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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Life in the fast lane
Yesterday we drove the long tedious route to Murcia, to pick up a friend from the airport.
The sun was beating down, the aircon on full blast. My mind wandered back to a sexy evening we had spent with Jeff’s brother Paul last week. After a BBQ replete with a robust Rioja, I decided to spice the evening up with a little lingerie show.
I disappeared into the villa, leaving the guys to clear up the BBQ mess. I chose the new white satin with black lace basque (you might have seen the photos?), sheer stockings and patent stilettos. I pinned my hair up loosely, applied a little deep red lippie, and off I went to seek out my boys.
As I came down the stairs I laughed out loud, seeing them both sitting on the couch, trousers round their ankles, cocks already erect. Have I become so predictable that they knew what I was up to when I came in to ‘freshen up’? It had been a while since we had a 3some fun evening, and we were clearly all very much ‘up for it’!
The next few hours involved a lot of reciprocal sucking and fucking, laughter, moans, groans and shouts of ecstasy. As these images flitted through my mind on this boring drive, I became increasingly turned on, and wriggled in my car seat, trying to assuage the throbbing which was enlivening my pussy and clit.
‘What are you up to Louisa?’ Jeff said, glancing sideways as he overtook a lorry.
‘Oh, just remembering last Thursday at Paul’s.’ I said, sliding my right hand between my thighs, and feeling the hot wetness already soaking my pussy lips. Not wearing knickers meant my juices were dribbling down, and might well wet the car seat.
‘Let me see how much you’re remembering’ Jeff mumbled as he stretched his right arm out and fingered my puss. I leaned back in my seat, opening my legs wider, allowing him access to my inner lips. He flicked, stroked and fucked with those long deft fingers, getting me increasingly turned on, my clit hardening into an olive stone, covered in silky softness, desperate to be sucked.
All the while, Jeff navigated the A7, overtaking countless lorries , wondering if the drivers caught a glimpse of the raunchy fingering going on in the front seat. I was aware that the traffic was getting busier, and through my lustful glaze, I realised we were on the outskirts of Murcia city, a dangerous place to drive at the best of times.
Reluctantly, I pushed Jeff’s hand away and told him he needed to concentrate on driving. He sucked his fingers lasciviously, then had me give a little suck, tasting the remnants of my jism on his fingertips.
I tried to sit up and re-orientate myself, but quickly realised that I was too far gone; I needed to orgasm, the more I resisted, the more urgent it became. I groaned as I slid back down the seat, with cars and lorries surrounding the car in the bottleneck of traffic. I didn’t care who saw what now, I just needed release. I rubbed my clit for a few seconds, and the first wave hit me, my face screwed up in that exquisite agony of orgasm, grunting as a second wave mounted and came crashing, stronger than the first. My short skirt was scrunched around my waist, and any passing motorist could have seen my naked hips arching upwards in the throes of orgasm. As it subsided, I became more aware of the surroundings, and as we slowed down at a roundabout, I saw a truck driver spotting me with a look of disbelief and overt lust. This reignited the flames and I pushed myself back, stiff as a board and clenched myself as another juddering climax came rushing.
‘Oh my god, that’s a first!’ I panted, as I gradually eased, to the point of being floppy as a rag doll.
Jeff indicated right, and drew into the supermarket car park, we had arrived at our destination, in more ways than one.
‘You are one sexy slut wife Louisa.’ We had a long slow snog in the front seat, before we got out of the car and walked hand in hand, my legs a little wobbly, towards the supermarket.
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