“Oh, dear, he’s not always well… I really don’t understand why they don’t take a taxi home.” I’m talking about our neighbors, Kim and Jeff. According to the neighbors, they were a nice couple, but Kim was kind of a hypochondriac. She would never be happy unless there was something wrong with her.
I mean, don’t get me wrong – I’m a stay-at-home kind of person. I love nothing more than a hot bath and a quiet glass of wine with my husband, Jace. But I like to enjoy life, and Christmas parties are the one time of year when we can dress up in our fun best and let our hair down.
I don’t understand why Jace volunteered to drive tonight. He’s on some antibiotics for an ear infection, but a few drinks won’t hurt him. Still, it meant we didn’t have to hail a cab, which seemed like a good idea at the time – until Miss Miserable started complaining about her impending migraine. It was barely midnight, the drinks were flowing and the party was still in full swing, at least for everyone else. We feel like it’s almost over.
“I know baby… but they live next door and things don’t last more than an hour here.” He pulled me close and kissed my lips. “Besides, you look so good tonight and I’ve been wanting to take you home for hours…” I moaned, half sad, half sexy.
He had a point, the party was unlikely to last more than an hour, and I was in the mood for some after-party goodies. I clung to him and he came up behind me and grabbed my buttocks with his hands and squeezed them gently through the thin fabric of my evening gown.
“You know, you have the most amazing ass in the world,” he commented, running his hands from the curve of my hips to my waist and then to my breasts, “and the firmest breasts!” He smiled and I looked up at him and kissed him.
“Okay,” I admitted, “I guess so. Tell you what…you go down to the bar and get me one last drink, and I’ll find Kim and Jeff and tell them we’re leaving.”
I started to pull away to go back into the hall, but Jace grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him, a guilty look on his face.
“Uh…babe, you better find Phil and Dave too. I said they could give me a ride since we’re headed that way, so they should do that – I knew exactly what that meant.” Dave and Phil were two of her high school friends. They shared an apartment on the other side of town, and not once since I met Jace did I drive them home without having a cup of coffee and a quick catch-up, resulting in Jace and I getting drunk. A few hours later, I took a taxi home.
“Oh no… come on baby, if you go home early will you play your evil tricks on me?” I moved a little away from her and was actually making faces now.
“Yeah, I’ll still do it!” he said, reassuring everyone that I’ve heard it many times before. Drunk Jace is the same as sleeping Jace and that’s not going to be in the cards for me tonight! Not when he’s got my hopes up.
“No way, Jess, let them get a taxi together – it won’t cost them anything.” To be honest, I didn’t know why I went to so much trouble. I knew full well that we’d be taking everyone home eventually. I also knew full well that the night was going to end just as I had imagined.
“Beautiful,” I said after his speech. “But you could just go to that bar and buy me a big bottle of the good stuff. I won’t sit there like an idiot while you guys smoke!” I turned back and walked over to the others.
***
It took about an hour to get everyone together. Jess stopped by the bar and bought me a two-liter bottle of rose wine. Phil and Dave had to go around and say “cheers” to everyone they knew – and I’m sure there were plenty of people they didn’t know! Meanwhile, I was stuck with Kim and Jeff, listening to Kim talk about how we should have left hours earlier to avoid a migraine attack.
Finally, we reached the car. The night was getting worse, but at least I had a chance to cool down and stretch my sore ankles before Phil and Dave got home. I climbed into the front seat next to Jess and everyone else got in the back – everyone except Kim. She came to my door and opened it.
“Kate… do you mind if I sit in the front? It’s just that – I get migraines and stuff… I mean I get sick sometimes?” I never thought this night could get this bad until now. I looked at Jas, expecting him to say something. After all, he was the one who had filled our car with uninvited guests. Unfortunately, what he said was not what I wanted to hear.
“Of course,” he said, looking at Kim, and then “Honey, you mind sitting in the back?” I opened my mouth in disbelief, about to tell them both to jump off the cliff, but my tone was different.
“Of course…I’m happy,” was all. At this point, I don’t know how literal that statement is.
I slid out of the front seat and just as Kim pressed her round ass in, I opened the back door and peeked in. I managed to close the door, but I was still bent half over Dave’s lap, which made for an awkward sitting position for everyone.
“Well, that’s not going to work,” I said, giving a hint that I was angry. “I think I’d better sit on your lap, Dave… at least you can sit comfortably.” There have been several sessions of this and he’s on steroids like a prisoner in a crazy farm! I moved into his lap, resting my elbows on the seat in front of me and covering my face with my hands, trying to look as sad as possible. Jace knew he’d suffer for this. Behind me, the boys shuffled around, each taking the space I left. Finally, Jace started the engine and drove off.
The car was quiet for the first ten minutes of the trip. On the other side of the car, Jeff stared out the window. Phil was sitting in the middle, his head on Dave’s shoulder. If he hadn’t passed out already, he would soon pass out, and Dave, almost before we pulled out of the parking spot, was snoring like a cop. My mood softened a little. Maybe it was the effect of the rose. I sat back and drank the contents from the bottle, but gradually the feeling of annoyance disappeared and was replaced by something warm. Soon I realized something.
When Jace told me we were sending the kids home, all thoughts of sex disappeared, almost as quickly as they had come. I’m not naive enough to believe that I’ll get something from him after attending a few parties. However, the desire for sex doesn’t seem to diminish so quickly.
Now, when I’m sitting in the backseat of my car with the noise of the party behind me, the alcohol circulating in my veins, the low rumble of the engine, and the suspension swaying slightly as the road lifts, I feel an urge to bounce back. I didn’t adjust my position, my elbows still resting on the front seat, but sitting on Dave’s lap, I could feel his foot pressed against my leg. As I sat forward, I realized there were only three very thin layers of fabric between the flesh of his thigh and my vagina. It took me a while to notice this because the touch was so light it was almost invisible, but slowly my unconscious chair was driving me toward orgasm.
For a moment, I felt guilty and I almost adjusted my posture. The idea of letting another man stimulate me felt wrong. But I took a swig from the bottle and tried to justify the situation. First of all, my husband is an idiot. If he had just taken us home and stayed with me as he wished, I wouldn’t be in this situation. Secondly, the man fell asleep. I mean, this is not the same as infidelity. In most senses, this man is like an inanimate object – a vibrator. It’s no different than using a vibrator.
At this point, I could feel the heat rising between my legs. I knew it was too late now – the damage was done, so I might as well enjoy it. I spread my thighs a little, allowing Dave’s legs to put more pressure on my crotch.
Slowly, I felt my arousal growing as the small, rhythmic vibrations worked like a conduit through him to my vagina. Outwardly, I was still sitting forward, shoving the bottle down my throat, showing no visible signs of the wave of pleasure coursing through me. On the inside, my body was reacting to this situation in a way it had never done before. My breasts were a warm 36 degrees Celsius, clinging to the soft silky bra that held them under my clothes, suddenly becoming sensitive as the seeds of desire took root. I could feel my nipples hardening and pucker forward, as if trying to escape, wanting to be touched.
And down below, the heat between my legs seemed to have reached a climax, and the entrance to my pussy was no longer just wet, but had soaked my panties, its juices flowing out of my wet hole. As I stare blankly ahead, I know my eyes will glaze over with the intense need for satisfaction. I take another sip of my drink, hoping my glazed expression will be mistaken for intoxication.
Another ten minutes later, I was in the backseat of my husband’s car, sitting on his friend’s lap, enjoying heavenly pleasure. Each thrust increased my desire to climax on his friend’s lap. But as time passed, pleasure slowly turned to frustration. Now each thrust was teasing my swollen vagina with an insatiable promise, and I needed more. I want more. I bit my lip and looked behind me nervously. Dave was out cold, Phil was next to him, while Jeff was still staring aimlessly out the window. My pussy was craving to be filled and I realized that the moment of deliberation had passed, I had made up my mind, I needed a cock and nothing could stop me.
I reached out and placed my hand on Dave’s crotch. I let it stay there for a moment, then increased the pressure a little to see if his face reacted… nothing. I slowly unbuttoned his buttons, unzipped his pants and put my hand in his boxer shorts. I convinced myself, it was still just a vibrator. Gently, I slid my hand from the head of his penis to his sack, stroking the soft flesh, then slowly pulling the head back. Slowly I started helping him masturbate. For a moment I wondered if I would get a cock tonight, but slowly the flesh started to thicken and harden.
When it reached its full length I let my hand give his thick cock one last stroke and I couldn’t help but smile, happy to know that the only cock other than my husband’s that could fill my hole would be worth it. I deftly lifted myself a few inches above his knees and pulled the heavy hem of my skirt up from behind. I slid my panties aside and let my fingers tentatively slip between the folds of my labia. They were wetter than I had ever known. I looked ahead. My husband looked ahead at the road ahead.
“Baby, turn the radio on,” I said softly, then slowly fell back and landed on the head of Dave’s waiting cock.
His cock entered my soaked pussy with ease and it was all I could do to keep a gasp of pleasure from escaping. I felt the thick head as it entered and I wrapped my lips around his cock as it went in deeper. But the tighter the passage made my desire for penetration more frantic. I settled down hard on the remaining inch, this time gasping for breath as his entire length entered me. To my left, Jeff turned and looked at me.
“Okay?” he asked softly. I just smiled and he turned to look out the window again.
Dave’s cock was firmly lodged in my pussy, I was about to explode and I kept leaning forward, allowing the motion of the car to rock me back and forth on his hard cock. Occasionally I would adjust my position, using this tactic to allow me to ride his cock higher before sinking back down and feeling the hard cock fill my depths.
The pleasure around my clit was now making my body quiver as my climax approached. A few more adjustments and the feeling of his cock sliding through my hole would bring me satisfaction. I closed my eyes and savored the experience. I never thought fucking my husband in front of his friends would turn me on so much, but here I was, completely hung over, Dave’s sack stuck to my bare ass, my pussy juices flowing and squirting over them because I wanted him to make me cum so hard.
Dave groaned behind me. In a moment my eyes opened and I glanced furtively behind me. That was all I needed to wake him. I was relieved for a moment as his head tilted back against Phil’s head, which was still resting on his shoulder. But then I felt his cock swell inside me, and the resulting throbbing told me he was filling my hole with his semen.
At that moment, I caught sight of Jeff. He turned from the window and looked at me. I went through a myriad of emotions at that moment. On the one hand, the motion of the car kept pushing Dave’s now engorged cock into my desperate cunt, yet I felt his erection slowly weakening even as I neared orgasm. In a matter of seconds, his limp cock slipped through my wet lips and lay uselessly beneath my ass.
Then there was Jeff, I wondered how long he had been looking for this, and did he notice anything as I sat with my eyes closed, enjoying the thrill of that hard cock driving me to orgasm? Or maybe he saw the momentary flash of ecstasy on my face and then the disappointed realization that I couldn’t cum. I smiled at him again. This time he smiled hesitantly, then turned to the window for a second time. Ultimately, he didn’t notice anything.
I casually lean forward, stuff Dave’s flaccid penis back into his pants, and zip up his pants. I don’t know why, maybe it’s my unfulfilled desire, but as I put Dave’s button back in place, I scan the car and my eyes fall on Jeff’s crotch. I’m not sure, it was dark and he was turned away from me a little, but there was a bulge visible in his pants, which could only mean one thing… maybe he didn’t see anything, but maybe he suspected something. If he did, he’d get excited.
I looked out the window. We were on Station Road, a dark road about twenty miles from home. Parallel to Station Road was a main road with a 24-hour gas station. The only nearby road was a narrow country lane, and the most direct route from there to home was a fifteen-mile dirt road.
I considered our situation. We were half an hour from home. When we got home, my husband and his friends would probably be smoking weed while I sat there wanting a good fuck, but that was definitely not going to happen that night. My pussy was dripping with another man’s cum but I was still craving my own orgasm. Jeff didn’t seem to notice what had happened, but he could have suspected – and that probably excited him. There were too many “maybes” for my liking, but I had to know. I already had a plan in mind, now I just had to execute it.
“Honey, would you like to stop at the gas station?” I smiled sweetly at Jace when he caught sight of me in the rearview mirror.
“Baby, it’s not on its way yet.”
“I know, but since we’re going to look for them, I need some smoke… Besides, you can get home through the abandoned surface paths. It’ll take just as long.”
A few hundred yards further, Jess turned onto a country lane. Soon after, we stopped at a gas station.
I got out of the car, went into the store, bought some cigarettes and went into the ladies room for a little while. After cleaning off as much of Dave’s semen as I could, I took off my bra, removed my panties and threw them into the sanitary disposal unit.
The first phase has been completed.
Getting back in the car, I opened Jeff’s side door, sat on his lap without waiting for an invitation, and closed the door behind me. As Jess pulled out of the garage, I asked him to turn up the music and leaned over to Geoff,
“I hope you don’t mind me coming like this, it’s just Dave snoring in my ear.” Then I turned back until my ass was firmly on his cock.
“Uh… no, it’s fine,” he mumbled, looking briefly at the back of his wife’s head before turning his head toward the window.
The second phase has been completed.
Below my ass, I could feel the outline of Jeff’s cock pressing the material of my skirt into the crevice of my now naked ass cheeks. I could have sworn I felt him grow a little as I sat on his lap, but I needed something more important before I could proceed.
I crossed the car to the other side where I had placed the bottle and pressed my ass hard against his thigh. As I sat down, I turned a little, wrapped my arm around his shoulders so that my braless boobs were inches from his face, and handed him the bottle. He took a small sip and handed the bottle back… looking nervous.
I took a long sip of my drink and tilted my head back so I couldn’t see him. I lifted my chest up so my boobs, which were sticking out of the fabric of my skirt, had no choice but to peek out of my top. I could feel his eyes on them. Below me, I felt his cock twitch slightly. Seventy percent sure, I just wanted a sign that I could safely fuck him.
“I have to take these shoes off,” I whispered, leaning forward and quietly pulling up the back of my skirt so that my bare, naked cleavage was now pressing directly against his crotch. I kicked off my shoes, sat upright, and got up off his lap, pretending to try to pull the clothes off as I continued to rub his cock over his pants.
“Damn.” I mumbled, sitting down on his lap and taking another swig of wine. “The clothes are on now.” I rocked back and forth, rubbing my pussy against his hardening cock, as if to emphasize the point.
“Uh… do you want me to try it on?”
“Okay.” I ducked, lifting my butt from between his hips and shifting my body so my weight pressed the skirt against his thighs.
I waited, ass raised seductively in the air, until his fingers caught the hem just below my wet pussy, and he tried to pull it out. After a while, I knew we would turn onto the track for home. It was already dark, but it was pitch black when we were behind the main road. It was now or never.
If I was excited before, I had outdone myself now. Here I was, wide open and dripping wet – more desperate than ever to be fucked, and this man was not my husband, but my next door neighbor. His wife and my husband sat in the front row, both unaware of the hardships Jeff was about to face in his life.
From the bulge in my bottom, I knew Jeff was excited, but how far could he go? I’ve come this far, and I’m going to do as much as I can in the next few minutes without doing anything other than getting drunk. Jeff, however, wasn’t sure I was serving him my pussy on a plate.
