I guess it all started when we began talking about our fantasies for each other. You see, I had never even conceived of not being jealous of my wife's sexy body. But as we spent more and more time together, I started seeing her for what she really was to me: Sexy, sensual, and only mine.
Let me describe her for you. She's a little bit older than I, with a body that brings me to attention every time I think about her. Long, blond hair, killer brown eyes, and a set of legs that are soft and smooth to the touch. Her tits are large and full, with big nipples that beg to be sucked, bitten, and licked. Her skin is tan and sleek, with these great tan lines that accentuate all the best parts.
My fantasy night may or may not be carried out, but I'd like to write down what could happen for us. I hope that she gets off on this as much as I do. Just looking at pictures that we took, imagining other people seeing her accidentally, gives my adrenaline a red line rush.
As I mentioned before, I was always the jealous type, but knowing that she would never stray gives me the freedom to see her at her sexiest, with the ability to tease all the other guys, but getting satisfied by me alone. I never dreamed how liberating this feeling was until recently.
Let's take a peek at how our night would go.
From the start, we both get dressed to the tip to go to a few places and show off. I'm not sure if she would like me to be found attractive to other women, but I know how hot it gets me to see her exhibitionist side.
She has got to be described to be believed. From the top down, she looks so hot I can barely contain myself, and almost break down and beg to have her before we leave. But she knows how to hold me back, knowing how much greater the pleasure will be after a while.
Her long blond hair is done up in the "Just been laid" style. Wild and curly, it frames her face perfectly. She has an enough makeup to attract the eye, like a model from the pages of a gentlemen's magazine. Big luscious lips that I know can take me in, and fully satisfy. Her blouse is sheer, with a pattern that almost hides the fact that it can be seen through, and opened down the middle of her ample cleavage, exposing the sides of her great, tan tits. She knows how this drives me wild, and when she bends down, you might catch a glimpse of her perfect dark areolas. This, coupled with a bra that accentuates and presses them up and out, makes for an impressive display of the female form.
Her voluptuous hips and ass are covered by a black skirt that rides about six inches above the knee, with a slit that comes up the side that exposes the tops of her legs. Beneath, there dark thigh high stockings attached by a garter. Beneath the skirt, the cool night air is caressing a beautifully trimmed, naked pussy. I may not be the only man who knows this after tonight, but I'll surely be the only one tasting it...
I have her pictures up in another screen right now as I write this story, for she is the muse that drives the pen.
As we start out of the house, I don't tell her where we are off to, just that we will be spending a lot of time teasing each other, bringing each other close to the point of coming, but not quite. We get into the car, and off down the highway we go. This is where the games begin.
I've always loved car games. Being out on the road, letting other drivers get a quick peek at the carnal pleasures my wife holds. It's almost a pity they can't be enjoying what I have. And there is only a pane of glass between us. As we drive down the dusky highway, I have her lean back just a little in the seat. Her sheer blouse gets another button opened, then another, then the last. I open her bra from the front, and allow the sides of the blouse to barely cover the sides of her tits. I ask her to spread her legs, so the skirt hikes up to just below her already soaked lips.
I have to tell you, I love to get her wet. She gets slick, soaked, and wonderful to the touch. And the taste is exquisite. Many a time have I eaten her out, to the point where we're both soaked.
Since we're in a low car, I'm not really sure what can and can't be seen. And for what it's worth, I hope she's giving a great show to whoever can see. She slides my hand up her thigh, allowing me a brief feel of her wonderful pussy. Christ, she's soaked already, and the fun is just beginning! I reach up, and move her blouse away from her tits, so she can feel the warm night air on her nipples. Now I have the chance to caress them, starting from the top near her shoulder, rubbing down toward her stiffening nipples. I pinch her nipple tight, and get a squeal of pleasure. Her nipples are very sensitive, and she loves me to bite them.
As we drive along, she hardly notices that I have pulled up next to the truck in the right lane. I think it would be a shame not to let the driver see what he is missing. Her head is back, her tits are in full view, and her legs are no spread, with the skirt pulled up above her neatly trimmed mound. She begins to caress her inner right thigh, and starts to stroke her pussy, which by now is on fire and needing to be touched. She starts to use her fingers, at which point I tell her that I'll do the work, but she has to play with her tits. I reach over, and start to stroke her clit to the point that she can hardly stand it. She has both her tits in her hands, and is fiercely pinching her swollen nipples.
