone.

"Don't forget the cherries," I grinned, using my fingers to slowly rotate the hanging sack, like chocolate balls. I kissed them slowly, taking each in my mouth in turns, as my hands continued to pump the tool, milking it slowly. By the time I left the balls and turned to it, the tool was as hard as a brick. I took it into my mouth, pleased at the happy sound my partner made as my head bobbed up and down over his smooth shaft. I drew back to dot kisses on the exposed part of his inner thighs. He was obviously enjoying the sensation, plus the show we were putting on for bestie. He didn't always shave, so the tufts of black hair were like a crown, trying to hide my favourite parts but my fingers knew their way -- rolling, pinching, caressing the ball sack. I continued moving my lips up and down the hard member, my tongue lapping him up like an ice-cream stick. He smelled of sweat and manly musk and tasted like heaven.

With another grunt, I knew he was ready. I reached for my purse at the nick of the moment and grabbed a tissue, catching his hot jets on the tissue. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the post orgasmic bliss. I took a quick look at my bestie. Her eyes were widened and her cheeks flushed. I wondered if she had gone on a ride of her own.

I cleaned up the flaccid little one before placing one more kiss and tucking him back in.

"Damn. I can't really let you go after what you just did," he whispered, grabbing my arms.

"You can't..." I squealed. He had lifted me up on the seat and grabbed my hips, jerking me towards him so I was almost half lying on the seat, my legs splayed on either side of him. The edges of my flared skirt riding up wasn't helping at all.

"Yes I can," he chuckled, his hands slowly climbing up my thighs. I caught a glimpse of our bestie. Could her eyes grow any bigger? Her breathing was rapid and her big boobs heaved up and down. Her hand was somewhere between her legs again, that too on the driver's seat.

I focused back on what my husband was doing to me. He had replaced his fingers with his lips and was now kissing his way up my inner thighs. Everywhere his lips touched me, my skin erupted in the heat of passion. His touch was the matchstick and I was just a stack of hay. Without warning, he dived his head into my skirt and grabbed the hem of my panty with his teeth, gently tugging it down. He dotted kisses on the gentle dip between my stomach and my mound before dragging the panties down further and blew his hot breath on my most sensitive area. The sudden whoosh of air hitting my wet cleft sent my skin into goosebumps.

My skirt was still halfway up when his lips met my lower lips, sucking along the edges gently. I felt for the leather of the seat, anything to clutch. He chuckled between my legs, sucking on my outer lips again with pure dominant lust. It was almost as if he was hungry for a taste of me. My eyes met that of the woman on the front seat, who was lapping up the scene like an obedient puppy. When our eyes met, it had to be the most erotic feeling ever. His tongue lashed out at the right moment, probing my folds, hitting the clit right on spot with hot desperate laps. The urge to close my legs was intense. He sensed it and used his arms to gently hold my legs, my skirt riding up more in the process, my core now utterly visible to the voyeur on the front seat. Her own hands jerked violently somewhere underneath her. I could feel the orgasm building slowly inside me like a hot flutter that was a heady mix of intense arousal and pleasure. I was coming undone under the expert strokes of his tongue. All the nerves seemed to light up on fire as I rode his tongue to my first exploding orgasm.

Bestie seemed to be squirming in her own seat as she came with a soft sigh too.

"Damn, that was intense," I panted.

"I know right," he mumbled, placing one more kiss on my tender, swollen lips before hooking his arms under my back, lifting ne up and seizing my lips for a quick kiss. I tasted the tangy saltiness of my own juices on his lips before he released me triumphantly. I wriggled my panties back on, still dazed. We three stayed in our positions for a while, basking in the silence of a sizzling morning session.

"And that's how your hubby should give you the return gift," he laughed, scrambling up to a seating position. That was meant for bestie.

"Wow," she said, totally flushed and still red. "You two are just so freaking hot. You are like sex goals."

"Got a good teacher," he mumbled, wriggling his eyes and placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

"I got a good teacher too," I laughed, lifting his hand to my lips and stealing a kiss.

"Sweetest, hottest, loveliest couple ever," bestie smiled widely. "Thank you..." she paused,"...for everything."

We looked at each other and nodded. Bestie turned back to her steering, adjusting her dress again. "Umm, so should we go?"

"I can drive if you are too..."

"Shut up," she shushed him, turning the key in the ignition and the car trotted forward again. The edges of the horizon were just catching the faded blue shade of the morning sky and the moon had disappeared somewhere. I closed my eyes savouring the feel of the autumn breeze and smiled to myself.