It was early Friday afternoon and Charles was on his way home to pick up his new wife so they could go on their honeymoon. He had married Blanc last Monday. They were supposed to leave the next day for their honeymoon but a business crisis at the office had postponed things.
Blanc was Charles third wife and the youngest of the three when compared to his age of fifty two. His first wife had been his same age and the second had been two years younger. Blanc was only forty seven but looked younger than forty. Charles sighed deeply as his mind took him back to their whirlwind romance, all three months of it.
Barney the chauffer glanced up at the rearview mirror of the Lincoln and asked, "You alright boss?"
"I'm fine Barney. I'm more than fine. I'm married to the sexiest, smartest, woman in town."
Barney grinned and nodded as his attention returned completely to the road. Well, not completely, as memories of hot sex in the front seat of the Lincoln made a movie in the back of his mind. His costar was none other than the boss's new wife.
*****
After the wedding, he had driven the newly married couple down to the boss's office. He got out and told Barney to take his wife home and that he would be in town for the next few days. That he would call when he needed the car.
A few blocks from the office, Blanc had him pull over and get her smallest bag out of the trunk. He pulled back into afternoon traffic and gave it his undivided attention. Once he merged into traffic on the freeway headed north, he relaxed and glanced in the rearview mirror.
He did a double take on the scene in the mirror and then almost wrecked as he looked back to make sure what he saw was real. Blanc sat in the middle of the backseat with nothing on but her veil and white thigh high stockings.
Her legs were spread wide and she was fingering herself with two fingers of one hand as three fingers of the other rolled and strummed her clit slowly. To make it even worse she was watching him watch her in the mirror. He groaned and shifted in his seat.
"I was expecting a honeymoon tonight, not sleeping alone," she said and then grinned. "Where are you sleeping tonight?"
"Uh.... I.... Uh...." Barney said as he maneuvered the car over to the slow lane and got off at the next off ramp. Luckily, they were already outside the city and this road ran out through the woods toward a local lake.
With a lot less traffic and the speed control set to the speed limit, Barney glanced back to find Blanc slumped farther down in the seat. This only spread her knees wider and allowed her two fingers a straighter shot in and out of her slippery wet pussy.
"Lady, are you trying to cause a wreck or get yourself arrested?"
Blanc giggled. "I do love handcuffs and I've always wondered what one of those long black nightsticks would feel like in my ass or my pussy."
"I've got a nightstick for you but it sure ain't black," Barney mumbled.
"Promises, promises," Blanc whispered and then groaned as visions of a dick the size of a nightstick being shoved deep and hard into her pussy crossed her mind.
Barney shifted in his seat again and tried to adjust the hard-on in his pants leg to a more comfortable position. It wasn't happening, no way, no how.
Curiosity got the better of Blanc, so she sat up and leaned forward between the front seats. She left the two fingers in her soaking wet pussy and used her other hand for balance as she moved even farther forward. Barney was a big guy so she was on her knees and laid out on the console by the time she got a view of the bulge in his pants leg.
"Holy shit! Is that damn thing real?" She asked as she jerked her fingers out of her pussy and scrambled over and into the front passenger seat.
"Hey, I've got to drive here," Barney said loudly but his eyes were on her gorgeous round ass, which passed only inches from his face, and then on her large firm tits.
Once she got seated in front, she reached over to find out if it was real or not. Halfway there she realized she was reaching with the hand that had been in her pussy. She jerked that hand back, stuffed two sticky fingers in her mouth with a moan and reached with the other hand.
Blanc ended up lying across the console as she explored the long thick ridge in Barney's slacks. "Damned if it ain't real," she whispered as her hand squeezed and release it three times before she covered its whole length. "And a foot long, if I've ever felt one."
When she suddenly started fumbling with his belt buckle, Barney swatted her hand. "You're wasting your time. There's no way to get it out with me sitting down short of a knife."
Blanc looked up with horror on her face. "There won't be anything remotely sharp even close to that beauty if I have any say."
"I meant to cut the pants."
Blanc grinned. "I know what you meant, now find a place private to park this damned car before I rip those pants with my bare hands." Sliding farther forward she added, "I could try chewing my way through first."
Barney's big hand swatted Blanc's ass with a meaty slapping sound. "Sit back before you wreck us."
Blanc looked up at Barney and smiled. "Spanking my ass is not the way to make me stop when I'm after a big hard dick. It just excites me more."
"The boss is going to fire my ass at the very least when he finds out what you're doing," Barney said and then moaned.
Blanc now had both hands on Barney's hard dick. "He knows I fuck around. I told him as much when he proposed to me. He said it didn't matter as long as I kept it low profile. Laying down in this seat is about as low as it gets."
Barney slapped her on the ass again. "Yeah, but this is sticking up for the world to see."
Blanc shivered and wiggled her ass from side to side. "A little harder, if you please."
