Her shapely thighs were bare against the black leather seat of my new Maxima. I watched as her finger traced the outline of her moist folds peaking out from her bare mound. Her eyes focused on her recently shaved and completely exposed pussy, with an occasional slutty glance toward me and another toward the occasional passing car.
This was my beautiful wife, the teacher, the friend, the daughter, the athleteā¦
The scent of her musky, yet sweet sexual aroma filled the car and the sight of her exposed pussy still filled my head with amazement and arousal while at the same time filling my erection to a swollen state, like a volcano that could erupt without even the slightest of touch. My hardened member pressed against the lining of my suit pants, begging to escape into the sexually infused air of the car.
As my wife licked her fingers and spread her legs even wider, switching hands to keep her state of arousal up, I noticed the stream of wetness that was making itās way down to the seat, soaking her entire ass and trickling along the passenger seat. It was a good thing that I didnāt have any alcohol for the last two hours at the bar, or there would have been no way I could have kept my focus, as the car cruised along at 55 MPH. Her moans grew more intense and more frequent. Without even seeing the quickening pace of her fingers on her hard clit, I knew she was close to a mind shattering orgasm. The scene was so electric, so intriguing to me, that I could feel my restrained cock pulsing from the rush of sexual energy.
Here was Jeanine, my wife, the conservative āI only shop at THESE storesāā¦ āI only wear THESE clothesā type ā and a teacher to boot, pushed her pelvis up high and stroked her clit masterly to a blissful and dramatic orgasm, her body bucking as her fingers pinched through her Anne Taylor blouse and her body convulsed as her panties and designer skirt draped around her ankles. I reflectedā¦ I couldnāt help but marvel at how far weād come to reach this point.
Not the earth shattering orgasm that my wife was just about to reach in my passenger seat, but this state of constant arousal and sexual pleasure that has replaced the hum drum, missionary sex only on the weekends life that we had for so many years. My wifeās body grew stiff and her muscles tightened as she gyrated up and down, moaning and grunting in deep pleasureā¦releasing a āmmmmmmā from her clenched teeth as the orgasm flowed through her body and she enjoyed the euphoria of the release, the feeling of her sticky fingers buried inside of her. I knew she was thinking of me as much as the truck driver we passed a few miles ago, the teenagers in the pick up off of the on-ramp and the guy at the toll booth. Her orgasm was heightened by the shock factor of the act itself, but the taboo and forbidden act that none of her fellow teachers or moms from the neighborhood would ever imagine. This is what fueled both of our firesā¦.I enjoyed seeing her struggle to find her cotton undies from under the seat as much as I enjoyed watching her take them off when we started our journey home. For my pleasure, she brought one finger to her mouth and licked the juices with her tongue, giving me a little more of a show and tasting the scent of her wetness that she had come to love as much as me ā something you would have never seen her do even a year agoā¦sucking the finger inside and then letting me sample the other finger. We shared a satisfying smile and she looked around at the cars passing by and pulled her underwear from her ankles and put it to her face, inhaling the scent of them and feeling so free and nasty ā her bare ass against the leather, her fluids drenching her skirt and her moist asshole as she moved slightly to adjust herself. I knew she delayed getting dressed to wallow in the euphoria of the event and to make it last as long as possible. How naughty she was and how amazing it made both of us feel!
Jeanine is a very attractive woman, but would normally go āunder the radarā if you were looking for the sexy or slutty type. You could easily pass her in the grocery store and not think anything sexual or remember anything distinguishing about her.
With her stylishly short brown hair, green eyes, slim body and conservative dress, you might refer to her as a āplain Janeā. She is meticulous, with careful attention to the details of her work, her athletics and she thrives on structure and doing things the right way. She doesnāt even own a thong and when we met, had only slept with one other guy back in college.
Our sex life included some steamy sessions and some passionate nights, but as we approached our late thirties and with two little ones running around, things in the bedroom slowed down considerably. As two working parents, we didnāt have much time for each other, a nice meal, let alone sex or any type of intimacy. We were both to blame. I kept late hours at the office and she didnāt save any of herself for me ā busy with school and the commitments of motherhood and everything that goes along with it. A lot of the time it felt like there was no āconnectionā between us sexually or just in general. I hate to admit it, but the thought of divorce was inevitableā¦and I knew she felt it too. We just werenāt clicking in any way. Every argument was a āhe said, she saidā and we started to let things lie, festering and eventually it felt like I was living with a stranger.
Weekends went by with no sex. I couldnāt remember the last time we even kissed!
It got to the point, where we were good roommates. I was watching porno movies and going on-line for my sexual needs and I didnāt think she even had any. It appeared that she was consumed by her job as a teacher, training for a triathlon and being a mom. When the kids were in bed and I was on the computer, I wondered if she ever masturbated in bed or had any sexual thoughts. There were no signs of anything! She was a dam of sexual repression ā naturally, I thought it was impossible to go that long without sex, but I knew that her dam would have to break. But when?
One particular night in the summer, we went out with couple friends and Jeanine was laughing at my jokes and touching my arm. She was usually more laid back during the summer, without the stress of school, but she seemed to be overly compassionate and touch. Was this all for show or was intimacy showing itās face after so long. I figured that after so long, we were both still here and now it was summer and she had most of the day to relax. Maybe she finally realized that it was her and not me - co-existing really wasnāt doing the trick. That night, I felt, we would kiss passionately and rekindle the lost flames of our sexual desire.
