Driving home from North Wales to the South West of England, having spent a weekend at the in-laws, both my wife and I were feeling horny and mischievous. The weather was seriously warming up and it was going to be a scorcher of the day in more ways than one.
We were both thirty years old with no children at the time, but when we visited my wife's parents we always showed respect by not indulging in any sexual activity. On the journey back home, however, my wife and I were fair game.
My wife Gemma is five-seven and she's a beautiful brunette with stunning blue eyes and a sexy, voluptuous body. If I may say so myself. Me, the other half as she jokingly refers to me as, I'm Timothy and I'm five-ten, slim, with short dark hair and brown eyes.
Gemma and I compliment each other in every way. We met in our early twenties and married in our mid-twenties. Our relationship has always been open, honest and fun. Sure, we've had our arguments, but who hasn't? We like the same movies and TV shows. We eat the same foods and we love being in each others company. Not to mention the sex is great, spontaneous and exciting at times.
Anyway, it was Sunday mid-morning when we left North Wales. Not long into the drive home we were in the middle of beautiful mountains and countryside, with not much around except for sheep grazing and a few Sunday drivers on the road.
In no rush to get home and prepare for the working week ahead, Gemma and I relaxed and watched the hills and mountains go by. We talked mostly before suddenly my wife informed me that she was feeling super horny, and couldn't wait to get home and have me fuck her brains out. I grinned, knowing how filthy my wife can be when she talks dirty.
"You read my mind," I chuckled. "I've had a hard-on for the last half an hour!"
Gemma put her hand in between my legs. "Mmmmm, these jeans do seem a little tight," she teased, rubbing my cock through the denim material.
"What's got you so horny?" I smirked, as her hand squeezed and rubbed me.
"No sex since Wednesday might have something to do with it," she laughed. "What's your excuse?"
"I can't stop thinking about taking a detour, somewhere more remote than we are now. We haven't fucked outdoors in ages!"
Gemma laughed again and kept rubbing. "What if we get caught?"
"We won't. We can scan the map on the sat-nav for somewhere unpopulated. There's bound to be tracks leading to really remote locations. Anyway, the risk of getting caught is part of the thrill!" I reminded her.
"I'm not sure it's such a good idea." My wife cooled down and removed her hand. "Maybe I could tease you all the way home instead?" she smiled, suggestively.
"I won't last two minutes if you edge me for the next two and a half hours!" I told her.
"Maybe I'll just show you a snippet of what you'll be getting at home?" My wife smiled and looked behind us.
"I dare you!" I gasped, glancing into the rear-view mirror and finding an empty road behind us.
With that devious, mischievous grin of hers, my wife slowly started unbuttoning the front of her floral V neck summer dress.
"It's been awhile since you got your big tits out in public, Gem," I pretended to complain.
"Because you haven't booked us a summer holiday abroad for ages, you tight sod!"
Gemma was right. A summer holiday to some Spanish or Greek destination was well overdue. Especially when she loves going topless on the beach.
"Noted! Now get your tits out!" I joked again, only I wasn't joking.
Gemma again checked behind us and still the road was empty. We were gaining on the lorry in front of us though, so I slowed down by 10mph to watch her continue unbuttoning the dress.
"Keep your eyes on the road, Mr," she giggled. "I don't want to be in a road traffic accident with my boobs out!" We both laughed.
Gemma then leaned forwards and put her hands behind her back, under the dress. The thin summer outfit opened and revealed her busty white bra and cleavage. My cock throbbed as her bust fell forwards. It throbbed some more when she sat up and thrust her chest out to unclasp her bra.
"Mmmmm, I'll never get tired of seeing your tits!" I groaned.
"Not even when they're old and saggy?" she laughed.
"When you're sixty we can get them lifted, if you like?" I winked.
Gemma laughed at me as she wriggled around in the passenger seat. I'd seen her do this on quite a few occasions. Skillfully removing her bra under a top, blouse or dress.
"Be a good husband and hold onto this for me," she said.
My wife was now holding her bra up, dangling it over the handbrake in mid-air. Suddenly, three motorbikes came flying towards us on the opposite side of the road. Gemma shrieked and instantly dropped her big bra into my lap.
"That was close!" she gasped, pulling her unbuttoned dress tight across her chest.
"They were going too fast to notice," I told her, grinning at what was to follow.
"Open your dress for the next five minutes, and no matter what, or who passes us, you have to keep your tits exposed." I dared her, tossing the bra onto the back seat.
In past experiences of doing this, my wife would usually expose herself for my eyes only, and then cover up when vehicles passed. The beach was the only place I got to enjoy other men looking at her big tits. But like the good sport she was, Gemma flipped open both sides of her dress and accepted the five-minute challenge.
"Hard as bullets!" I exclaimed, glancing back and forth at her nipples standing proud in the centre of her large, dark areolas. Gemma simply laughed at my predictable reaction.
"Sat-nav says it's 10.54am. At 10.59 they're going away... at least for a short while," my wife giggled, trying to relax.
Holding the steering wheel with my left hand, I reached over with my right and gently squeezed both tits. They felt so soft and full I wanted to pull over and grope the fuck out of them.
"A great pair of tits you have there, Mrs," I smiled, then a big red tractor joined the road and turned right towards us from a junction.
"Oh my God! Here comes the slowest fucking vehicle possible! Quick! Speed up, Tim!"
Gemma was flustered, wriggling in the passenger seat and blushing as red as the tractor. The situation added to the excitement, though. She was also giggling, causing her tits to jiggle.
"So what if he sees you. I'm not breaking the speed limit," I shrugged. Adding a little extra exposure for my wife would bring a new dimension to the game. Her nipples looked just as hard as my cock felt.
As we drew nearer to the bumbling farm machine, my wife closed her eyes and tensed as if she was about to hold a hairy tarantula. She hates spiders. I found her aroused discomfort amusing and sexy. The tractor then drew level with the front of our car and the farmer stared right down at Gemma. He looked shocked before he grinned and laughed, beeping his horn at the end.
