I dream that I am driving on the interstate highway outside of town, in the early a.m. hours. In the center of the back seat of the car is my lover. On her right is seated a man, on her left another. In the front seat with me is a woman, who had previously been in the company of the two men who now sandwich my lover in the backseat between them. Although the dream does not reveal how we all came to be in the car together, in my mind that isn't a problem. I seem to know, and it apparently has something to do with a "debt" of some kind which is owed to this group by me. The "payment", of course, is going to be sexual.
The talk in the backseat is of a frank nature, with the two guys speaking in murmured tones about what they intend to do with their fellow passenger. She raises no voice in protest of their salacious designs. There's a lot of shuffling and groping and other indistinct sounds coming from the backseat, but I can only take momentary glimpses in the rearview mirror of what's going on back there, as I have to keep my eyes (mainly) on the road ahead. However, the woman in the front seat with me turns her head around frequently, keeping her eyes glued on the back seat occupants. Seemingly oblivious to me, her hands roam between her legs, rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her clothes.
At one point as we cruise down the highway, a passing trucker flashes his truck lights in appreciation of the eyeful he must be getting when he passes us on the right. He slows down for awhile, revving his diesel engine and blasting his airhorn into the night like a horndog coyote! The woman beside me laughs, blows him a kiss, and then says, "slow down to let this clown pass us, before he loses control of his rig and causes an accident." She unbuttons her blouse and flashes her tits at him as I shift into a lower gear, forcing him to race ahead. We drive onward, leaving the town far behind.
Adjusting the rear view mirror, I now see a pair of pants on the back dash of the car. Both of the men appear to be fully clothed, their arms brazenly fondling and groping their fellow passenger. I surmise that the pants don't belong to them...
We stop at a roadside rest. It is dark outside but a circle of soft, pale light from a lamppost illuminates the immediate area of our car. After I switch off the engine, the back door swings open and the two men get out, holding their captive firmly between them. She is still wearing her dark leather jacket, but somehow her blouse and bra are missing and, most surprising, her pants have been removed. She appears almost delirious, unsteady on her feet, and the two men lead her away, holding onto both her arms. My feelings are conflicted as I watch them pulling at her. I am jealous as hell...but also strangely aroused.
Although she appears hesitant, she doesn't struggle with the two men. They lead her to a nearby set of picnic tables in a darkened area of the deserted roadside rest. Sitting her up on the edge of the closest table, one man seats himself beside her and the other one stands between her legs. Jealousy takes over and I start to leave the car, but the woman beside me runs her hand up my pantleg until it rests on my crotch.
She purrs, "Stay where you are.... There's nothing you can do. She won't be harmed. In fact she is going to enjoy this more than she may want to admit. Besides, I'm going to stay here with you and make it worth your while." She gives my cock a squeeze and then slides her panties down to her knees. The nightlight splashes on her smooth thighs. Reason and arousal triumph over jealousy....
The two men are admiring the object of their desire. One stands between her legs and then spreads them so he can move in closer. The other man bends her head back while he gropes and fondles her exposed breasts, planting forceful kisses on her face, her lips and her neck. She leans back to accommodate him. Another flush of anger and jealousy courses through me, but the woman in the front seat dampens it with her fingers by unzipping my pants. "Let's see what you've got in here," she says. Then she tickles my cock and balls. "Your lover doesn't seem to be resisting their caresses. Does that upset you?" she asks, impishly. I growl something unintelligible. She pulls down the waistband of my underwear, exposing an undeniable erection. "Why should you be angry? You don't seem to mind what I'm doing just now," she continues to taunt. She releases the front clasp of her bra. Her tits are lovely. I'm a contorted mess.
She slides across the front seat of the car and unbuttons my pants. "Lift up your hips so I can slide these down." I do just that. Now we're both sitting there together with our pants down to our knees. She is rubbing her gleaming cunt with one hand and stroking my dick with the other. I look outside and see one man going down on my lover, while the other manhandles her body from behind. While standing above and behind her, he squeezes her breasts and pinches her nipples. She leans back while the one guy continues munching on her cunt. His rigid cock is in one hand, as he strokes its entire length. Her legs are resting on his shoulders.
The other man pushes her head and shoulders down, until her face is level with his crotch. Then he orders her to unzip his pants for him. She reaches up, unzips his pants, and pulls out his bone-hard cock. He tells her to stroke it for him. She whimpers but complies, as the other man laps at her creamy pussy. The man standing above her body is making nasty remarks: "Oh Yeah, Baby... That's the way I like it.... Your hands on my balls, and stroking my cock.... I bet your boyfriend wishes it was his cock you were fondling.... You like it too, don't you Baby? You like having your pussy licked while you stroke that manmeat, don't you?"
Then he asks his cohort, "Hey Man, is that some sweet creamy cooz, or what?"
