Taking the Scenic Route

Her shapely thighs were bare against the black leather seat of my new Maxima. I watched as her finger traced the outline of her moist folds peaking out from her bare mound. Her eyes focused on her recently shaved and completely exposed pussy, with an occasional slutty glance toward me and another toward the occasional passing car.

This was my beautiful wife, the teacher, the friend, the daughter, the athlete…

The scent of her musky, yet sweet sexual aroma filled the car and the sight of her exposed pussy still filled my head with amazement and arousal while at the same time filling my erection to a swollen state, like a volcano that could erupt without even the slightest of touch. My hardened member pressed against the lining of my suit pants, begging to escape into the sexually infused air of the car.

As my wife licked her fingers and spread her legs even wider, switching hands to keep her state of arousal up, I noticed the stream of wetness that was making it’s way down to the seat, soaking her entire ass and trickling along the passenger seat. It was a good thing that I didn’t have any alcohol for the last two hours at the bar, or there would have been no way I could have kept my focus, as the car cruised along at 55 MPH. Her moans grew more intense and more frequent. Without even seeing the quickening pace of her fingers on her hard clit, I knew she was close to a mind shattering orgasm. The scene was so electric, so intriguing to me, that I could feel my restrained cock pulsing from the rush of sexual energy.

Here was Jeanine, my wife, the conservative “I only shop at THESE stores”… “I only wear THESE clothes” type – and a teacher to boot, pushed her pelvis up high and stroked her clit masterly to a blissful and dramatic orgasm, her body bucking as her fingers pinched through her Anne Taylor blouse and her body convulsed as her panties and designer skirt draped around her ankles. I reflected… I couldn’t help but marvel at how far we’d come to reach this point.

Not the earth shattering orgasm that my wife was just about to reach in my passenger seat, but this state of constant arousal and sexual pleasure that has replaced the hum drum, missionary sex only on the weekends life that we had for so many years. My wife’s body grew stiff and her muscles tightened as she gyrated up and down, moaning and grunting in deep pleasure…releasing a “mmmmmm” from her clenched teeth as the orgasm flowed through her body and she enjoyed the euphoria of the release, the feeling of her sticky fingers buried inside of her. I knew she was thinking of me as much as the truck driver we passed a few miles ago, the teenagers in the pick up off of the on-ramp and the guy at the toll booth. Her orgasm was heightened by the shock factor of the act itself, but the taboo and forbidden act that none of her fellow teachers or moms from the neighborhood would ever imagine. This is what fueled both of our fires….I enjoyed seeing her struggle to find her cotton undies from under the seat as much as I enjoyed watching her take them off when we started our journey home. For my pleasure, she brought one finger to her mouth and licked the juices with her tongue, giving me a little more of a show and tasting the scent of her wetness that she had come to love as much as me – something you would have never seen her do even a year ago…sucking the finger inside and then letting me sample the other finger. We shared a satisfying smile and she looked around at the cars passing by and pulled her underwear from her ankles and put it to her face, inhaling the scent of them and feeling so free and nasty – her bare ass against the leather, her fluids drenching her skirt and her moist asshole as she moved slightly to adjust herself. I knew she delayed getting dressed to wallow in the euphoria of the event and to make it last as long as possible. How naughty she was and how amazing it made both of us feel!

Jeanine is a very attractive woman, but would normally go “under the radar” if you were looking for the sexy or slutty type. You could easily pass her in the grocery store and not think anything sexual or remember anything distinguishing about her.

With her stylishly short brown hair, green eyes, slim body and conservative dress, you might refer to her as a “plain Jane”. She is meticulous, with careful attention to the details of her work, her athletics and she thrives on structure and doing things the right way. She doesn’t even own a thong and when we met, had only slept with one other guy back in college.

Our sex life included some steamy sessions and some passionate nights, but as we approached our late thirties and with two little ones running around, things in the bedroom slowed down considerably. As two working parents, we didn’t have much time for each other, a nice meal, let alone sex or any type of intimacy. We were both to blame. I kept late hours at the office and she didn’t save any of herself for me – busy with school and the commitments of motherhood and everything that goes along with it. A lot of the time it felt like there was no “connection” between us sexually or just in general. I hate to admit it, but the thought of divorce was inevitable…and I knew she felt it too. We just weren’t clicking in any way. Every argument was a “he said, she said” and we started to let things lie, festering and eventually it felt like I was living with a stranger.

Weekends went by with no sex. I couldn’t remember the last time we even kissed!

It got to the point, where we were good roommates. I was watching porno movies and going on-line for my sexual needs and I didn’t think she even had any. It appeared that she was consumed by her job as a teacher, training for a triathlon and being a mom. When the kids were in bed and I was on the computer, I wondered if she ever masturbated in bed or had any sexual thoughts. There were no signs of anything! She was a dam of sexual repression – naturally, I thought it was impossible to go that long without sex, but I knew that her dam would have to break. But when?

One particular night in the summer, we went out with couple friends and Jeanine was laughing at my jokes and touching my arm. She was usually more laid back during the summer, without the stress of school, but she seemed to be overly compassionate and touch. Was this all for show or was intimacy showing it’s face after so long. I figured that after so long, we were both still here and now it was summer and she had most of the day to relax. Maybe she finally realized that it was her and not me - co-existing really wasn’t doing the trick. That night, I felt, we would kiss passionately and rekindle the lost flames of our sexual desire.

Jeanine had WAY too much to drink. I knew that ordering that last Cosmo was not a good idea! She could barely walk out of the bar and I had to assist her into the car. As she got comfortable, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips and told her to relax, we’d be home soon! I adjusted her seat so that she could lay back and hopefully sleep. I didn’t want her to get sick in my new car. She seemed to doze off before the car was even out of the parking lot. I drove down the back roads to our little country house and I couldn’t help but notice how her skirt had ridden up her legs to reveal her muscular thighs underneath of the thigh highs she was wearing. The thought of the possibility of a night of intimacy triggered my arousal and it had been building the whole night.

“Honey,” my wife cooed in her drunken state. “I wanted you tonight. I wanted to try and make things right.” I didn’t talk, I just listened, trying to see where this was going. I wanted her too, but I wanted her the right way. What happened to bring this on?

“I saw the way that Michelle was looking at you tonight and I felt Jason’s eyes on my neckline…it made me hot. Not only that, it reminded me of the way that you used to look at me and I at you. I wanted what they have…that connection! How do we get that back?”

Jason and Michelle were newlyweds and are normally very affectionate toward each other, apparently, this had a strange new effect on Jeanine.

“I want you to baby,” I said, as my eyes moved from the road to her slouched body.

I was already turned on by her admission of her desire for me, but I was still confused. My dick was not – it poked straight up against my suit pants, but I couldn’t talk with my dick. I had to use my head, right? It was getting harder and harder as I watched my wife squirm in her seat. “You looked great tonight, Jean…and, I love you.” Is what I mustered up.

Her head swiveled over to her left shoulder and seeming more awake, she spoke firmly “It’s not about love tonight…I want to show you how hot I am. Tonight it’s about fucking. Forget everything else.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. This was obviously the alcohol talking and she’d be passed out before we arrived home. I think I said “okay” or something stupid….but I couldn’t deny the rush of adrenaline pumping through my body, filling my head with visions of sex and swelling my cock until it started hurting.

“We’ll be home in 20 minutes Jeanie…” I patted her on the thigh and watched her head swivel back to the center of the seat.

“I am going to show you now…you just keep driving while you watch and listen.”

My mind was much. I was speechless.

I focused on the road, but witnessed an image that is burned into my mind still. My wife lifted her hips from the passenger seat and pulled her skirt to her waist….Her hand slipped under her panties and she started to talk in rhythm to her stroking. I don’t know how I didn’t go off the side of the road.

“I’m going to show you how I make myself cum, honey…I’m going to get my fingers nice and nasty and wet. I want you to see me…and you know what”….she paused, regaining her composure and looking a little more sober now. “you know what? …I want Michelle and Jason to see me too. I want the guy in the car next to me to see me and the lady on her way back from the grocery store….mmmmmm.“

Her pussy was arched high in the air now and she was going at it with an enthusiasm that I’ve never witnessed before. She giggled a little, probably sensing my shock and the fact that I was speechless…but knowing she had my full attention.

“Are you hard babe? Mmmmm….do you want to cum too? Ahhhh..”

“You look great….tell me what you’re thinking”….was all I could come up with at the moment. We were approaching a crowded intersection and I needed to focus. I could probably have pulled over, but I was enjoying the rush…and I knew that is what she wanted.

“I have another surprise for you…I LOVE to taste myself…” She proclaimed, slowly bringing two fingers from her moist mound to her mouth and sucking them longingly….as if she couldn’t get enough. This floored me…this was a woman that would shush me if I ever tried to talk during sex. I thought this only ever happened in Pornos.

“You know what else….I want to taste Michelle’s pussy too and suck her nice big tits. It’s what I always think about as I drink down my own fluids.”

With that latest admission, she bucked her hips and with her free hand pinched her left nipple and spread her legs wide….she moaned lowly and inhaled deeply before her body spasmed and her legs jerked up….her hand pushing down hard on her pussy…I could see the wetness dripping from around her fingers…the scent had overtaken the car. We were just pulling away from an intersection as she grinded her pussy into both of her hands and licked hungrily at them, moving them back and forth from between her thighs to her mouth.

“Want a taste?” she asked, bringing two fingers to my mouth before getting an answer. MMMM….she tasted so sweet.

We were almost home, but I felt like driving around a little more….she didn’t bother gathering her undies from below the dash or even putting her legs back together.

“Did you like this? She inquired as we rounded the curve to our street.

I nodded the obvious answer….still not sure what caused all of this.

“This is just the beginning….we have so much more to do!”

We shared a kiss at the end of the driveway and as I closed my door and watched my wife walk into the house with her skirt still riding up to her waist, I smiled and brought her undies to my face…feeling confused, horny and very lucky.

More to come.