2nd submission. This one is a play on my love for 69 Mustangs. Hope you enjoy.
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Don't mess with another man's car
My name is Tom Martin. Born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska. I have been married to my wife Tess for 19 years. Both of us are 38 years old. Tess and I were high school sweethearts and started officially dating in our junior year. We have been together ever since.
Tess and I made a mistake and I had gotten her pregnant just after high school graduation. I did the right thing and asked her to marry me. I knew I needed to get a job and forgo any aspirations of college. That wasn't all that disappointing, but it removed one of my future options. I was able to find a job in construction working for a relatively good company. I started out as a grunt and have worked my way up over the next 19 years. I am now a foreman for one of the crews that we have and work on many projects throughout the area.
We have only the one child, Jake. Jake is 19 and is currently in his second year of college. Tess developed issues during the delivery and can't have any additional children. We pour all of our attention to Jake, who has turned out quite well. Jake was the valedictorian of his class and has a full ride to a local university majoring in business. Jake definitely took after his mom as it relates to grades and studying. I was mostly a "C" student, but that was mostly due to my lack of trying more than having the ability. Tess was the "A" student, but due to the pregnancy she didn't attend college as well. She is currently a manager at a local credit union working with all of the tellers. Good job that she was able to get once Jake started elementary school
Tess is a beautiful person both inside and out. She has an outgoing personality and everyone considers her to be one of the nicest people they have ever met. Tess is 5'4" according to her, but I think she is just under that in reality. Tess weighs in at around 120 pounds. Me, I am 6'2" in height and weigh a muscular 215 lbs. I keep in good shape working on the job as I take a more active role than some of my foreman counterparts. I hate to sit around while on the job. I leave the sitting around to when I relax at home.
There are three things that are most important to me. Tess, Jake and my 1969 Mustang. I have owned that car since I was 15 years old. A neighbor to my parents found the car quite a few years ago with the intention of fixing it up. He never got around to it, but knew I loved the car from the first time I saw it. Bill, my neighbor struck up a deal with me that he would "sell" me the car if I would help him around the place. I would mow and clean up the landscaping and occasionally paint the house, etc. Any chore that Bill asked, I would do. Bill passed away quite a few years ago and gave me the car. I had kept it in my parents garage until a few years ago. As I advanced in my career, I have been able to put some of the extra money towards the car.
I am far from a gear head, so all of the fixing of the car was done by outside individuals. I would take the car to a shop for them to work on and then take it back and store in my garage until I could afford the next item on the list. I had finally finished all of the updates when I had the car painted a midnight blue this past winter. I have been able to drive the car a couple times as the weather finally changed so I could take it out on the road. Tess would join me and we would take it out for a couple of hours.
I have been working out of town for the past few weeks on a construction project. I was able to stay at the house, but I would have to get up earlier and come home later due to the extra driving. I also would work on Saturday to keep the project on track. The project just finished up this past Thursday. We cleaned up the site on Friday and I was just arriving home and looking forward to the weekend. I arrived home and after kissing Tess, I headed for the shower. To my surprise, Tess walked in with me soon after I was under the water. I had remodeled the bathroom a year or so ago and we have a walk in shower with double shower heads and a nice bench that could be used for many great things. I was immediately hard after seeing my gorgeous wife.
Tess has the best tits I have ever seen on a women. She is a large B or small C cup that sit perfectly on her chest. She has nipples that become very extended when she is excited. I could spend days sucking on those things. The other thing I love to do is go down on her. After seeing Tess in all her glory, I grabbed her and lifted her against the wall of the shower. I went down to my knees while holding her above me until my face was buried in her pussy. I started to lap at her juices that were mixed with the water from the shower. Tess is so light, I can hold her there forever. After about 15 minutes and multiple orgasms, I sat down on the bench and lowered Tess onto my very stiff cock.
After a vigorous 10 minutes of pounding, I exploded into Tess' pussy with all I had. We finished showering and headed down to the kitchen for dinner. After a quick meal, we made our way back to the bedroom for a second and third round of love making. I quickly fell off to sleep with very little effort. It had been a long few weeks for me.
I woke up early on Saturday while Tess continued to sleep. Not unusual as I often would wake up early due to my job. I can't remember the last time I slept in. I knew what I wanted to do today, which was to take a drive in my mustang before the day started in earnest. I grabbed the keys and walked into the garage to see my baby. That is when I noticed something strange.
Most people don't notice, but I have this need for certain things to be in order or it will bother me until I set them straight again. My half of the bathroom has to be just right where I place everything I need in the exact order I need them in. This goes for my truck where I clean everything out of my truck each night and only have what is needed in the cab. Other things don't bother me like this. The back of my truck is usually a mess due to throwing in things that I need or will need. I hardly ever sit in the same spot at the kitchen table taking whatever seat is closest. There are just a few things that my OCD takes over.
One of those OCD items is the garage. I have everything in it's place and notice when things aren't quite right. I would walk through after Jake used the mower or where he placed the trash cans to put them in the correct place. Sometimes it was just a few inches, but that mattered to me. I didn't get upset if others didn't place things in the correct location and most didn't even know I had that tendency.
After walking to the driver's side door, I opened the door and felt something was off. With my larger size, I knew the exact place to park the car so that I was able to get into the car without banging the door into the side of the garage. I always park the car in that exact location so that when I get out of the car, it is just as easy so that I don't bang the door on the wall. When I opened the car door, I knew it had been moved as it was too close to the wall for what I needed it to be. That meant someone smaller than me had driven my car. Maybe Tess had driven the car while I was onsite with this last project.
I was able to squeeze into the car door and noticed the second thing that wasn't right. The car seat was moved forward from my usual location. It was too far back for Tess, but she could have tried to put the seat back once she parked it in the garage. I started the engine and noticed the third item that wasn't right with my car. The radio was on the wrong station. I love old metal rock. This was not the station I listened to when in the car. This was some country station. I hate country music and I was sure that Tess didn't like it either. This was a strange one for me. I made a point to ask Tess when I got back from my drive.
I drove around for the next hour and then parked the car in the correct place in the garage. After turning off the engine, out of habit I looked around the cab of the car to see if I had left anything inside before I got out. This was the same habit I had with my truck and just something I did each time. That is when I noticed the last thing that wasn't right with the car. There was a slight stain on the back seat. I walked around to the passenger side of the car and pushed the seat forward. What I found was the last thing I expected.
I walked into the house with the intent on having a conversation with Tess. I smelled the coffee and grabbed a cup before sitting at the table with Tess. I looked at Tess and asked the first of my questions. "Tess, did you drive my car?"
One thing to know about Tess; she can't lie worth a shit. You can see it in her eyes if you know what you are looking for. She should never play poker with me as I would be able to tell if she was bluffing. I'm not sure she knew this about herself, but I sure did.
