***Please note, this story contains foot fetish and wife sharing. If this is not something you're into, please move along. I do not care to read your comments, they do not bother me***
Last Friday, my wife and I were invited to a friends 40th birthday party. It was more of a get-together than a party, really. Several couples who each brought a dish to pass, and drinking, while hanging out in the backyard around a fire.
We made the 50 minute drive and arrived there at 5:15pm. My wife and I dressed casual, as the weather was warm and sticky. She wore a pair of gray capri's that were tighter fitting, almost like yoga pants. Her top was a thin, white v-neck shirt. She topped her look off with a pair of black Guess slide-ons.
I wore a pair of gray golf shorts and a royal blue t-shirt, with tennis shoes. When we arrived, I pulled our rolling cooler from the trunk. Inside was each of our drinks of choice - a bottle of black cherry flavored vodka for her, a bottle of spiced rum and a few cans of coca cola for me. I also remembered to bring our folding chairs with as well.
We made the walk up the driveway and were greeted in the garage by the guy who was turning 40. We each said hello and hugged, wishing him a Happy Birthday. We made a stop inside to the kitchen to drop off our dish. After a few, quick hellos, we made our way to the backyard. I continued to set up our two chairs and poured my wife and I our first drinks.
Drinks went down pretty smoothly. We decided to each make a small plate of food to snack on. Then, I poured our next rounds. I was trying to pace us since we are not heavy drinkers, and our ride home was almost an hour. We continued to mingle with the other couples for a few hours and decided it was time to head home. It was now 10:30pm.
At this point, I had drank 3 tall rum and cokes. My wife had 3 tall vodka and waters. I was definitely feeling a buzz, but not to the point where I didn't think I could drive us home safely.
As we started making our way home, I moved my right hand to my wife's left thigh. I gave her a few small squeezes and she looked over at me, glassy-eyed. It was clear her drinks had caught up to her. She proceeded to grab my hand with both of hers and slid it to her pussy. I gently rubbed over her pussy through her pants.
This went on for only a minute before my wife sat up. She hooked her thumbs into her waistband and tugged her pants down. My wife put her bare feet up to the dashboard and continued to pull her pants off completely. She was now sitting in the passenger seat in her underwear and top.
I returned my hand to her pussy, but not before sliding my fingers inside them. I began toying with her clit when I suggested she remove her panties too. She quickly obliged. My wife then turned slightly in her seat so that her pussy was facing me. She pulled her legs up, her right leg resting on the dashboard, her left leg on my headrest.
I took my first two fingers and slid them into her already wet pussy. She growled. I was taking turns watching the road and watching my fingers slide in and out of her. After I pumped my fingers in and out a few times, I withdrew my fingers and attacked her clit. Her body tensed and she groaned approval.
I then brought both fingers to my mouth and tasted her pussy from my fingers.
"You like that?" she asked me.
"Mmhmm," is all I could respond before sliding both fingers back into her waiting pussy.
I checked the GPS and we were halfway home. I sped up my pace with my fingering and she was starting to get very vocal.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah? You like playing in the car babe?" I teased.
"Mmm, I think I'm gonna cummm!"
she said
"Cum for me baby, I want to taste it," I responded.
I then fingered my wife to her first orgasm. Her legs were shaking. After a few seconds, she composed herself and sat up again. This time, she sat up onto her knees and leaned forward, into my lap. She was attempting to remove my belt and open the zipper of my shorts. I reached over to my right and gave her ass a nice slap. Once I felt my cock freed from my shorts, her mouth quickly sucked it.
This was a very rare occasion for me. My wife almost never gave me a blowjob. In fact, I could probably count on one hand the number of times she has sucked my cock since we've been together, 20 years ago.
It felt amazing. My fingers found her honeypot again. I was again fingering her, her ass up in the air, facing the passenger window, as she continued to suck my hard as a rock cock. After a minute, I had to stop her from sucking so that I didn't cum. I wanted to hold off until we got home.
My wife obliged and sat back in her seat. I adjusted so that I could continue switching from fingering her pussy and toying with her clit. Another few minutes passed and she was having orgasm #2. I kept my fingers deep inside her pussy as I felt a wave of cum rushing out of her.
Once she stopped gushing, I furiously began fingering her again. Not less than 10 seconds and orgasm #3. My wife was so shocked that she came again.
"Wow," I said, "this is so fucking hot!"
"What the hell is going on? Why am I cumming so much?" she asked confused.
"It looks like you might be a multi-orgasmic girl," I answered.
"Holy shit," she muttered.
With that said, I again furiously fingered her. And again, within 10 seconds, orgasm #4. Then #5, and #6.
I was now fingering my wife with determination. It was wave after wave of juices flowing out of her pussy. I was set on setting some type of record. Orgasm #7. I noticed we were very close to home and felt challenged to get to 10 orgasms before we pulled into our driveway.
In my mind, it was the least I could do given the fact that I never lasted long enough for my wife to orgasm when we had sex. I always came way too soon. I'm sure all of this was a build -up from that.
"Let's see how many we can get you to before we get home," I teased.
"I don't get this at all, what is wrong with me?" she asked out loud.
"Nothing at all babe. This is probably all your build-up over the years when I came too soon," I offered as an answer.
Orgasm #8 approached soon after. Then #9 was right behind it. As we made our final turn onto our street, I fingered her fast and hard one last time....#10! We did it! I was so proud of her and myself. My wife's pussy was soaking wet, as was her seat and the car floor.
I pulled into our driveway when I noticed a familiar car parked near the top. It was our good friend Dan.
"Shit! What is he doing here?" my wife asked dejected.
"No idea!" I responded, just as irritated.
She managed to get her pants back on as she exited our car. I walked past Dan's car first and noticed it was empty.
"Maybe he just parked it here?" I stated unsurely to my wife.
"Maybe...." she said trailing off.
When we walked inside our house, I was reminded that I forgot to leave any lights on earlier. We rounded the corner from the kitchen to our living, my wife following closely behind me.
That's when I saw Dan was in fact in our house, sleeping on the couch.
I motioned for my wife to head upstairs while I talk to him. My wife lovingly gave my still hard cock a squeeze as she walked by, up the stairs.
I leaned towards Dan and nudged his right arm. Nothing.
A second nudge, this time a little harder. Slight movement.
"Dan....wake up," I said as I nudged him a third time.