4 comments/ 78580 views/ 2 favorites Taking the Scenic Route By: Mystery Train 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. Taking the Scenic Route Home The sun is glowing golden like most spring or fall evenings. I feel the coolness of the breeze stir the hairs at the nape of my neck. The grass is cold on my bare legs, and the crinkle of the leaves as the wind rushes gentle through them make me shiver with excitement. The soft pink anticipation of sunset is just starting to creep up on the horizon in the same way your arousal creeps across your cheekbones and up your neck. We were pulled over on a country backroad. It is Saturday evening. We have been to dinner – a quiet back alley cafe with a little jazz duet in the corner, and some light food, and a little bit of sweet wine. I'm in my black dress with the little pink and yellow flowers on it – the one that gives me great cleavage, the one that cups my breasts so tightly and perfectly that I don't have to wear a bra, the one that only comes just above my knees, so I have to move my hand across my ass every time I sit down to make sure it's still behaving itself. The car is pulled off along the road. There are few travelers on such an evening in such a remote location. We took a walk in a field near the car, and disappeared, out of view behind some rocks and flowering dogwood. I'm kneeling in front of you, my eyes looking up into yours, filled with lust, desire for you. You see my desire. You know it well. It makes you weak in the knees, makes you crave me in the pit of your stomach with that fluttery feeling. You know how much I want to fill myself with you. My curly red hair is pulled up softly in some silver clips, and your hands softly finger the curls, trace them in outlines, touching my ears softly with warm fingers, running lightly down my neck, making me shiver with pleasure. I chance your zipper with my fingers, and pop the head of your warm, throbbing cock out into the cool air. The coolness only serves to arouse you and you're aware of how exposed you are to me, to any passerby who might crane her neck and catch a glimpse of our intimacy. I bite my lip seductively, and look up at you, into your soft brown eyes. Oh god, I want to taste you. But, I'll make you enjoy the anticipation. I bring my face close to your crotch and inhale your sexy scent. When you were getting dressed this evening, you must have indulged yourself with some attention, because I catch a slight hint of aftershave that somehow strayed to your crotch. I imagine you rubbing your hands on your cock while getting ready, thinking about the evening. My clit throbs at the thought of you touching yourself in anticipation of being with me. I breathe warm breath on the head of your dick, and feel it stir slightly in response. I bring my soft lips close to you, and brush them on the underside of the head of your cock. You throb at the light touch. The skin on your member is so soft and warm and smooth. I love the way it feels on my lips. I love feeling you throb, feeling your desire pulse through you. I take you in my right hand, gently, with a light grip. I begin teasing your tip with some little kisses, with my fingertips, all the while looking into your eyes. Soft, soft skin. I smell the sweetness of you. I want you so bad. I feel so empty, and crave you in me. I lick my lips, and swallow hard. God, I want you. You are dizzy with desire for my mouth around you. You won't rush me though, so you steady yourself by putting one hand on the back of my neck. Your hand is warm and soft. My pussy throbs to feel your strength, your desire, in the way you so gently possess me. You look down at me, eyes full of lust, wanting me to put my mouth around you, feeling me just millimeters away from doing this, but waiting, making you wait. Your cock throbs. I let out a little noise of pleasure. I want you. You want me. The tension is incredible. I crave you. I lick my lips. I breathe again, my warm breath on you, and kiss your cock with my lips. Each time I kiss you, the kiss is a little harder, pressing the head of your cock backward gently in my hand. I salivate for you. My lips wet you with a little slipperiness. The tip of my tongue lightly teases the underside of your cock, in that place where it is the most sensitive, making you pleasantly slippery. You exhale sharply through your nose, and I wrap my little mouth around the big head of your dick. In your shoes, your toes are curling to feel my warm hand grasping you, my warm mouth embracing you, and the cold air on your balls, just cool enough to remind you of your exposure to me – not enough to be unpleasant. My pussy and clit throb at the thought of how firm you are, how hard you are for me - how much you desire my mouth around you. I let you penetrate my mouth, just the tip at first. I lick you, stroke you with my hand, tease you with my lips, each time taking you a little deeper, sucking you in just a tiny bit, my cheeks moving inward, and I'm tonguing the head of your dick while you're inside my mouth. Soon I've got you in my mouth as far as you can go, and you feel your head breaching the tightness of my throat, feeling me squeeze around you, half swallow you. I crave you. I need you. You fill me. You satisfy me. I breathe through my nose, rhythmically letting you fuck my mouth, breathing when you withdraw, tensing my throat around your cock when you thrust, salivating for you like you're a delicious dessert, pumping the lower half of your shaft with one hand, filling my own mouth willingly with the rest of it, sucking on you gently, letting little animal-pleasure noises come up my throat as you fill me. Your cock is so big that I can get a whole handful and mouthful at the same time. Your hand on the back of my neck tenses, you work your fingers into my hair at the nape, loosening a few curls. You look into my eyes, and it makes me weak with desire. My heart races. You thrust in me, and I draw you in, over and over, each thrust sending hot arousal through you. Your head tilts back, and you breathe hard through your mouth, and you even moan a little in a low, melodic tone. I bring you to the brink, and then I stop, and take you out of my mouth. You swallow hard, and there's that sex flush on your cheeks. I look up at you. You are looking down at me, pleased and annoyed at the same time because you love it, but you aren't ready for me to stop yet. I lick the tip of your cock. I tease you. You want more. Maybe I'll give you more. Maybe I want more too. But you'll wait until I'm damn ready for it. I kiss your dick again, softly, playfully, a spark of flirt in my eyes, a smile at their edges. I run my tongue along your shaft, the entire length. I lick you. I lick you again. I take my time. I'll make you wait to have more. Make you slow down a little so I can build you back up. Your arousal in your crotch cools a little, and you shiver as my saliva dries in the breeze, remembering that we're outside, and if there were people around, they could see us. I look up at you. Your eyes are glowing. You want me. I want you in my mouth again. I lick my lips, and kiss your cock head, and finally take you in my mouth, little by little, licking you with my tongue, embracing you with my lips, until you cock is either in my hand, or in my mouth. The hotness of pleasure is washing up from your groin again like I'd never stopped. I let you thrust in me. I half-swallow you. I feel you, so big in my throat, holding it open. I almost gag. I stop myself though. I don't want to force you out. Stay in my mouth. Fill me with your cock. I take you rhythmically for a while, my tongue moving on your dick while you're in my mouth, my throat around the head of your shaft, squeezing you so pleasantly and tightly. You're on the brink of climax again. You're on the brink, and you've got that little sweat going, and your toes are curled, and your mouth is dry, and your head is tipped back, eyes squeezed shut. You think I'm going to make you come, right there, and let your hot load rush past my tongue and down my throat. You think I'm going to let you come, but I slow you down, pressing you back with my hand, slowing each thrust, and then taking you out of my mouth. I will not be so cruel as to make you beg for it, but I will not let this encounter end yet. Oh god, I want you. I want to be filled by you. You satisfy me. But I won't let you be satisfied so easily. I want to be filled completely. "Get on your back," I demand. "Lay down on the ground. This is not over. I need to be filled by you. I need your cock inside me." You lay on your back, your zipper open, your erection standing straight up in the cool air, even your balls exposed. I straddle your waist. I am conveniently wearing this dress. You wonder if I have anything on underneath. Your cock leaps at the thought. I squat down and lower myself over you. The skin of your cock is so smooth, and my pussy gets damp in anticipation of feeling that skin against mine. I have indeed been wearing a thong for you, black and lacy, but it is easily pushed aside. You can feel the heat of my slit radiating onto your erection. I lower myself slowly, and feel you between my pussy lips. God, you're so hard. You throb. I'm warm against your cock. You feel how wet I am for you. You feel my tight pussy yielding to you, as I put the head of your cock at the entrance. This is my favorite part. I slowly let you slide in me, and gasp as you fill me. This is the best part, the part where you first enter me. I bend my face down toward yours, and let out a little yelp of pleasure in your ear, breathing warmth onto your neck. You are acutely aware of how cold the grass is, and how warm I am on top of you. My dress hides our act, but anyone who might see us knows exactly what we're doing. There are no onlookers, but the potential is always imminent. I thrust on you, grasping you with my pussy, squeezing you. You moan. I bite your neck. I nibble your earlobe. I kiss your lips. I hold your wrists above your head. I thrust on you just a little, just to tease. "Fuck me," I say. "God, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard." You take my hips, grabbing a hand full of ass in each palm, and thrust deeply into me. Oh, deeply. I throw my head back. This is pure pleasure. "Oh, deeper. Fuck me deeper!" I thrust against you, with my legs wrapping under your hips, holding you up against me, strong, pulling you in me. You press yourself up into me deeper, thrusting quickly, our breaths coming hard and fast, panting. Despite your large dick, I can't get enough of you. I want to be filled by you. I crave you. "Oh, more! Harder!" I bite your neck, I'm so hungry for you. Every thrust just makes me hungrier, makes my pussy hotter for you, makes me clasp my muscles rhythmically around you faster. I'm dancing on you, up and down, and you're pushing up into me with your back arched, and your dick is so far in me you're buried to your balls. "Don't stop. Don't slow down. I want you. I want your come in me. I want you to give your come to my pussy. Fuck me." Deeper, your cock is ache-burning with arousal, hot white pleasure spreading in your groin, and you're on the very edge. I kiss your mouth, gently prying your lips with my tongue, biting them softly, invading your mouth, breathing my nostrils into yours. You've got your hands clamped around the small of my back, and you're thrusting so hard and fast it's like you're trying to pound me into the night sky and pull me to earth at the same time. You fuck me so good. We've given up all modesty, and my dress is around my waist. I kiss your earlobe, and bite your neck, and feel you as your entire body tenses, which is my second favorite part, when you're at your hardest – when your cock throbs hard, and you are just about to come inside me. Your back is arched, your breath comes hard in my ear, and your melodic ohhs and growls of pleasure are sending desire up my spine, and I ache for you to fill me with come. I love that feeling. I wish it was not so fleeting – when you fill me, empty yourself into me. You explode in me. I see stars. You come so hard you're shaking afterward. There's sweat on your brow, and your eyes glow with the release of your orgasm. I feel the last few spasms of your dick inside me, and your warm come starts to run down my legs. You pull out, and I lay on your chest, feeling the cold of night seep in, feeling you warm under me, feeling you hold me.