The sexual adventures of Mary and Eddie didn't start like you would think. In the first part, Mary is married with two kids to a guy named Manuel, and while he wasn't an attentive husband, or intelligent (according to Mary -- he was and is a complete idiot. He certainly never seemed to realize we were fucking for a decade), or a good in bed (according to Mary he has a five and a half inch penis that was rather thin, and rarely lasted more than five minutes), and didn't like going down on her, or really anything that would make him worth her time let alone her pussy, they were high school sweethearts -- and having only slept with one person her whole life, she didn't have what to compare to until she met me.
Mary is and was passionate about politics and about life, about work, about her kids and most especially about music. She worshiped pearl jam as well as several other musicians, and over the course of our time together -- we spent countless hours singing and listening (more listening and singing for me as I don't have a good voice) to them play. She's an average size woman, about 5'2 on a good day, with kind brown eyes and raven black hair. She wears a 32c (or very loose b) bra most of the time, although the size tends to change depending on if pregnant and nursing, or going through one of her dieting phases -- although those tend to be slightly too large on her allowing for easy insertion of a wandering hand or a wonderful view whenever she bent over -- and she bent over a lot. She has boobs that sit high on her chest (tattooed with the Chinese symbol for dad) -- with dark pink-brown thick nipples that get hard at the merest flick of the finger, and although they are perfect for sucking, she doesn't like having her nipples sucked unless she is in the middle of riding my cock. On her back she has what she calls her tramp stamp, but really its not since it is tattooed high up her back with the message 'every tool is a weapon depending on how you use it.' She has a large ass perfect for spanking, slightly larger than her chest, and thick full pussy lips that she keeps trimmed but not shaved, and definitely not smooth. She likes to feel like a woman not a little girl. Her clit is only partially covered usually, and just ready to pop out and say hello when I go down on her. In case it wasn't obvious, she is a dynamo in bed, wild and completely unrestrained.
The day started off pretty much like any other day. Mary wore tight fitting jeans that hugged every curve, and a loose fitting purple top that when she bent over (or even when she didn't if you were as tall as I am standing next to her) you could see pretty much everything all the way to her belly button, but when she stood straight the cloth was smooth and form fitting so you could see every detail underneath. We had a meeting to attend up north near lake worth, an open house for a nursing home dedicating the opening of the new rehabilitation wing. To save gas and also because we wanted to be together, we carpooled in Mary's car. Mary kept the music on blasting the whole way there so we could sing together, and I don't know who was louder, us or the cars speakers. We made it a thing every time the car stopped we would lean over and kiss until someone behind us honked their horns at us. We were very happy and in love.
The party was nice, full of people we knew from work wandering around and talking. The food was snack food, and the drinks while not heavy were available as an open bar. Occasionally, Mary would come up behind me on the pretense of reaching around to get a bite to eat, and rub my ass, whispering what she wanted to do to me if we could be alone. 'I'm going to suck you cock off' or 'I'm so wet, I can feel myself dripping'.
Eventually we called it an early evening and headed back. And I do mean headed -- Mary sat in the passenger seat this time, and we were barely out of the parking lot before she was unzipping my pants, and pulling out my cock. At first she just looked at it and said, 'drive Eddie, you had better keep your eyes on the road'. Under the pressure of her gaze, my cock started coming to life. It didn't have far to go having been worked up all afternoon by her constant petting and comments, but it certainly tried to get harder than it had ever been before. She marveled at it again, bigger than her husbands, and something she had never before tried. Tentatively, she reached out to touch it, and it just throbbed, bobbing up and down like it was saying 'hi'. I am sure I didn't do that, and I definitely wasn't in control of how she made it feel. I of course looked down at her hand, gently touching the soft head, and nearly crashed.
'I swear, if you aren't going to keep your eyes on the road, I am just going to leave you hanging' she shrieked, as I quickly pulled back into our lane.
'Ok, I promise I will watch out, just don't stop.' I promised, and for the most part I think I succeeded. The next half hour was probably the longest half hour I have ever experienced in my life.
She reached out again, trying to wrap her hand around the shaft, while at the same time, she turned on the music, but not loud like before. Just quiet so it was easy to hear over the sound of the road, but wouldn't interfere with any other sounds.
I involuntarily shifted my hips up trying with her hand on my cock, and she giggled.
Seriously, giggled like a little girl. 'Is that for me? Are you trying to give me a present?'
'Mary, it is all yours' I answered. 'Enjoy it how you want it.'
She laughed and leaned forward to give the tip a little kiss. Not taking her hand off it, she used her other hand to shift her seat belt off from her shoulder, and pushed it behind her, so she could lean forward with greater ease, while still remaining seatbelted.
I waited with great anticipation for her next move, but it wasn't coming. She sat there with one hand on my raging cock, singing quietly along with the music, and keeping an eye on the road. It was torture. Eventually, we hit a red light, and she leaned forward to lick the tip where some precum was starting to leak. 'Mmmm' was all she said, before leaning back down and licking the head of my cock all around, focusing on the tip and the edges of the helmet.
BEEP!
The car behind me leaned heavily on his horn, angry that with the change in light from red to green, I wasn't immediately going. I jerked out of my reverie, and perhaps hit the gas a little harder than I needed to, but Mary wasn't perturbed. She sat up again, and kept her hand on my cock, softly stroking the shaft, while the wet head felt suddenly cold with the loss of warmth from her tongue.
Thankfully, we hit a red light again, and I didn't hit the breaks until we were almost at the crossroads, trying to ensure we would have more time at the red light, even if just a few more seconds with her wonderful mouth.
Again, she leaned over, and the tip, took the entire tip into her mouth. She kept her head steady, and instead of pushing down on the shaft, she started applying suction, trying to pull my cock up into her. It was incredible, after a moment of that, I just couldn't take any more, and my hips pushed up to try to get more of my cock in, but she wasn't having it. She pushed her hand down, to grab my cock at the base, and as I pushed my hips up, she raised her head so that never more than tip was in her mouth.
BEEP! BEEP!
This time the car behind me was getting frustrated, and hit the horn twice, leaning on it much longer. Serenely, Mary lifted up off my cock, with a faint smile and sat back as if nothing was going on, keeping her hand lightly on my cock and stroking it gently. I could see in the rearview mirror the driver gesticulating and obviously shouting obscenities at me. I shouted back even though I knew he couldn't hear me 'leave me alone, I finally have some quality time with my Mary, don't you dare interrupt.'
He must have seen me mouthing back at him, because he swerved into the other lane and pulled up along side the car gesturing and yelling. Mary looks at him, without taking her hand off my cock, and calmly gives him the finger. Our car was lower than his, and he could easily see what she was doing.
I could see his mouth drop open in shock, and not wanting to get into an altercation, I put on a burst of speed myself. At least until the next intersection.
Once again, we hit a red light, with the guy pulling up along side. I double checked the locks, while Mary leaned over and calmly tried to get my cock into her stomach. It didn't fit, but not for lack of trying. She didn't bob up and down, just let the natural wetness of her mouth and tongue coat my cock as she slowly drove her head down on it. My cock quickly hit the back of her throat, and she sort of gargle choked, but didn't back down. She kept the pressure on, and started swirling her tongue around my cock while attempting to get it in her throat.
