The raw sexual energy between Macy and me at that moment was unlike any I have ever felt before. It seemed almost palpable. Stripped bare of our conventional morality, and charged with pure primal drives we surged for each other. Like the sparks of a Tesla coil the energy seem to course through us, and arch between us.
Our lustful desires for crude raw enraptured passion were fueled by the events of the night. The whirlpool of lewd and licentious desires, and salacious actions had obscured all the conventional boundaries of our normal behavior. The heat of the night, and the heat of passion had us both in their grasp, and there was only one way to release the pent up energy.
I reached for Macy and pulled her near naked body close. She pressed her back tight against my chest and her ass pressed against my hard cock, as I kissed her neck. My hands moved over Macy's body and I forcefully kneaded both of her milky white breasts. Pulling her tight against me as Tom's tail lights faded from view.
We were alone, however there were still two other cars parked near by and the owners could show up at any time. That possibility did nothing to deter Macy as she franticly open her shorts, and let them fall to her feet. Her needs and carnal desires feverishly driving her on.
Macy had a look of pure concupiscence in her eyes. The pent up need for her own sexual release was pushing her far beyond what her normal reserved demeanor would ever allow. The lines between want and need, acceptable and aberrant, love and lust, all now obscure memories.
Macy at that moment had the look of both prey and predator. She was ready to consume and be consumed, and she needed them both.
I moved my hand down over Macy's body feeling her react as my fingers grazed over her black lace covered pubic mound. I pressed the lace between the folds of her pussy causing her to gasped, and bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. Macy's head pressed back against my shoulder and her body trembled with anticipation as the lace pressed against her hard clit for the first time. The smooth soft black silk and the slight coarseness of the lace added to the sensations. With a few short strokes she was gasping and her body shuddered as her tension mounted.
I could feel how wet her panties were as I slowly stroked her pussy. Her journey of sexual exploration and liberation had her little panties soaked. I curled my fingers into the slick silky fabric. With one quick forceful snap of my wrist the lace was ripped from her body.
Macy was lost in a haze of sexual exhilaration. Her body alive with sexual energy. My once demure wife was unable to believe what she had just done, and what was now happening to her. Her mind swimming she was whispering softly to herself, "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." The swirl of physical sensations and emotional liberation caring her to new dizzying heights.
I tossed the small patch of wet black lace onto the hood of the car stepped back, and took a second to drink in Macy's beauty. There my wife stood for any observant passer-by to see. In just her heels, and a nervous wonton smile. Looking more radiantly beautiful and overtly sexual then I have ever seen her.
Her skin gleamed in the soft defused half light at the back of the parking lot. The small white triangles left by her bikini on her breasts and neatly trimmed pussy seemed pail and bright. While Macy's tan flesh took on an even deeper bronze glow. Partially because of the soft light, and partially because of the flush of exhilaration after having tit fucked and sucked off our young friend Tom just a short time ago.
Every muscle in my body rippled to life. I could feel the sexual energy course through me. The sweat cascading over my body as the heat of passion fueled my desire. I felt like a big cat about to pounce.
As I approached her Macy braced herself against the front of the car, and with a look of longing on her face totally surrendered herself to me body mind and spirit. She trusted me with the gift of total control of her sexual hunger. Knowing that I would make sure she feasted before the night was over.
It took every ounce of control that I had to keep from fucking her in that moment. I wanted to fuck her as much as she wanted to be fucked, but surrendered herself to me, and this was a gift I intended not to squander.
I moved my fingers gently from her cheek to her long sweet neck. With a caressing touch... Slowly moving down over her shoulders and chest. Macy seemed so alive as my touch made every nerve ending tingle. She lightly sighed with each breath as I continued my soft exploration of her body. Her mind dizzy with the liberation of sexual surrender.
The sultry temperature, and the tumultuous heat of passion caused Macy to sweat. Her breathing was deep and rapid. My fingers traced the paths the beads of sweat left, as they slowly ran down her naked torso. The little rivulet courses flowing and following every contour of her curvaceous body.
