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This night was one I will never forget, but she cannot remember. It's a shame, but a reality.
At the time of this story, Addy and I have been married for 10 years. However, only over the last 3 years have we had children. I'm Carl, a 35-year-old five foot ten dirty-blonde wide shoulder guy. Sure, a few pounds over ideal, but I'm fine with it. My wife, Addy, is a little younger than me at 32 and is a curvy five foot two brunette with massive breasts and a brilliant smile. I think she is hot as hell and I've seen more than a few guys drool over her.
Us having kids later than most of our friends had initially isolated us. Only in the last year have we found a group of friends that are near our age and still have school-age children. This started a trend of us spending weekend nights hanging out together with all our families. This is fun, but we have to limit the fun on those nights to PG 13 at the worst.
After a few months, we all agree we would like some decidedly adult time with all of us. We all decide that once or twice a month we will get babysitters and hang out at a bar, usually until closing. The bar we choose is smaller and not one of the town meat markets. This allows us to always get a large table and on Friday nights, they do karaoke.
Our group of friends sports a few talented singers, and it is always fun. Most of our friends live within walking distance to the bar, so the bulk of them drank a lot. We live seven miles in the other direction from them, so I always stay sober enough to drive us home. My wife, however, does not share the same level of control. But this leads to her finding fun ways to thank me.
Often when we leave the bar, and pass the only stoplight, my wife will pull up her shirt and down her pants or shorts and she touches herself while I drive home. This is incredibly sexy, and often I take out my penis to stroke it a little.
Unfortunately, modern vehicles make acts like this a little less safe, or fun. Whoever decided bench seats should not be in cars should get punished. Because of the shitty and small parking areas, we always take my wife's car, and it has the largest center console of any SUV on the market. So her reaching me or me reaching her is not only uncomfortable, it hurts. And in my case, I can't do it and drive. I wish we could take my old truck and solve this, but there is just no parking space for it.
The first several times we only touch ourselves and drive home. Once home, after the babysitter leaves, we have great sex.
This is good, but I want to have a little more fun. After several self-pleasure rides, I decide to kick it up a notch.
Early in the week, I drive the route we take from the bar toward home, searching for a suitable spot. I was looking for a perfect spot for us to park and mess around. It took a few hours, but I find it, and it is a perfect balance of risk and privacy. Down a street, right off our main path, is a small housing development. Probably 30 houses on a U from the main road. On either side of the U, there were roads that go past the houses leading to some small business, and it almost looked like a business park and made more of an H.
The businesses are the types that all close at five or six pm. So they won't provide any actual risk. On one side of the H, there are sidewalks and streetlights near the businesses. This is the spot I chose. I can drive up past the houses, turn around in a parking lot entry, and park by the sidewalk under the streetlight.
The road has a slight decline parked this direction, and the front of my vehicle slopes down slightly. Across the street and to the right are the fenced-in backyards for some houses. Realistically, only four houses have a view from back porches, kitchen windows, or upstairs bedroom windows. Or someone can catch us if they were walking on the sidewalks.
My plan was to come out here after the bar around 1:30 to 2:00 am. So I believe it is unlikely we will get caught, but it has enough level of risk we could be. The act of scoping the place out has me hard all by its self. And it is only a minute off our main route home.
When we leave the bar the next adult night out, I enact my plan. Before we leave the bar parking lot, I open the cover to the large moon roof of my wife's car. As we are driving, with only the slightest prompting from me, my drunk wife pulls up her shirt, takes down her shorts, and gets hard at work pleasuring herself.
About two minutes later, I'm pulling down off our main path to go to my chosen spot. I pull up and turn around, parking under the streetlight. It perfectly illuminates my wife laying back in the seat masturbating. Her fingers sliding in and out of her extremely wet pussy as she softly moans.
I take a moment to look around. Most of the lights of the houses across the street are out. One house has a TV on, and I notice a few heads watching it. I wish them to look out at us, but no amount of wishing does any good.
My wife doesn't register we are not moving. I take off my seatbelt and shift in my seat to better reach her. My first target is to play with her breasts and that elicits mewling sounds of pleasure as I pinch and twist her nipple. Next, I move my hand lower, joining her hands in her wetness. She feels me slide my finger into her and lets out a moan, prompting her to move her right leg to prop it up between the dashboard and the door. I silently hope someone walks by.
As she uses her fingers to find her G-spot, I use mine to torture her clit. Rubbing, flicking, and squeezing. Between both our ministrations, Addy is panting and cursing. Within a few minutes, she is shaking with a massive orgasm. I stroke her mons softly while she experiences waves of pleasure, and afterward massage her breasts gently. I know from experience she likes this after she cums.
After a few minutes, she pulls up her shorts to cover her soaking wet pussy, then says. "Let's go inside to fuck." It's only then that she realizes where we are. She pulls her seat up, tits still uncovered, and looks around. "You naughty boy."
Then she crawls up over the console and kisses me deeply. Tits still out.
"I thought it would be fun, and the chance to get caught is exciting."
She gives me another kiss, then sits back in her seat and pulls her shorts all the way off and spreads her legs wide. "Drive slowly through the neighborhood."
I put on my seatbelt and drive. I have to go back almost all the way to the main road, but pull in. Addy is holding her breasts up high for anyone to see. I turn on the inside light and she laughs and brings one hand down to spread her pussy lips.
I made three rounds around the neighborhood and unfortunately, no one saw. So I drove home. By the time I paid the babysitter and got her out the door (she was a talker), Addy had passed out. So I take a few to masturbate onto my passed out wife. It was a poor consolation prize, but I love seeing her glazed tits and face.
The next day, between caring for our kids, we spent a few minutes talking about what happened. She didn't mind that I glazed her and we both like the idea of using that spot, our spot, again.
Two weeks later and we were again at the bar. There were some memorable moments in the bar, but that's a different story. On our way home, we stopped at the same place. This time, there were people up in the houses. We even saw one couple fucking in the dining room. Not that we could make out detail, but it was hot. Again, my wife had a great orgasm with my help. The ones fucking in the dining room looked out towards us after they finished. They stood at the sliding glass door nude, looking our way. I like to think they saw something.
After Addy got off, she reaches over and awkwardly tries to give me a hand job. But she is too drunk, and it is too uncomfortable with the center console. I didn't cum, but I appreciated the attempt. When we get home, I fuck a half passed out Addy. She wakes for her orgasm but falls back asleep while I am still in her.
It was a month and a half before we can meet up at the bar again. At the bar, after only one drink, my wife said, "Carl, tonight I want you to do anything you want with me at our spot. Anything."
"Anything? So, like if I wanted to fuck you outside or honk the horn?"
Under the table, she unzips my pants and reaches in to grab my penis. As she is slowly stroking it, she says, "Anything. No limits. I give you full consent for anything and everything."
OH SHIT.
"I'm going to..."
Addy squeezes my penis. "Don't tell me. Just do it."
Oh hell.
"OK!"
She gives me a passionate kiss, and I notice one of our friends sees Addy is stroking me. She gives me a wink and a smile. And I'll be damned if I didn't get a little harder from it.
Addy stops well short of making me cum.
A few hours later and we are leaving the bar. When we get past the stoplight, I say, "Take everything off."
Addy smiles, "Yes, master."
As we are driving, she is stroking her breasts. A little before the turnoff, I see someone walking on the road. I slow down and stop next to them. "Hold them up for him to see." I roll down the passenger window and say, "Hey!"
The man looks over and sees Addy holding her tits up. His smile is huge and for maybe thirty seconds, I let him get all the views he wanted. He even put his hand down his pants. Then I pull away.
Addy asks, "Did you like him looking?"
"Yes, I did. If he wasn't so dirty looking, I would have told him to touch you."
While rubbing her pussy, she moans, "You would like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I really would."
We pull up to our spot. I take a moment to look around and I see nothing of interest. So I get out and walk around the car. I open Addy's door, grab her hand and say, "Get out here with me."
Addy stands up and steps close to me. I close the door and push her up against it. The streetlight shining down on her beautifully nude body for anyone to see. I kiss her passionately and move to suck on her ear while playing with her breasts. She is moaning into my shoulder as I pinch and play. Slowly kissing down her neck, then working my way down to take a breast into my mouth. She lets out a gasp as I gently bite and pull at her nipples.
After a few minutes of me enjoying her breasts, she turns her hips inward and is twisting about. I know something big is working its way to the surface inside her. Leading her to the back of the SUV, I pop the hatch up. In back there are several emergency blankets. I put one on the ground for me and three over the opening.
Addy understands what I want and climbs up, laying back, bending her knees and putting her feet on the bumper. "Fucking take me Carl. I need you."
"Not yet! I need to enjoy your flavor and make you cum first."
