"Get in!" my wife demanded through the passenger door window.
I climbed in and shut the door behind me. She started driving off before I even had a chance to fasten the seatbelt. Completely unlike her. She normally drove steadily and safely, but looking up from my seat belt clasp, I felt she was driving a bit quicker than I was comfortable with. She hadn't even asked me how my day had been, which was just as well, seeing as I'd had the fuck of my life with the girl of my dreams, and fifteen minutes later, came in her mother's mouth.
I decided to think of something else in case I started saying these things out loud.
"Where are we going?" I asked flatly, trying but failing to put some expression in my voice.
"Oh," she smiled confidently, "I've got a surprise for you!"
Shit! Had she found out what I'd been up to all week? I stayed quiet apart from a casual, "Oh."
The rest of the journey went in silence, partly because I didn't want to give anything away, but mostly because I wanted her to be able to concentrate fully on the road. She was still driving like we were attending some kind of emergency and my eyes were peeled, waiting for us to crash.
Half an hour later and it was dark. She slowed down now as we reached about five miles out of town, on a road that cut through a forest. Then she started indicating and pulled into a dirt track. About a hundred yards down, we came to an empty car park and she pulled into the far corner. Next, she killed the lights and switched off the engine.
"Get out." she demanded, as she opened the driver's door, swiping it shut behind her. I did as I was told and by the time I shut the passenger door, she'd hastened round the front of the car and stopped in front of me. She looked at me seriously for a split second, then half smiled and dropped to her knees.
"Oh Jesus," I thought, "if she finally wants to spice up our sex life, she's chosen exactly the wrong evening to start."
She quickly undid my trousers like she had done thousands of times before. They fell to my ankles, but this time there was no excitable rod pointing out to greet her. Just my exhausted, sleeping cock. After twenty years with the same woman, the excitement wears a bit thin sometimes, and we'd found it closed for business many times before, so this lack of reaction was not too unusual.
Unfazed, she started rubbing her palm generally over my cock and balls. It sometimes worked, so that was a reasonable move. I could already have told her nothing was going to happen though. I noticed her red painted nails then. They sure looked good next to a cock, but even that wasn't doing the business this time.
As she was making the most valiant of attempts, she kept looking round, I guess to see if anyone was approaching. This was a public car park after all. I thought my failure to get erect might be an advantage if someone did come along, as I could pull my trousers up quickly without having to wrestle my pole into them.
Just then I heard her say something under her breath. It sounded like, "Here he comes." but I couldn't make it out. Now she stopped rubbing my unresponsive tackle and just pressed her palm lightly into it. That was when I looked up, in the direction her face was pointing, and noticed that someone was indeed approaching. My first instinct was to reach down to my ankles and pull my trousers up, but my wife was still kneeling in front of me, with her hand on my crotch. I couldn't bend down without head butting her.
As the stranger approached, I saw it was a man, probably in his mid twenties. I normally had nothing to worry about in the men's shower with this piece of meat between my legs, but this evening it was far from impressive, even with a female hand attempting to bring it to life. "What the hell." I thought, I'll front it out. After all, this is my wife and it's none of his business what we get up to, or about any difficulties I may be experiencing.
