A Long Ride Home

I handed the valet my ticket. “Blue Suburban”. Off he ran, looking for our chariot. The party had been a lot more fun than I thought. We had been invited to a Christmas party put on by distant friends of my wife. I did not know any of these people, and I really had not wanted to go. But, my wife pleaded saying that she had not see her friends in a while, and being in the holiday spirit, I capitulated.

The party was in the faux-country, a high end development north of town that looked like someone air dropped Aspen in the middle of working cattle ranches. It was about 60 miles from our house.

I had looked more forward to the drive than the party. It would be the first quiet time with my wife in a while. We listened to music, laughed, talked, and generally had a great time on the way there. We stopped at a small county store and picked up a six pack of beer, feeling like a couple of cruising teens sneaking contraband behind our parents backs.

My wife looked great. Her skirt sat low on her hips. Her top was form fitting and accentuated her breasts. A hint of her stomach was visible. Her brunette hair was pulled back tight. She had some funky ear rings on, too, the ones I love so much. She had a glint in her eye and a smile on her face… the trials and tribulations of managing the minute to minute needs of our children seemed distant. I was in jeans, a long sleeve pull over (it did have a collar), and my ever present leather clogs. We were having fun.

The party was interesting, the people more interesting, and the holiday cheer abundant. I had fun watching the men at the party eye and flirt with my wife. She looked hot and she was getting noticed. I visited for a while with the hostess whose breasts had been enhanced. Well, enhanced would not do them justice. They were huge. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples were so clearly visible through her shirt, there was little mystery that she was excited. Her husband was going to get a ride later.

So, up comes our urban assault vehicle, the Suburban. We climb in, I give the valet kid a tip and off we start.

“So, did you like her big breasts?” she asks. She had a mischievous tone in her voice and look in her eye.

“Who, your friend’s? Well, they certainly were big. Really big. Too big. I love yours. Yours are perfect.”

“Would you like to see them?” With that, she pulled her top playfully over her head. She cupped her bare breasts in your hands and squeezed them. The dashboard lights illuminated her breasts with a bluish glow. She licked her fingers and circled her nipples, now glistening in the car light. She lightly pinched her hardening nipples as she closed her eyes.

My cock was now straining against my pants watching my beautiful wife slip into an erotic trance.

“I was watching you at the party. Talking with other women. Flirting. Knowing that I would have you tonight. I would get to hold your cock in my hand, not them. Touch it, feel it, taste it. I was getting worked up just thinking about seeing your cock. I am so wet right now. Do you want to see my wet pussy?”

Something came out of my mouth that must have been something like a yes. Who knows? At this point, I had both hands grasping the steering wheel, while my head was in a struggle to watch the road and my wife.

She lifted her skirt to her waist, running her fingernails along the inside of her legs. She shuttered at her own touch, reveling in the impact that it was having on me and the fire that it was fanning in her.

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