It was in the Summer of 2001. Nancy breathed a sigh of relief to be out of the hot Texas heat as she closed the door behind herself and entered the front room with her usual brisk walk. She greeted me with a quick smile as she placed her purse on the table and headed to our room to change out of her work clothes. I watched her shapely ass clad in a snug black business skirt as she walked down the hall.
Ten minutes later in the kitchen we worked together fixing dinner when I asked her if everything was OK as she didn't seem to be in a good mood and was a little late. She said she was just frustrated as she had stopped to look at the car she had seen advertised.
"It was absolutely perfect." she said. "In great condition, all the right options, original paint."
But this 1971 Mustang Boss 351 was priced about five grand over what she had saved. Nancy had been looking for a 1971 Mustang for about 5 years. She had been eating bag lunches, working extra and even doing some tutoring to earn and save extra money for her car fund. She was desperately in love with vintage Mustangs, especially the 1971 model. That was the year she was born and it happened to be the car model her father had owned and restored when she was a teenager. Her father had passed in a construction accident two years ago and the emotionally strain had contributed to her compulsion to acquire a 1971 Mustang.
Nancy broke down in tears as she went on about how perfect the car was. She looked at me with her puppy dog sad face and expressed a concern that the value of Mustangs was growing faster than the pace at which she could save for one.
I offered to supplement her car fund and she gave her usual refusal, as this was something she had to do on her own without hurting the household savings.
She was planning to check out the car closer this weekend when she was dressed in casual clothes and could check the VIN numbers and give it a thorough going over. She hoped to be able to negotiate but was not optimistic that she could close the $5k gap between what she could offer and what the owner wanted. She was also worried that someone else would grab the car.
She said the car was being shown by John, the brother of the owner. The owner was finishing med school. He was planning to be in town the following weekend for a graduation diner and to sign over the title before heading off for his internship in Chicago. He didn't need a car but did need the cash to pay off some loans. She knew the market for these cars well and she was pretty confident he would get a good offer before then.
Nancy complained, "John seemed more interested in trying to peek down my blouse or ogle my butt as I checked out the car than he did in negotiating the price."
I responded, "You looked great in your white blouse and black skirt, what do you expect? I gave Nancy a quick kiss and hug and comforted her by saying I was sure something would work out eventually.
Nancy and I had married in 1995. Nancy worked in real estate as an account manager. I was in engineering with an energy company. We lived in Arlington Texas and Nancy commuted to Dallas and I commuted to Fort Worth. Nancy was 5' 6" tall, weighted about 130 and had her high school cheerleader figure plus about five pounds that had slightly softened her bottom and filled out her 36C top. Texas has lots of attractive women and Nancy held her own. Her A-type personality gave her a slightly stern persona but she was a warm and friendly person when one got to know her and had a sweet smile that had melted my heart 8 years earlier when we met.
Nancy's long brown hair could be piled on top of her head giving her a stunning look in a little black dress for a dinner out or she could look delicious in cutoffs and a tank top during the Texas summer. And Nancy undressed real nice. While Nancy held her own in collecting shoes, I had something of a compulsive lingerie fetish and Nancy had an embarrassingly large collection of sexy lingerie that displayed her body nicely. I delighted in dressing her to attract attention and taking her home to undress as part of our active sex life.
During the week Nancy continued to obsess about the car. She did some more research and talked with John on the phone to set up a time to give it a more thorough inspection. The car had been garaged for three years and Nancy talked him through the steps he needed to go through to get it running again. She was eager for a test drive as part of the Saturday inspection. She asked me to accompany her on the car inspection.
Saturday finally arrived and around noon we got ready to go. Nancy had a folder of papers, a clipboard, magnet to test for body putty, flashlight and a handful of tools. As she said it's time to go I asked her if she really planned to negotiate for her dream car dressed in an old shirt and baggy shorts. She gave me a funny look and said, "I'm going to be crawling around an old dusty car."
I responded, "You have no trouble wearing a sexy satin or silk blouse when you go to negotiate a real estate deal so you should wear a pair of hot cutoffs and top to negotiate a car deal."
Nancy countered, "You dirty old man, you think I'll get a better price if I show more skin?"
"Yup"
"Ok Mr. pimp, what should I wear?" Nancy countered.
"Those red denim cutoffs and that red and white Daisy Duke bustier style blouse." I replied.
"I've never worn that top out in public. You want me climbing around a car with my boobs and butt cheeks hanging out in front of a guy that was checking me out when I was in my conservative work clothes? Nancy said.
"Yup."
Before we were out the door Nancy got a call from John saying that he was unable to get the car started so we might want to delay the test drive. Nancy, not one to be deterred, said she would still like to take a look at it with me even if we couldn't get it started. We stopped at an auto parts store on the way and got a can of spray starter. The attention Nancy got when we went in the store reaffirmed just how hot the outfit was. The clerk could hardly take his eyes off Nancy's chest as we checked out.
Nancy blushed and said, "I told you this outfit wasn't fit to wear in public." Twenty minutes later we pulled into the long drive at the country style house where John lived.
The Mustang had been pushed out onto the driveway and it did look good. John had cleaned it up and waxed it. Nancy checked the paperwork and the VIN numbers then searched for signs of accident damage or body work. As she climbed all around and through the car John enjoyed watching for views of her ass or cleavage from her skimpy top. John's leering was obvious and he made little attempt to disguise his interest saying at one point how Nancy's hot body looked real good in the Mustang.
By this time Nancy had already indicated that she was willing to go to $18 grand with her offer, the absolute maximum amount she was able to pay. John indicated that that was still $3,500 below the minimum of what Ken, his brother was willing to take.
By now Nancy was working under the hood and had the air cleaner off and was checking out the carburetor. As she worked John and I visited about his brother's planned visit to town and his job. In a few minutes Nancy had the car running to both hers and John's delight. As the vehicle came to life John encouraged her to take it for a spin. We continued our visit while she headed down the road. In the fifteen minutes that Nancy was gone I got to know more about John and his brother Ken. Ken would have to make the final decision on the car next weekend when he came to town. As Nancy returned and got out of the car John inadvertently mumbled that $18 grand and a few hours in the back seat with Nancy might be enough to clinch the deal.
Rather than being surprised and offended, I nonchalantly said, "She wants that car so bad she just might be willing to supplement the offer."
John looked at me for a few moments to see if I was going to retract the statement before saying, "Be careful what you say, Ken broke up with his fiancé three months ago and he would have no qualms about taking his mind off his loss by busying himself with a pretty package like that." "A little Bukkake with Nancy might just cinch the deal."
On the way home Nancy debriefed me on her test drive but then asked what we were laughing about when she got back from the test drive. I mentioned, "John joked that $18 grand and a few hours in the back seat of the Mustang with you might be enough to cinch the deal with Ken. He said something about those nice boobs and Bukakka."
Nancy blushed and gave me an arm punch to register her protest. "You are both dirty old men." She said. Then she put her hand on my crotch and giggled, "Was it my cleavage or the thought of me in the back seat with another man that got you so excited?"
I was laughing and protesting but Nancy was rubbing my cock in my shorts all the while expressing disbelief that I was getting excited thinking about her having sex with a stranger while she was trying to attain her dream of owning a 1971 Mustang. "What in the world is Bukkake anyway?" she said.
"You will have to check on the internet." I responded not wanting to have to explain any more.
The next week was anxious for Nancy as she was expecting John to call and report the rejection of her offer. On Wednesday when Nancy was out, I got a call from John. He mentioned they did have another offer that was better than ours but not a full price offer and John was kind of interested in giving Nancy the first option since she was so helpful. I told him Nancy was very disciplined financially and not in a position to up the offer as she refused to borrow money or dip into household funds for this purchase.
John responded, "How disciplined is she regarding getting into the back seat of Mustangs and letting a stranger enjoy those beautiful boobs? And, are you really ok with that?"
There was a pause on the line as I thought through how I wanted to respond. "Nancy would only do that if she were desperate. She is desperate for the car but I can't imagine her willing to go along with that plan. Maybe if she was real horny, and had a couple of drinks, and found Ken attractive, and I dared her to."
