We had the company limousine take us to dinner for our 10th anniversary. Carl and I were young when we married, he was 23 and I was only 20. He had just graduated from Stanford and I was still a junior at UC Berkeley. We lived in a studio apartment near downtown Oakland and had no money. Carl had tremendous drive and ambition though. He promised me that we would be millionaires by the time we had our 10th anniversary and I believed in him. He came through with his promise and became the owner of a successful computer software company in the Silicon Valley. We owned three large homes, an 80 acre ranch, a 60 foot yacht, and a private jet. We had it all, except for one thing - children. We couldn't have kids and we had no desire to adopt. It didn't matter because we loved each other and were quite satisfied with the life we shared together. We especially had a rich and fulfilling sex life. One thing was for sure though, we have come a long way from that tiny apartment in Oakland.
We had a lovely sushi dinner at a fine Japanese restaurant in San Francisco. After dinner, Carl bought one of those large bottles of sake to take with us on the evening ride up the coast that he planned for us. Our young male driver held the rear door open for us as I climbed inside the black Lincoln stretch limousine. I caught him stealing a look under my short blue sequenced dress as it rode up on my thighs when I kicked my left leg up to enter the car. I am sure he got an eyeful of white panties beaming through my suntan colored pantyhose. He blushed as I caught him looking while I slid across the plush leather seats. My husband caught him too and scolded the young man. Carl was fuming, but remained composed. It was cute how he still showed signs of jealousy over me. He dismissed the minor indiscretion and gave the profusely apologetic driver orders regarding our destination. Carl climbed in the rear passenger area of the limo and sat next to me.
"Aimee, I told you that dress was too damn short!" Carl chastised me for wearing such a revealing outfit, "A woman of your status should not be exposing yourself to the help like that."
"But I wore this dress for you dear." I explained, "You've always enjoyed looking at my legs."
"They ARE beautiful." He lightened up a bit and placed his hand on my knee, rubbing it gently. "But that doesn't mean I like having other men gawk at them and you giving them a free show."
"Oh come now Carl. You are so jealous. You know I could never love another. Besides, I couldn't help it. This dress is a trifle tight and I had to raise it a little so it wouldn't tear as I got into the car."
"Well, I suppose you're right. When it comes to men looking at you, I just fly off the handle sometimes."
Carl calmed down and tried to soften the mood by playing some romantic music on the stereo. He opened the bottle of sake and poured some in two crystal wine glasses.
"I have champagne too, for later." Carl whispered in my ear. He smiled and seemed to totally release his anger. He was feeling stressed lately as the pressures of being a CEO of a large corporation were effecting him and it was good to see him relax. He toasted our marriage and devotion to each other, then we sipped the strong rice wine. We kissed and embraced each other tightly.
The limo crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and headed north through Marin County, then toward the coast. Carl and I began to neck like teen-agers in a car at a drive-in movie. Carl looked handsome in his dark blue conservative suit and red power tie. His dark hair was slicked back neatly with no hair out of place. His face was youthful as he did not change in appearance in 10 years. He still maintained the same chiseled features he had in his college days. He had high cheek bones and strong chin. He had sharp blue eyes which were always focused. He was medium height, standing about 5'-9" and medium build, weighing about 175 pounds. He was tone, but not very muscular. Sixteen hour days in the office left little time to work out and throw some weight around. Although he was no Greek god, he was very pleasing to my eye.
As for me, I changed since we married, especially when I hit thirty. Ten years ago I was a slight, long haired brunette, weighing only 110 pounds. I was 5'-5" with measurements 34"-24"-34". Since then, I gained twenty pounds and two inches on my bust, hips and thighs. I was very athletic in school, but the life of a pampered executive's wife made me soft over the years. I managed to play tennis twice a week to keep from turning into a total blimp, but it leaves me longing for the firm body I had in my school days. My raven colored hair was cut just above my shoulders and not down to my waist as I kept it ten years ago. For this date with my husband, I had it pinned up. Carl, although a leg man at heart, took a liking to my increased breast size over the years and I found myself wearing more plunging necklines to please him. My midnight blue sequenced dress was no different showing a good portion of cleavage. The hem of my dress fell several inches above my knees revealing a substantial amount of luscious thighs and shapely calves. Carl adored my legs. He loved me to show them off for him and my closet became full of short skirts and dresses.
We sipped sake and kissed as we coursed along a winding coastal road, which was totally dark with the exception of blue light from a three quarter moon. Carl began to rub the inside of my thigh just above my knee. He knew I loved that. I slightly parted my legs for him, giving him the signal that I wanted him to venture farther. He kissed me passionately as he slid his hand up my thigh and under my dress. My breathing became more rapid as he found my luscious mound covered in white satin and lace bikini panties encased in a thin layer of nylon. He found me to be hot and damp down there as the sake and the romance was making me feel very aroused. I moaned sweetly as he rubbed his fingers over moistened crotch. I began rocking my hips forward as he dug is stiffened fingers into my clitoris and labia over my sexy underwear. I was becoming quite wet and my breathing grew heavier rubbing in deep circular motions all over my vulva, touching me in all my favorite places. Carl kissed me as he rubbed and messaged me.
I decided to reciprocate and reached down to his groin. I felt his bulge swelling up in his pants. I rubbed his balls and growing penis through the material of his pants. I found his zipper and pulled it down . I unbuckled his thin black leather belt and unsnapped the clasp at the waist of his pants. Carl raised his hips and allowed me to pull his pants down to his knees. I saw his thick cock and bulbous testicles wrapped like a present in silk bikini underwear. They were white with blue vertical pin stripes. They accentuated the curves of his balls and his cylindrical shaft nicely. I cupped his balls over the thin, soft, silky material. He felt warm and a moist down there as well. Over his underwear, I tickled the area between his balls and his anus causing him to clench his buttocks and open his thighs. Then I ran my slender fingers up and down his shaft. With my long red fingernails, I playfully traced the lines and curves of his cock and balls over his silky unides. Feeling up my husband caused a twitching, pulsing sensation deep within my pussy.
Carl and I continued to mutually touch each other over our underwear. I made the next move by pulling down my pantyhose to my ankles giving him access to my pretty white panties. He loved playing with my pantied covered pussy. My wetness was thoroughly soaking through the thin shiny satin and covered Carl's fingertips. I reached into his bikini briefs, which were now spotted with his pre-cum, and gently pulled out his stiff cock. I began to stroke my husband's meaty member with my soft dainty fingers.
"Oh. That feels so good." Carl reacted to my manual stimulation of his throbbing penis.
"I can't believe were doing this in the car." I giggled coyly, "What if the driver comes back here?"
"He won't." Carl said confidently, "I told him to drive up the coast until I told him to stop or we reached the Oregon border."
"But what if..."
"Don't worry." Carl cut me off, "We have a full tank of gas. He won't stop for hours if he knows what's good for him."
I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to enjoy the ride. I began to stroke Carl more vigorously, while he slid his hand under the crotch of my panties and caressed my sensitive tissues. He sunk his fingers into my vagina and soaked them with my wetness. He pulled his wet fingers out and began smearing my juices on my clit. He ran two fingers up and down my budding flower and drove me wild. The curvaceous road and the swerving movements of the car made my ass and the back of my bare thighs sink down and mash into the soft leather seats. The smell of leather was a turn on for me too and the movement and vibrations of the car on the road served to enhance the sexual experience for me. Carl pressed and rubbed my button until a came with shriek. I clasp my hand over my mouth fearing the driver would hear.
"Don't worry." Carl reassured, "It is sound proof back here. No one can hear a thing."
I blushed and laid my head upon Carl's chest. I absentmindedly stroked his penis as I basked in the moment. Suddenly, the car swerved hard to the right and screeched to a halt. We heard car door open and felt the weight transfer as the driver exited. This was followed by a heated exchange of words and the sounds of a scuffle. Something had gone wrong, terribly wrong.
"Quick! Lock the doors!" Carl blurted out and instructed me to lock the door on my side as he moved to the door on his. I fumbled in the dark and managed to find the lock to my door but it was too late. My door flung wide open and I was greeted with a blast of chilled ocean air and a dark figure coming over me. It was a man, a big, powerful man. He climbed over me and grabbed Carl who was trying to lock his door. As I looked over to Carl and the man, a second man was coming through my door. He came in and shoved me toward the center of the rear seat and slammed the door behind him. The two white men in their early twenties quickly overpowered Carl and shoved him across the limo floor to the opposing seats. They brought his arms behind his back and held them there. One man produced a handgun and pointed it against Carl's temple.
"Move and I kill you both!" The gunman threatened menacingly.
"Who are you? What do you want? Carl demanded. I felt my self jerking back into my seat as the limo lurched forward and accelerated down the road at high speed.
"Me and my friends need a ride and we saw this big ole boat coming down the road. Well I figured it would suit our needs just fine." The gunman said as the other man cranked Carl's arm higher upon his back.. "This is a carjacking, Bud. Welcome to my world." Both men laughed heartily.
"Please!" Carl pleaded, "Take the car. Take what you want. Just leave us alone."
