Bill and Anna didn't say much on their taxi ride. Anna scooted over beside Bill and rested her head on his shoulder pretty much as soon as the car began to move and was soon overtaken by sleep, breathing softly. In turn, he put his arm around her shoulders. The car left the grounds of the house and began the descent from the high valley-side where the plush residence was located and began snaking down the valley wall towards its floor and the larger, arterial roads that led back towards their hotel. Bill was mildly impressed with the smoothness of the ride in the car despite the twistiness of the terrain. Their taxi was not quite the standard, city cab. The studio had paid a little extra and provided them with a plusher, executive car. While it was not a limousine, it was a top-end saloon and was equipped as such with extremely soft, comfortable seating, a Bluetooth phone loop, mini-fridge and privacy screen.
Bill was also tired but his earlier nap had perked him up to a certain extent. He was re-running the events of the afternoon in his mind, over and over again, looking down at his wife's peaceful face, it was hard to believe what she had just been doing. She was dressed for relaxation, clothes loose, light and uncomplicated. Her face was clean and fresh – her usual style with subtle make up complimenting her natural beauty. This was the way he had known her to look all their life together.
This was, of course in stark contrast to how she looked earlier that same day. She had emerged from her make-up and wardrobe sessions a woman transformed. She was a vision of sensuality, a sultry, stunning vixen, with full red pouting lips and dark eyeliner. Her eyes burned with passion and mischief and a confidence that left Bill simply enchanted. She had been wearing the sexiest, tightest dress that Bill had ever seen, designer lingerie and red 'fuck me' heels. She was perfect. By the end of the afternoon, those shoes had lived up to their name - Anna had been fucked more thoroughly than he had ever thought possible, her mouth stuffed with cock her cunt used, stretched and her face and body coated with cum.
Bill shook his head, smiling as he did so in disbelief, his wife – his Anne had recorded a porn scene – had extended, passionate and most certainly pleasurable sex with a professional porn actor, while being filmed by a recording crew. The same woman who now rested on his shoulder, sleeping. Bill could feel the soft flesh of Anna's breast against his arm. Her nipple was erect, whether this was the result of some new arousal or a remnant of the afternoon past, where Steve had licked, sucked, bit and twisted the sensitive bud of her breast, Bill was unsure. However, this and the thoughts he has having set Bill's cock stirring in his trousers once more.
Bill gave a little furtive look in the direction of the taxi driver. He was listening to a Latin American radio station, quietly humming along to the tunes. He certainly did not seem to be interested in Bill or Anna but Bill closed the privacy screen in any case - he had had enough of watching and being watched today.
Bill placed his free hand gently on the material of his wife's loosely-fitting halter neck and slid it silently over to her breast. He found the soft flesh and cupped it with his hand, feeling the point of her nipple, which, like its partner on her other breast, was erect. He silently kneaded the flesh through Anna's dress, his cock becoming more engorged as he groped at her tit. Bill found that with minimal effort he could slip his hand down the top of the garment and access the bare flesh of his wife's tits. As he sneaked his hand under her clothes, his hand brushed over Anna's nipple. Bill thought he noticed a change in Anna's breathing – a momentary holding of her breath as his palm glided over her nipple and then a slightly fuller exhalation. Her eyes remained gently closed as she rested on Bill's shoulder. Bill ever so gently pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger and stroked slowly up and then down her elongated nipple. With one final feathery touching of the tip of her breast, he removed his hand from inside her halter neck.
He looked at Anna's peaceful face and then his gaze tracked down over her body. His cock was fully hard now and he could not stop himself from exploring his sleeping wife's body further. He placed a hand tentatively between her legs, looking for any reaction from Anna. This time, he was sure that he detected a slight change in her breathing and the softest of murmurings as she exhaled. While she was asleep, she could also feel Bill's touch and even in her slumber, she had reacted. Bill glanced towards the front of the car to check that the privacy screen was still doing its job. Even if the driver wanted to have a look (and Bill was reasonably sure he wasn't at all interested in events going on in the back of his vehicle) the screen provided pretty comprehensive cover for Bill and Anna. Reassured that their privacy was intact, he groped between his wife's legs more fully. Through the thin material of the gypsy skirt, he could feel the heat of Anna's pussy. He placed his palm flat and pressed firmly down, sliding his hand down and around under her towards her asshole. On the way back up, he could feel the puffy, swollen lips of her cunt.
Anna's skirt extended to her ankles when she stood. In this seated position however, the light material was bunched up just below the knee. Desperate to see her naked pussy, Bill started to slowly tease the skirt up Anna's legs. Getting the skirt up and over the knees was the trickiest part due to the way her legs were spread. Once past this point however, Bill was able to quickly raise the skirt to the very top of his sleeping wife's thighs. He confirmed with excitement what he thought had been the case through touch – that she was without panties.
He could not help thinking at this point about the events earlier in the afternoon – how his wife's pussy had been stuffed and pounded with Steve's huge cock for over an hour – stretched and owned. He remembered the cruel, mocking words Jessica had hissed into his ear as Steve penetrated his wife - teasing him that his beautiful wife's pussy would never be the same again after Steve had his way with it. He had never seen Anna satisfied like that before during sex – the look in her eyes, her moans and exultations of pleasure. He could remember every moan and cry of every orgasm she had been given.
Bill placed his fingers at the entrance of Anna's pussy. He was desperate to explore her, to feel for himself if his wife felt as he remembered or if she had been forever altered by the servicing she had been subjected to. Looking at her exposed pussy her could see that is was very puffy and swollen after her session that afternoon. He cautiously placed a moistened finger over her clitoris and began to massage her sensitive button, gradually parting the lips of her cunt as he did so.
As he toyed with her, Anna shifted her head on Bill's shoulder and let out a grunt of pleasure. "Uuuummmhhh!"
Bill continued to toy with her hooded clitoris, freshly moistening his fingers with saliva and Anna's own wetness, spreading from between her legs. Her eyes were still closed but her increasingly heavy breathing and occasional quiet grunts and murmurs of pleasure led Bill to believe that she was actually awake now. Bill could feel her clit becoming erect as he stimulated it with his deft fingers. In a way he was a little surprised that Anna had any desire left to come, given the multitude of orgasms she had already surrendered to that afternoon.
Bill continued rubbing her little clit, moving his fingers with considerable speed over her sex. Using his thumb to continue the clitoral stimulation, he slid a finger inside her and began to finger fuck his wife. He could feel his finger becoming ever-more coated in her juices as he continued his ministrations. As he pleasured his sexy wife, Bill could feel her body approaching climax. He noticed that one of her hands was now gripping the seat of the car, squeezing it in time with the thrusts of his finger. This made him hornier than ever and more than a little proud with the speed with which he had brought her towards coming. Anna was now breathing heavily through her mouth. Her eyes were no longer gently closed in sleep but clenched shut as she was taken to the point of orgasm.
With a loud moan, she came. Her head was still resting on Bills shoulder as her cunt spasmed around his finger, clitoris throbbing in time with the contractions as her mind became a cloudy, sluggish mess. Though her eyes were still closed, any pretence of sleep she was trying to maintain would have been useless now – it was perfectly apparent she was awake.
Bill moaned in desire and hissed in Anna's ear "I have to fuck you now!"
Vaguely aware of what her husband was saying, she protested weakly, feeling tired and aware that her subsiding orgasm, whilst pleasurable, also involved a degree of pain due to the general soreness of her pussy after the wonderful sex she had with Steve that afternoon. Bill ignored her quiet, vague objections, quickly sliding his loose trousers down to his knees, hands aware of the dried semen that still encrusted the garment from earlier. His cock sprang free as he did so – rock hard and straining towards his wife's sex. He quickly repositioned himself and lifted up her leg to allow himself access to her pussy. He ran the head of his cock around the entrance to her pussy, moistening himself with her juices and slid the head of his cock in between the outer lips of her pussy.
Bill felt the lips of her Anna's pussy part as the head of his manhood slid inside his wife. Anna suddenly shoved a hand between her legs and tightly gripped the shaft of Bill's cock – pulling the tip of his manhood out of her and preventing him from re-penetrating her. The pair of them locked eyes, Bill unable to hide his frustration.
"You can't!" said Anna apologetically. "I'm too sore after today. I'm amazed you managed to bring me off with your fingers and even then right up until I came, I wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain I was feeling."
Bill's cock throbbed in her grip, his glans hovering at the entrance to Anna's pussy – held by her fist. Desperate for release, he thrust his hips forward and backwards, eyes dropping to Anna's breasts which he was now fondling. He was half trying to force his way into her and half bucking in frustration, but all he could do was force his dick back and forward in Anna's clenched hand.
Anna found herself smiling at Bill. He was so horny that he was fucking her fist with his dick.
