R Peters - Lewd wife

"Well, I just thought we might go out for a drink and see what happens."

I couldn't believe my ears. In our twelve years of marriage, Roger had never made a suggestion like this one. It was obvious that he was up to something, but I was curious and went along for the ride.

Once in the car, I could tell that Roger was nervous about something, and I thought maybe he was just embarrassed about all we had been through in the past few days. Maybe he felt guilty about the dirty movie, or maybe he just wanted to be nice to me and get me away from the kids and house.

We pulled into Downey's Tavern, a favorite watering hole for our friends. We went inside and ordered a couple of beers. Inside it was dark, the jukebox was playing, and it was cool, almost cold. The air conditioning must have been turned up to full power. It wasn't unusual that the place was nearly empty, considering it was a weeknight and most of our friends went to bed early. They usually avoided the bars until the weekends, when they could stay out late and sleep in the next day.

Roger sat quietly in the dark drinking his beers. First it was one, then two, then three; I lost track somewhere around six. He was obviously feeling no pain when he turned to me and said, "You wanna screw, baby?"

I was startled at first, but thought the beer must have been lowering his defenses. The cold air was filtering in underneath my skirt, I was bored with drinking beer, and I certainly didn't want to discourage Roger.

"Sure," I said, "my place or yours?" And with that we both laughed loudly. A few patrons looked at us and then turned away.

I was still laughing when I felt Roger's strong, cold hand working its way up my leg into my skirt. I lurched forward a bit and then felt his finger playing with my clit. It was starting to feel good when I got hold of myself and told him to stop. I was not about to become a scene for a few drunk stragglers to enjoy. Roger motioned that we should leave and I followed. As Roger was about to open the car door for me, he stopped me, throwing his body against mine and he started kissing me.

"Let's wait," I said.

"Ok, but not for long."

Then I excused myself to the bathroom which was around back. Now by this time I was hot and all horny again, so I decided to use the restroom to pull off my panties and get myself ready for some heavy action.

I stopped at the mirror, admiring my sleek frame in the reflection, then I quickly reached down and rubbed my warm pussy which was itching for some long, hard cock. My hands went to the side of my hips and I began pushing down my panties. They fell to my ankles and I stooped down to get them. Then, in an instant, I lifted up my dress to see my pussy hair and admire my hot cunt. I grabbed my panties, stuffed them in my purse, rubbed my cunt once more, and hurried out the door.

Once I was back in the car Roger seemed a little more detached from me. He started the car up and began driving. He glanced up at the mirror. I looked down at his crotch and noticed his earlier bulge had disappeared.

"How about if we stop by John and Valerie's," he said.

"Sure," I replied.

I felt that Roger was trying to tell me something, but couldn't get up the nerve.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure." Roger seemed like his feelings were hurt. I thought maybe he was mad about my not wanting to get it on at Downey's. I decided I better make it up to him fast, if not sooner, and definitely before we got to John and Valerie's.

I scooted over next to Roger as he was driving. I took my hand and ran it through his hair. Then I whispered gently into his ear, making sure my breath was heavy and warm. He seemed intent on concentrating on the road. Then I reached down with my other hand and quickly unzipped his fly. Roger still had no reaction.

Slowly I began rubbing his cock with the backside of my hand. His lap was becoming warmer as I increased the pressure and frequency of strokes. His prick was almost galloping to a hard-on.

I could feel the warmth of his rod's skin, and his width and length growing in my hand. Then I leaned over to suck his neck. I ran my lips along his collar and used my lips to suck his skin, back and forth.

Then when it looked like we had entered a deserted strip of pavement, I bent down and placed my lips on his cock. It responded by firming up in my mouth and I could see Roger was doing his best to stay on the road.

Both his hands were glued to the steering wheel. I was leaning over in his lap, sucking his rod, and his eyes were darting to the rearview mirror, the road ahead of us, and then down to me sucking him off. I positioned myself better in his lap, out of view, but very much in the center of action.

My tongue came lapping out of my mouth and I tried wrapping it around his rod. I edged my tongue under his cock, and began licking up his balls. He was getting off a little too fast, and for a moment it seemed like we almost went off the road.

I lifted my head slightly and took in as much as I could of his hard prick in my mouth. I made a circle with my mouth and leaned up even further and started to move my head up and down his rod.

The car was hitting occasional bumps, causing him to push his cock into my mouth even further, often hitting his rod on the back of my throat. A couple of times I wanted Roger to pull off the road so I could blow him good with his hot cum shooting down my neck and throat, but I never got the chance.

Roger began driving with one hand on the wheel and with his other pushing my head down on his cock. Didn't he know I was swallowing all I could? His arms were strong and he placed his right hand on the top of my head. He pushed it down as hard as he could, securing a place in my mouth for his rock hard cock.

He let up slightly, and I began massaging his bulging balls with my fingers. He was having difficulty steering the car. I knew we would soon be at John and Valerie's, so I was trying to hurry. I pulled back and began jerking his cock while running my tongue along the edge of his rod.

That was all he needed as cum began dripping out the end of his cock, then a squirt came out, followed by a stream of squirts, until they were covering my face. They first hit my nose, then dripped down the sides, running into my mouth where I could taste his delicious cum. I took my tongue and licked all the cum I could off his rod. I loved swallowing his cum and wanted more. Roger straightened up and I could tell we were about there.

Roger had gotten his rocks off and I had blown him for the first time ever while driving, but we were at John and Valerie's, and my hot little pussy didn't seem to want to wait until we got home that night. Chances were Roger would be too tired to fuck me by the time we would be getting home that night.

He reached down and began pulling his pants up. Then he turned left and we pulled into their driveway. Valerie met us at the door. She was totally nude and seemed as if that was the way people usually met one another. I put my hand up to mouth, not so much out of shock, but out of surprise.

She smiled at us both and said to come in. I wasn't quite sure what was happening as we walked into their living room. Though Roger had only smiled back at her, he had purposely avoided looking at me or saying anything. Roger and I sat down on the couch. Valerie took a chair where she sat down and pulled her legs up in front of her. She wasn't trying to hide anything, she was just trying to be comfortable.

Music was playing in the background, and the lighting in the living room was as dim as the lighting in the bar. Just as we sat down, John came out of the kitchen, and he was naked as well. I let out a little laugh, and then quickly tried to cover it by pretending to cough. John's body was perfect. His balls were huge, his cock was long and sleek-looking, and I thought that he must be one of the best-hung men I had ever seen. In fact, I fantasized about how good it would be sucking his dangling cock and balls into my mouth.