Scott and Anna's Trial.
"There it is! Take the next left."
Scott swung the MG into the dark lane and floored the car. The rear tyres lost traction on some gravel and the rear end stepped out. He only just managed to recover it, and then looked over at Anna who was holding on tight to her door handle with a big grin on her face.
This was the husband and wife's second attempt at a Long Distance Trial. The first year they tried, they cracked the sump on the second day and they had had to abandon the competition. They both agreed they'd massively enjoyed it though and vowed to try again.
This year they were back with some modifications to their car, that they hoped would see them through to the finish this time.
"Ok," Anna said studying the route map with her torch; "we're looking out for another left. There, there it is!"
The trial was what used to be called a Reliability Trial. The cars tended to be older classics or even specials. Even though it wasn't a race everyone enjoyed the chance to push themselves and their cars to the limit over a twenty hour period.
Scott looked up into the distance and noticed row of stationary tail lights.
"I think we've got a problem."
He pulled the car to a halt behind a long line of fellow competitors' cars.
"I'll go and see what's occurring." Anna said opening the door.
He watched her walking off along the row of stationary cars. He then noticed the car in front was the same model and year as theirs. He was just admiring the bespoke double spare rear wheel rack when he saw Anna returning. She climbed back into her seat.
"There's been an accident. No one is hurt, but the course is completely blocked for the time being."
Scott sat there drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He looked at the car in front again;
"Looks like the person ahead is doing the whole thing solo, the mad bugger."
Anna looked up to see just one silhouette in the car in front. She then opened her door;
"I'll let him know what the problem is." And with that she got out.
Scott watched on as she then walked up to the driver's window. She leant on the door top and he could then see her chatting to the driver. He was bored now and he picked up the route map for something to do. He checked to see what sections were coming up, if and when they ever got going again. He eventually looked up to see Anna laughing, in a way she rarely did. He watched her closely for a few minutes.
"You're flirting aren't you?" he said quietly, and smiled.
He knew only to well other men found his wife attractive. At 38 she was still in great shape with her swimming and yoga. Scott reflected that they both enjoyed a great sex life together. He smiled again as he thought how lucky he was.
He then saw Anna look back at him and wink. As he smiled back he then watched her walk around the other car and then climb into the passenger seat.
"What the...?" He said
After a little while his mind began to churn over; they both shared their fantasies with each other about sharing their bed with another person, but it was just a bit of fun, he thought. He then imagined him actually sharing Anna with another man. He surprised himself when he realised he was actually getting hard.
Just then he heard multiple engines starting up. Anna dashed out of the other car and climbed back in with him and buckled up. They both waited for the cars in front to start moving. He looked across to see her staring straight ahead. Scott then grabbed her hand and pushed it into his lap. She smiled at him when she felt his erection through his trousers.
"What have you been thinking about?" she said, obviously delighted by this development.
At that moment they heard someone beeping them from behind, and they realised the lane ahead of them was empty.
The next 3 hours flashed by in a blur of muddy hill climbs, Marshalls waving flags, driving rain and revving engines. They reached the mandatory morning rest stop with time to spare. They parked up and Anna asked if Scott would mind getting them something to eat. When he returned he noticed Anna was chatting to a young man sat on the bonnet of another MG parked a few cars away. He saw she was laughing again. Just as he opened the door to his own car the heavens opened. He just got in before it really came down hard. Two seconds later, the passenger door opened and Anna dashed in. But rather than taking her seat she climbed into back seats. The young man he'd just seen then climbed in and sat in her seat. Wiping the rain from his face the stranger held out his hand to Him;
"Tim. Pleased to meet you."
"Scott, pleased to meet you too." And they shook hands. "Oh and you've already met my wife."
"I have." He said whilst smiling back at her.
For the next twenty minutes they chatted away about the trial and their cars and then briefly about themselves. After a while they all noticed the rain had stopped. Tim then noticed the time.
"Crikey, I'd better skedaddle, nice chatting to you good people."
And with that he left. Anna then climbed back over and plonked herself down.
"Nice bloke." Scott said.
Anna looked at him with an expression he couldn't read. She then grabbed his hand and held it to her crotch.
"I'm wet."
Fucking hell, he thought. Had she been rubbing away at herself in the back the whole time?"
She smiled a cheeky smile and then put her seat belt on.
Scott struggled to concentrate over the rest of the trial. Anna even tried driving for a while, but then they only got lost because of Scott loosing his place on the route map.
"Fucking hell Anna, you are so going to get it when we get home."
"Oh, I do hope so."
They finished the last stage, and so had earned a finishers certificate. Tired but happy they started the short drive back home. Not long after they had set off they noticed another competitor's car up ahead by the side of the road, with its bonnet up. Scott pulled up in front of it.
"It's him." Anna said, looking back through the rear window.
They both got out and walked back.
"It's totally fucked mate." Tim said as he slammed the bonnet shut.
"What bad luck." Anna said.
"Hey, at least you finished the trial." Scott said, trying to cheer him up.
"I'd better call the breakdown service. I don't know how long that's going to take though, bearing in mind it's a bank holiday."
Anna then spoke;
"Why don't we tow you to ours - we only live five miles away."
"Yes," Scott added; "and if we can't fix it with our spares at home, at least you can wait in comfort, rather than by the roadside."
"Are you sure?"
Scott was already unpacking their tow rope from the MG. They soon had him hooked up and then they slowly pulled out into the road.
Scott and Anna didn't speak for the whole ten minutes it took to reach their house. They did however keep exchanging glances that the other tried desperately to read.
Once they'd got both cars safely on the driveway they made there way inside. Scott headed straight for the kettle and Anna rushed up stairs saying she needed a hot shower more than anything else.
When Anna returned she saw the men sitting at the kitchen table with mugs of tea. They both looked up when they saw her. She was wearing a short white silky dressing gown that ended half way down her thighs; she had bare legs so Scott thought she must be wearing her favourite cream bed shorts. And he knew that if she was wearing them, she'd be wearing the matching silky camisole top. He couldn't resist giving his cock a little squeeze under the table.
"Come on, chop chop Scott. Get yourself in the shower, and then our guest can make use of the facilities, if he wants..."
Scott quickly finished his tea and made his way up the stairs. Under the hot water his mind turned to the thought of his wife sitting beside Tim downstairs. Christ, he thought; what if she was actually sat there wet whilst chatting to Tim? He felt his cock stiffen again. God he wanted her so bad. He resisted touching himself though - he knew he had a big load from the forced abstinence and wanted to save it for Anna. As he reluctantly got dressed he thought about what was or wasn't going to happen very soon. He couldn't remember feeling this turned on or as nervous ever.
He walked back into the kitchen and he surprised himself to feel a little disappointed at seeing them still sat there chatting. He did notice however, Anna's flushed cheeks.
"Do you want a shower Tim?" Scott asked, refilling the kettle.
"I really would, if you don't mind."
"I'll grab you a towel." Anna said jumping up.
Scott then saw Anna and Tim cross on the stairs as she handed over a towel. Anna then sat back down at the table. They sat there staring at each other for a couple of minutes before Scott spoke;
"Well, I reckon we've probably got five or six minutes to decide."
They both knew very well what was implied.
"You obviously fancy him." Scott asked.
"I do."
"I guess we'll never see him again, he mentioned he's heading back up North."
"That's settled then." And with that Anna got up from her chair. She walked around to him and stroked over his crotch.
"I'll be in the bedroom when you are both ready."
