“It’ll be so good to get to the resort, won’t it, honey?” she said.
“Mmmm,” he replied. “What do you want to do once we get there?”
“Oh, you know, this and that,” she said, giving him a wicked grin. He looked to the back seat, where their two children, aged 11 and 6, were both asleep. He met her grin with one of his own.
“Who said we have to wait until we get to the resort?” She too looked to the back seat, saw it was safe, and immediately leant across to her husband of twelve years, Robert Wilson, and began unbuckling his belt. He shivered, but kept his eyes on the highway. Now would not be the time to have an accident. She unzipped his fly; felt him through his jockey shorts, before freeing him up.
“Ellen! What if Jason or Lizzie wakes up?” She shook her head, as if to say
don’t worry
and moved down into his lap. He gasped as she blew air onto the head of his penis, before running her tongue down the length of his shaft. She had always known how to suck cock.
While she sucked him off, cupping his balls in her hand, he unbuttoned her blouse at the top and began rubbing her breasts through the fabric of her lacy red bra. As she felt him rubbing and caressing her breasts, she intensified her sucking, having always been over-sensitive in that area.
He continued on his forage by unclasping her bra (it undid at the front), and finally freeing up her breasts. Now she gasped, which sounded almost comical, with her mouth full of her husband’s prick. He laughed quietly, before rubbing her now bare breasts, paying special attention to her ripe, hardened nipples, standing pinkly and proudly in the open air. While this happened, by some miracle, Robert managed to keep the car at a steady speed and in a straight line. He checked the kids with a quick glance, but they were still asleep. Ellen paused her sucking just long enough to whisper:
“Pussy!” This one word was enough. He gave each breast one final squeeze, while she moved closer to give him access and he reached down to her wet pussy. He pulled her panties down a few inches, her jeans with them, and began fingering her hairy, yet alluring cunt. She came almost immediately.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh, yeaaaaaaahhhhhh, baby,” she said, taking a breath, “you’re making me come, long and hard.”
“I know, Ellen, I can feel it, I can’t wait to taste it. Now bring out the vacuum cleaner, babe, ‘cause I want to come too.”
“Alright, honey, you only need to ask once.” He groaned as she provided suction, bringing his come with it. As he came, his hot fluid running down his wife’s throat, she orgasmed herself in a torrent of juices that covered his left hand, his right still on the steering wheel.
“We better clean up, honey,” he said, “because the kids might wake up at any moment.”
“You’re right, but we’ll continue this later,” she said, smiling, before zipping herself and her husband up, and re-doing the buttons on her blouse. He quietly cupped a breast and squeezed it before letting Ellen move back into her seat properly and put on her seat belt.
Over the last 100 kilometres he drove so fast that Ellen became worried he would be caught for speeding, but without incident he was soon pulling up in front of reception at the resort. It was set only a few hundred metres from the beach, and their unit was upstairs at the front end, giving them a tremendous view of the Pacific Ocean.