Mandy and Marty Jestin were at a sexual crossroads in their marriage when then met Frank and Jillian. After coaxing, Marty got Mandy to commit to a Mexico vacation, but only if he joined her for Yoga one night at their local wellness center.
After yoga they let friends, Frank and Jillian Cosgrove, know about their sunny plans and they quickly invited the couple over for a hot tub party, which turned into a naked plunge, leading to some revealing comments between Mandy and Jillian as Mandy's confidence grew in her recently reconfigured body. Frank had a better place in mind and the four booked Mexico vacations together that night.
The nakedness they shared in the hot tub prompted Jillian to book a weeks worth of naked yoga for the couples as a compromise to avoiding the nude beach that adjoined the resort.
The story picks up at the Cosgrove's house, immediately after the naked hot tub party ended.
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Walking to their car, having just shown themselves, and seen Frank and Jillian naked, Mandy and Marty were silent climbing into their seats. Mandy was teasing her hair looking straight forward, Marty looked at her, his eyes wide while starting the car before turning forward and they pulled out in silence.
No words unnerved Marty.
"I'm not sure what that...." Marty began slowly, eyes darting to the passenger seat, beginning a comment that was going to be the usual slow, diluted summary of the experience.
Mandy stopped him mid-sentence by undoing her seatbelt and pouncing, moving her face to his lap, her hands quickly working the shorts buttons. They released and she slid them down and finding his cock with her right hand, semi-hard pulling it out of his boxers.
"Whhha, what are you?...." Not used to the aggression, stopping his protest.
She looked up at his face, his focus intently on driving, smiled, her lips lowered to surround the tip of his cock, his lovely head. She always admired how his cock looked, it had personality now blowing air on the soft flesh. For a moment she had a quick thought, a comparison of it to Frank's, before bobbing down onto Marty's shaft, pushing the length back into her throat.
"Oh my God..." Marty said in a hush, watching the road, veering to the right a little before correcting. Focusing on driving kept him from creaming in her mouth in an instant, her talents in this department underutilized for years.
The drive was about 10 minutes, Marty wasn't sure he had enough stamina to make it home, her wet mouth felt so good bobbing up and down. His left hand was in her hair, her hands beneath the base of the shaft, one stroking in line with her lips.
"You're beautiful, Mandy," he said, appreciating his wife's spontaneity, though seeing a shift back at the pool and hot tub. He didn't think watching her confidence strutting her naked body for everyone and the aggression she lost years ago after kid number two would result in a hummer in the car.
He looked down into his lap feeling her mouth leave his cock for a moment seeing her face looking up with a look of hunger in Mandy's eyes. He shudder while her hand slowly stroked the length, a wry grin pushing the corners of her mouth. She slid her hand down the shaft, under his balls, playing with them slowly moving them in his sack from side to side, passing each other.
"Oh, baby you're so naught!" Marty cooed, looking at the road and down at her alternatively, shifting in the driver's seat allowing more access.
"Can you make it home without releasing?" Mandy said in a giggle, not letting up, readying to swallow if necessary. "Let me know if you're close, I want it swimming in my belly."
Marty thought to himself, 'Where did this come from?' Still trying to focus on driving with her mouth sliding up and down his shaft and her hand stroking.
"Ohhhhhh," Marty moaned, pushing up, finding resistance.
It was at that moment Mandy replayed Jillian's words from that night while she was braiding her hair.
'A good blowjob features it sliding back into your throat,' Jillian told Mandy talking about how she gave Frank's large cock oral pleasure. 'It takes lubrication, you know like you see in the porn movies where the girl spits repeatedly on the head before pushing it back deep?'
A stream of spit left Mandy's mouth, her long fingers circled the Marty's head and caught the first, then second deposit. Mandy slid the spit down the shaft and back up with her hand and let a third burst of flem and salvia onto the pool and then moved her face down on his shaft quickly.
"OHGGFFFmmmpttt!" She exclaimed, the head sliding over her tongue and where it had met resistance, it slid past a good inch. She pulled back and slammed down harder, getting a total of two inches into her throat. "OOOHHHHHHGGGFFmmmptttt!"
"Jesus!" Marty exclaimed, they were just a couple minutes from their house not wanting to crash, he felt her pull back again and push hard, his left hand assisted by pushing her head down and her lips were soon at the base of his shaft. "OHHHH, Shit!! Cumming!!"
"GGHhhOHGGGFFTT!" she gagged a little the first spurt heavy, her head pulled back, sucked some air but before the second spurt came covered his head and it shot onto her tongue. Mandy swallowed, coughing and wheezing some, staying on his cock, sucking it and gathering the smaller and smaller deposits pumping out of her husband's cock.
They pulled into the garage, the slurping and swallowing noises loud and plentiful, Mandy's face not coming up out of his lap. The fragrance of cum hung in the air, the car now in park, Marty leant back.
"Mandy...." Marty said softly, his hands in her hair, the car shut off, garage door closing sharing that intimate moment of climax and afterglow, her face still down in his lap gathering. "Baby, that was special."
Mandy was not done.
Her blonde, short hair tickling the skin on this thighs, the sucking, licking, lapping slowed down and finally she rose up. Mandy's wet lips were traced by her tongue before cleaning the inside of her mouth. She stopped him from talking, moving forward pressing her lips to his and inserting her tongue deep.
The earthy, pungent flavor forever marked this moment their marriage, his hands making their way to her head, hers on his shoulders, they kissed like two teenagers in the garage out of the site of her parents, his pants undone, cock feeling the moisture evaporate of it's limp shaft exposed under their kissing bodies.
She slid a hand down into his crotch, gathering any drops trying to escape his receding shaft, her ravenous appetite for his cum new, sliding fingers up and briefly breaking their kiss to suck the drops off the tips.
