We had just flown back into town and were quickly reminded why we escaped to California for a long weekend. The temperature may have read twenty-one, but the wind ripped right through us, sucking the heat from our very bodies. Damn it was cold waiting for that shuttle bus to get us back to our vehicle.
The driver loaded our bags into the van once he finally arrived. My lovely wife and I curled up on the bench seat behind the driver. We really didn't feel like crawling over the other seats to get further back for more privacy. Truth be told, we would have much rather had a lot of space.
We had only been gone for a total of five days, but those five days were constant contrasts of claustrophobia and wide open spaces. We had some time to walk around outside and enjoy some wonderful views, but most of the days were spent being squished with either family or complete strangers. Sometimes the strangers were more friendly.
So here we were back in our home city and freezing. We got to our vehicle, the van driver helped us load up the bags and we set to removing the snow and ice that accumulated over the long weekend. Yeah, five days, but it felt more like a long weekend with all the travel time. We finally cleared enough to get in the vehicle and shiver, waiting for it to get warm.
My sweetie was really tired so I offered to drive us home. She sat in the passenger seat as we watched the windshield defrost. Once we had enough windows clear to drive by, I moved the heat to our feet to thaw our toes and melt the snow off our pajamas and sneakers.
I cannot stress enough how comfortable it is to travel in my PJs. No metal to go off in the security lines, very comfortable material to sleep in, and an easy access front for when I get to the restroom.
We were also wearing sneakers that could slip on and off easily too for those moments of stress going through security. So, our outfits were not geared toward being in the cold long.
I started us moving and she leaned over to place her coppery mane on my shoulder. Her hands she placed inside my open coat to warm them up as we drove. The interstate came up quickly, and at some point of swerving through the on-ramps, she had placed her hands on my lap.
"I'm not sure what you're looking for, but you are very close."
"My hands are so cold. Help me warm them."
Any man will tell you that the last thing he wants to feel in his crotch is a pair of ice cold hands. But, being the good husband I am, I opened my legs just a little for her to slip her hands between my thighs. She surprised me and guided her freezing hands into the one-button fly of my pants. Her freezing fingers deftly undid the button and slithered right into my boxers.
"Agh! Careful, I'm driving here. Geez those hands are cold."
"Mmm... You feel so warm though."
She moved her fingers around by my cock and balls. The flesh was uncertain to shrivel up from the cold, or become aroused from the manual stimulation. The shock and pleasure of it started my heart thumping. Adrenaline rushed in to save the day, and kicked those endorphins into even higher gear.
By the time we made the first highway transfer, she had both hands working my hard shaft out of my fly and into the chilly air in our vehicle's cab. Warming fingers danced over the skin of my sac, and breezed along my rigid pole. She leaned further over and blew along the tip of me. As if I didn't feel cold enough.
Then her tongue flicked out to casually glaze the bulbous helmet, and taste the saltiness of my skin. My member was free of the confines that had tortured it for several hours. My left hand stayed on the wheel while my right hand turned upward to caress her bountiful breasts through her sweater. Her fleshy buds were already prominent from the cold, and very sensitive. My fingers caused sigh after moan to emanate from her.
I did my best to keep my eyes open as I drove down the highway. It was not easy as I was getting an amazing blowjob. My wife can suck cock really well, and I love it when she does it. Unfortunately, it is not often. She says that she likes to keep it "special." Oh, it is special all right. I would not have married her if it was average.
She let out a low moan and a hum just before using her tongue to purr on my hard cock. Then a little negative pressure alternated with some positive pressure brought me close to the brink. I couldn't help but rock my hips in and out of her amazing mouth as she worked me higher and higher.
My attention was so lost in her ministrations, that I nearly missed our exit. I swerved over to the right lane just to make it. My sudden movements sent her throat all the way down me, and the action made her gag just a bit. I could feel her saliva dripping down my rod and coating my balls.
