The next day, in Scottsdale, Dan and Barb made their way through the staging area, closely examining several of the vintage cars. The morning of the first day was always set aside for inspection; giving potential bidders a chance to look over the cars up for auction, talking to the current owners, and checking out the reserve prices.
He found the cars he'd been interested in, along with a few more, including a fully documented 427 '67 Corvette, a nice '69 Mustang with a big block, and a Hemi powered '69 Charger that was numbers-matched and absolutely pristine.
He wound up getting all three of the 'Vettes, the Ferrari he'd had his eye on, the '70 Shelby Mustang, and then, on a whim, bought an unrestored '65 Mustang convertible that Barb had gushed over when they'd seen it in the sale line the day before, making a show of presenting her with the keys and paperwork to the baby blue Pony car.
"Dan, are you serious?!"
"Absolutely, Baby... you gave me the greatest wedding gift you could think of, on our wedding night." He replied, patting her on the ass... and causing her to blush furiously. "This is my wedding gift to you."
He changed his mind, contracting with a car hauler who used enclosed trailers to haul all six of the cars to the warehouse in Wyoming, making sure each one was insured to the maximum amount, and calling ahead and telling Mary Coltrane, who was currently manning the phones in the office there, to expect them and to park them in an out of the way area of the rented space until he and his wife got back. They had dinner at a local surf and turf restaurant, then retired to the motel suite for the evening, though both were too worn out from the day's activities to do much more than cuddle up, kiss a few times, and fall asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, though, was a bit of a different story.
Dan stirred awake to see his wife in the small kitchen, making coffee. Two bags from a local supermarket chain showed that she'd been up for quite a while as he had slept on.
She turned, seeing his eyes open, and said "Mornin' Sleepyhead! I took the Chevy, got us some breakfast." nodding towards the bags on the small table. "Coffee, sugar, milk, and a box of donuts.... plus a few of those microwave breakfast biscuit sandwiches."
"MMMM.... C'mere', babe."
She finished setting up the coffee pot and started it up, then came over and sat on the edge of the bed, where he could wrap her in his arms.... which he did, nuzzling her breasts through her light T-shirt.
"You're too good to me, Honey."
She stroked the back of his head for a moment. "Alright now, enough of that. Get up and get something to eat first, Dear.... I desperately need a coffee before you start any o' that!"
"Ok.... I just hope you remembered that we didn't bring any coffee mugs with us!"
"Got it covered.... I picked up two nice ones at the Dollar store next to the market, and talked 'em into throwing in a few plastic spoons from the ice cream stand they have inside the store. We're all set, baby."
When she handed him his coffee, he was startled to find that the mug had an inscription on it.... 'Number one Dad'. Looking at hers, he saw that it read 'Cause I'm the Mommy, that's why!'
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He peered at it skeptically, then shot her a look. "Tryin' to tell me something, sweety?"
She grinned back at him and replied "Well, honey, we're Preppers, aren't we? Relax, my last shot is still good for another few months. I just saw these and figured we'd need them, sooner or later. Besides, they were the biggest mugs they had, and you know I don't like those little pissant teacups."
They finished eating, threw the trash in the wastebasket, and as Barb was washing the coffee mugs, he stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck, just below her ear. Before long, she gave up, whispering "You're incorrigible!"
"Just part of my charm, Dear," he answered, reaching up with one hand to squeeze her breast as his other hand moved lower, caressing her groin, pressing his hardening cock into the crack of her ass. Within moments she was whimpering in lust, and he walked them both over to the side of the bed, tugging at the hem of her T-shirt as they sat down.
Freeing her substantial breasts, he reached for a nipple with his lips as she stroked her fingers through his hair, moaning in pleasure as he suckled and nipped at her chocolate brown tits, then pushed him away for a moment so she could push her shorts down.
He, meanwhile, quickly shucked his pants and underwear, and held his arms out to her from the edge of the bed. She took a step forward and pushed him onto his back. He smiled at his wife taking control, wondering, idly, what would come next, as he shifted around until he was lying fully on the mattress.
He didn't have long to wait, as she got up on top of him, knee-walking until he was staring straight into the winking eye of her already wet pussy. Giving her a short, slow lick, he found her clit and started fluttering his tongue over it, then pulling back a bit to lick up and down her unfurling pussy lips, once again returning to her engorged clit, sucking it lightly between his lips, which brought a deep groan from her. She turned around and leaned forward to take his hard cock in her mouth. Licking and sucking her way down until her nose was being tickled slightly by his pubic hair, then bobbing back up, she proceeded to give him one of her fantastic blowjobs as he tried his best to keep up with her gushing nectar, to the point that his chin and cheeks were covered in her juices.
She knew he was getting close, but didn't want to end it there, and suddenly jumped off him, moving down until she was straddling his hips, and plunged down on his hardness, taking him, reverse cowgirl, to the hilt in one thrust, riding him hard, until he reached up and grabbed her hips and started thrusting back at her. Soon they were slamming into each other with almost bone-crushing force. She came again, hard, leaving his balls and thighs awash in her juices, and in moments, he unleashed his jets of cum deep inside her, painting the walls of her cervix with his sperm as he held onto her waist for dear life.
Finally, both of them thoroughly spent, she turned, climbing off of him and laying down beside him, burying her head in the crook of his neck as she sighed deeply. "How did I get so lucky?"
He smiled, kissing her on the forehead. "I could ask you that question, love. I'm just glad we found each other."
After 'breakfast', they decided to go back to the auction, which was in the second day of it's three day run, and see if anything else caught their eyes.
There was, once again, a wide variety to choose from, but Dan's attention was caught by two in particular, a '69 GTO Ram Air IV 'Judge' convertible, and a '70 Jaguar, XK-E type, both of which had undergone 'rotisserie' restorations. He eventually got both, but the GTO hit him for nearly three quarter of a million dollars... a steal, considering it was fully documented, numbers matching, and one of only five built.
