The four of us were returning from the football game. It was a long drive but it was worth it to see a great game. The tail-gate party we had prior to the game had been fun with great food, and maybe a little too much to drink. However, I had to limit my drinking since I was the designated driver, but there were no constraints on the others.
My wife Amy was getting high, and our married friends, Brenda and Steve, were not feeling any pain. The drinking continued at half-time, so by the time we hit the road after the game the three of them would not have passed a sobriety test, and mine would have been border- line.
Brenda decided that she would keep me company in the front seat, and she told Amy to join Steve in the back seat. I wasn't exactly pleased with the arrangement: our companions had a reputation as a fun loving couple who liked to party, and there was a suggestion that they sometimes changed partners. I don't think that they were in a swinging lifestyle, but it was rumored that in some situations they were open to more than a little flirting.
Anyway, our little group was quite boisterous, and Steve kept it on that level by providing drinks in the car. Again I had some but was careful. While Brenda was talking she gradually slid over next to me, and it wasn't long before she had an arm over my shoulder. Looking in the rear view mirror I saw that Steve had moved next to Amy and had an arm around her shoulder. It seemed like we were all getting quite cozy. It wasn't long before I felt her hand on my thigh, lightly stroking me there. I didn't object, even when her hand gradually slid higher, now on my upper thigh. She looked up at me and smiled as her hand rested lightly on my cock, which was responding to her caresses, growing in size.
I wondered what was happening in the back seat, and I adjusted my mirror so I could clearly see them, and I wasn't surprised to find Steve holding my wife closely, his hand straying to her thigh. Amy moved his hand, but it soon found its way back to her thigh. She moved his hand away again, but soon it was on her thigh once more, and sliding up slightly. The two of them were giggling, and it seemed like harmless fun, but it wasn't long before he turned her head towards him and kissed her.
She quietly said no, pushing him away. Brenda was aware of what was happening in back, but she just grinned at me as she was stroking my erection through my pants. Amy couldn't see what Brenda was doing which was keeping me in a highly aroused state.
I was getting concerned about the action behind me. Steve had pulled Amy against him once more, and was kissing my slightly inebriated wife, who was offering token resistance. I started to say something, but Brenda silenced me, pulling my head towards her and giving me a quick kiss, still stroking my cock.
It was a wonder I kept the car on the road. Looking in my mirror I saw that Steve had managed to push up her skirt and slip to mid thighs, ignoring her attempts to fend him off. Her face was flushed, clearly because of her arousal to his stroking of her bare thighs.
To forestall my protests Brenda slowly pulled down the zipper on my pants, reaching in for my cock, which she quickly freed from my shorts. She whispered in my ear
"ignore them-they're just having a little fun."
At this point all my attention was diverted to what she was doing to my very hard cock. She was slowly and gently stroking me-I couldn't get any harder. I did hear the muffled action in the back, and when I looked again her skirt and slip were pushed up to the point where I could see her lacy white panties. She was holding his wrist, offering some resistance, but she wasn't resisting when he kissed her again, holding her in a long kiss.
I wondered how far my very aroused wife would let him go. I was sure she would stop short of letting him between her legs, but the alcohol was making her more pliant.
There was plenty of diversion going on in front as Brenda raised her skirt and slip, taking my hand and placing it on her bare thighs. She spread her legs slightly and eased my hand between her thighs till I encountered the wet crotch of her panties. She was keeping me on a high level of arousal, my cock fully erect.
I was starting to wonder where all this was going. It seemed to be going forward in the back seat. Steve had unbuttoned her blouse, and was in the process of pushing up her bra, exposing her breasts. Amy didn't seem to be putting up much resistance as he caressed her exposed nipples which rapidly stiffened.
Her flushed face lifted and she met my eyes in the mirror. We just stared at each other; then she dropped her head and leaned back against the seat. I looked at Brenda, and her smiling face told me she was aware of what was going on behind us. She lifted her hips slightly, just enough so she could slide her panties down to her thighs. She spread her legs more and pulled my hand up to her wet cunt.
I moved my hand on her wetness, caressing her there, then sliding a finger into her, Brenda moaning softly as she continued working on the shaft of my cock. I was caught up in the erotic situation playing out in the car. When I glanced in the back I found that Steve had moved so that he could swing her legs around behind him on the seat.
He now had her reclining, her legs still exposed to her panties, and his mouth on her erect nipples. She was still resisting his advances, but she was becoming more and more aroused. I heard her moaning softly, I think being careful not to let me hear, but she couldn't totally control her response.
We seemed to be on auto pilot as Brenda continued her ministrations on my cock, carefully keeping control. I had slipped two fingers into her wet pussy and was moving them in her. She moaned softly when I found her clitoris, stroking the stiff bud. Looking back I saw that Steve had Amy's slip and skirt pulled up under her, fully exposing her sheer nylon panties.
As I watched he gripped the waistband of her panties, urging her to lift up so he could pull them off. She shook her head at him as if to say that it had gone far enough, and she pushed his hands away. But I knew he wasn't going to stop trying to seduce her.
He was already perilously close, but I breathed a sigh of relief, expecting that was as far as she was going to go. Brenda spread her legs but her panties were stretched at her thighs. She leaned forward pushing her panties over her knees to her ankles.
I now had unimpeded access to a swollen and wet pussy. She was moaning softly now as she spread her legs even more. She carefully controlled my swollen cock, backing off as she felt me nearing ejaculation. It was a wonder I could still keep the car on the road, but there was no rest stop and no other place to pull off.
I looked back and saw that Steve had raised my wife to higher and higher levels of arousal, now caressing the crotch of her panties as he continued to kiss her, and still working on her breasts.
Thinking Amy's resistance was weakening, and thinking the timing was right, he again gripped the waist-band of her panties. I heard him whisper
"lift up."
She did and he quickly pulled her panties from under her, sliding them down her thighs. She had second thoughts and reached for her panties, but he pulled them down her legs and off, my flushed and aroused wife naked to her waist.
He smiled as he flipped her panties into the front of the car, landing in Brenda's lap. She giggled as she glanced at them, noting the progress that Steve was making. She took the lacy panties, wrapped them around my cock, and continued her stroking.
She didn't seem troubled at her husband's attempt to seduce my trembling wife-in fact she seemed to encourage his actions, clearly thrilled by the erotic scene playing out in the back seat. I think she wanted to see her husband spreading my wife's legs and pushing his cock into her, and at the moment he appeared to be succeeding, but I didn't think she would let him do it to her.
She did looked vulnerable, lying there, aroused, more erotic now with her breasts exposed, her skirt and slip pulled up to her waist, naked from there down. Steve, thinking she was helpless and his for the taking, slid his trousers and shorts down below his knees, his cock exposed, a large, very thick and hard cock.
I thought that if I didn't do something at this point he was going to fuck her. He moved towards her and she shook her head and said,
"No! No more! I can't do this!"
Keeping her long and beautiful legs tight together. It was difficult to be driving, viewing what they were doing in the back seat, and having Brenda controlling my cock while I had two fingers in her. This whole scene was so erotic, and seemed to be spinning out of control.
In spite of her resistance Steve continued his assault on her exposed body, kissing her, stroking her breasts and thighs, and judging by her soft moans and sighs Amy was clearly responding to his caresses. I know that the drinks she had consumed were making her more vulnerable, and I wondered if she would go further, as Steve appeared to be overcoming her resistance.
Somehow I was responding to the erotic scene behind us, and also diverted by my growing tumescence at the hands of his skillful wife.
While Brenda tried to keep me occupied, I was still able to see his attempts to separate Amy's legs. Although she was resisting, she was weakened by her sexual arousal, and the alcohol she had consumed, so he was finally able to separate her legs to the point where he could get his hand between her thighs, sliding it up till I heard a groan from her, and knew he had his fingers on her sex.
Brenda glanced back, seeing what was taking place, smiling to herself. I wondered if she had set this whole thing up. I looked in the mirror when I heard Amy moan, and I saw his fingers working on her, and when I heard her gasp I knew that he had found her clitoris.
She met my eyes in the mirror again, her face flushed with arousal. She seemed to be imploring me, a questioning look on her face.
Did she want me to intervene?
