We had been married for little over two years and had our first child. Ann would have been about twenty eight. Before anyone asks, it was not conceived on the night of the last harrah, nor was it Tony’s. I assure you it was all my own work and I have a story about conceiving the second one. Our sex life had not slowed, it had improved now she was able to again be the slut she was previously. A point in case, the midwife jokingly suggested having sex to start the labour as my wife had been overdue. But she could never of imagined how literally we took the suggestion, with me repeatedly fucking Ann in both her holes.
So we were out on date night and had gone to a Beefeater. We had finished our meal and I told her to go in the toilet and remove her thong. She preferred thongs to panties, so I knew she was wearing one, along with stockings and suspenders under her short skirt. It was the same matching blue lingerie she had worn for the last harrah, oh how I remember that night. She asked why, saying we had to get back for her mother who was babysitting, and therefore we were not stopping for a shag, on the way home. I said this was not my intention and off she went to remove it. When she came back she placed the lacy thong on the table in front of me. The waitress came to clear the table and obviously saw it. She asked if that would be all, to which my wife replied, for now but I’ll probably be getting something later at home. The waitress looked knowingly at me, smiled at my wife and said enjoy.
We left and walked to the car park. As we got to the car I turned her around and kissed her. I then started to snog her, she responded snogging me back, as I gently pushed her against the car. Continuing to snog her, I pulled her skirt up, she couldn’t complain as she had a mouth full of tongue, and I rubbed my hand quite forcefully around her pussy, spreading her lips and finding her clit. By now she was breathing heavily and was a bit unsteady, so I stopped what I was doing to allow her to get in the car, when she got her breath back she complained that I should not have stopped as she was about to cum. I said I’d see to her on the drive home, which was about twenty minutes. While I was still standing in the doorway of the car, I got my cock out and offered it to her to suck, fully aware we were in full view of the restaurant, but with my back to it. She paused what she was doing, to say that she was incredibly turned on, and was going to need a good fucking when we got home. Even though the blow job, the possibility of being seen, was very sexy, I decided to save myself for later and put my cock away.
I got her to pull her skirt up before belting in, and we drove off. The car being an automatic I had my left hand free, so was able to play with her pussy as we drove along. She reclined her seat, put her left foot up on the dash and her right knee as far over to my side as she could, giving me unrestricted access to insert a couple of fingers into her, now very wet, cunt and to rub her clit. I put the interior light on so I could look at her stocking clad thighs and bald pussy. She took the opportunity to insert her own fingers and rub her clit as her breathing increased and she started moaning. I let her pleasure herself for a while before brushing her hand away and replacing it with mine. We were nearly home, so I rubbed her pussy and clit harder and faster, until just as we turned in to our road, she had a shuddering and noisy climax. She was panting and red in the face, so we had to park around the corner to allow her to calm down before going inside.
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