I’m in an open marriage, and it’s working out great for me. My husband, Dave, has another girlfriend he goes on dates with, and is really happy with it. I, on the other hand, have a little harem of guys who I get to play with.
I hadn’t seen one of my guys, Philip, for a while, so it was nice to get a message from him inviting me out for a spin in his new car. I like cars, so that’d be nice, and I was pretty sure I’d be getting fucked, or at the very least getting to blow him.
I organized an evening when Dave was going out for a date, and sent Philip my address so he could pick me up at home (a big step in trust) after work.
I’d spent the day slightly nervous, and slightly turned on. At the end of the day I rushed home and showered, shaved and dressed. I was in boy shorts, a lacy bra, summer dress, socks and sneakers. I put all my phone and stuff in a little bag, and was heading towards the door when Philip texted to say he was here a few minutes early. I kissed Dave and rushed out to meet Philip.
Philip was standing next to his Ford Mustang. It wasn’t the newest model, but it was shiny and looked to be in good condition. He held the door open for me to climb in, not even pretending to not look up my dress as I swung my legs in.
He ran around the front of the car and got in next to me.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“It’s nice,” I told him, “are you happy with it?”
“Well, it’s not the big engine, but I can afford the insurance easier because of that.”
He started it up, and it rumbled nicely as he pulled away.
We drove around for a while, while Philip showed off how fast his car accelerated, cornered and so on. We headed up into the hills, and he swung off the road into a dirt parking lot. He dipped his lights as we drove past a couple of parked cars with steamed up windows. It’s been years since I’ve parked with a boyfriend.
“Let’s go for a walk,” Philip said, opening his door.
I got out and came and met him at the front of the car. He pushed the keyfob button to lock the doors and the lights flashed, then we kissed for a short while. He took my hand and led me up a dirt trail until we were overlooking the city.
We stood taking in the view, while I felt Philip’s hand on my bum. He turned me to face him, and we embraced, kissing passionately while he squeezed my bum.
His hands were up under my dress, one hand slipped under my panties at the back, while the other ran up my back to unhook my bra.
When we came up for air, he said “want to go and christen the car?”
We scurried back down the trail to the car, where we started making out again. This time, Philip unzipped my dress and pushed it off my shoulders. It collected my unhooked bra on its way down, leaving me with the straps around my elbows and my tits hanging out as I tried to unzip his pants.
“Here, let me take your dress,” he said. “It’ll be easier than doing it in the car.”
I figured he had a point, so I let go of his pants and pulled my dress off over my head, my bra coming off with it.
I stood there in my panties, covering my tits with one arm as Philip took my dress and bra from me. He motioned to my panties, and I glanced around. There were just three cars parked around, and they were all steamed up, so they were busy with their own thing. I slid my panties down and stepped out of them, handing them to Philip.
He pushed the button to unlock the car, and the lights flashed twice, lighting my naked self up for anybody who happened to be looking.
“Fuck,” I said, as I struggled to cover up my nakedness with my hands.
“Come on, get in,” Philip laughed.
He opened the door, and the light came on, so anybody could see me. Again.
As I cowered in front of the door, Philip tossed my clothes into the front seat. He fussed around getting the seat folded forward, leaving me standing there in the dim light. Once the seat was forward, he stood up again and ushered me into the car. I got in as fast as I could, and Philip closed the door.
I settled into the sculpted seat as Philip ran around the front of the car. He opened the door, more light, but hopefully nobody could see into the car. He folded the driver’s seat, then clambered in and joined me, leaning forward to close the door.
He settled down in the seat next to me.
“These seats are great for driving, but they’ll suck for sex,” I told him with a grin.
“Let’s see,” he said as he started working on getting his pants and underwear down.
Once he had them down to his thighs, I clambered over to straddle him. His hands went to my tits as I reached down to slide his cock into me.
I had to lean towards him so as not to bang my head on the roof in the back, and he looked up and we started kissing. His arms looked uncomfortable, like his forearms were jammed against the seatback, so he let go of my tits and held onto my hips as I started rocking against him, grinding my clit into him.
I’d been on edge all day, so it wasn’t long until I was cumming, moaning into Philip’s mouth.
I slowed down my humping when I was done cumming.
“Is this working for you?” I asked Philip.
“Not really,” he said, “you’re right, these seats suck for sex.”
“Worked for me,” I said as I slid myself off him, to the other side.
He sat there, looking pretty sad with his hard cock covered in my juices. I leaned over, holding his cock in my hand and working on cleaning him up with my mouth.
It really wasn’t comfortable leaning like that, so I shuffled my legs under me and knelt on the seat so I could suck his cock properly. I cradled his balls in one hand while supporting myself with the other, and Philip stroked the back of my head with one hand while his other felt my bum.
I was working on sliding my mouth up and down the shaft and my tongue around the head when he tapped my back.
“You’ve got an audience,” he said softly.
I opened my eyes and looked up at the window to see a guy’s face, looking at me. I made eye contact, and smiled at him as best I could with a cock filling my mouth. I lifted myself as I slid up so he could see my tits, nestling them against Philip’s thigh.
“Behind you, too.”
I lifted my bum so I was kneeling up, wiggling it from side to side a little.
I was sucking and licking the head of Philip’s cock, jacking him off with my hand when he made a strangled little noise and filled my mouth with cum. I swallowed his load, and sucked my way off his cock, sitting down next to him, facing the guy on Philip’s side, who was applauding.
I smiled at him sweetly, and wiped my bottom lip with my finger before sucking the tip.
I turned and looked over my shoulder to see a girl waving at me. Now I wasn’t having sex, I was starting to feel self conscious about being naked here.
Philip was doing his pants up by now.
“We should go out and say ‘hi’,” he said.
“Any chance I can get dressed first?”
“Uh, your dress is in the passenger foot well. I’ve got no idea how I could get to it from here. Let’s get out.”
He leaned forward and opened the door, causing the roof light to come on again.
He got out and put the seat back. He closed the door and the light went out, and I watched him walk around the front of the car, the guy following him. The light came on again when he opened the passenger door.
“I don’t want to go out there naked,” I told him.
“You’re not naked,” he said, “you have your shoes on.”
He held his hand out to help me out of the car.
I took his hand and clambered out to stand slightly behind him, looking at the couple who’d been watching us.
She was a cute little thing, skinny, but pretty.
“He saw you in the lights, and got distracted just wanting to see what was going on. After a while, we got dressed and came over to see,” she said. “Oooh, your boobs are pierced. Does that hurt?”
“Not anymore,” I told her.
The guy was just gawping at me.
“Do you like sucking his dick?” she asked, almost incredulously.
“I like sucking cocks,” I said.
“But what about when he cums?”
“I like it when he cums. I’m not great with the taste, so I swallow it as fast as I can get away with, but I like the feeling of it spurting in my mouth.”
“I don’t like it when he cums in my mouth.”
“Let him cum on your face…”
“Ew no,” she said with her face screwed up.
“When he gets close, pull his cock out of your mouth and jack him off over your tits.”
“That might work for you,” she said, “with that rack, but me…”
She looked down at her chest. Yeah, it was pretty flat.
“You could try it with hers,” Philip said.
I turned to look at him.
“What?”
“She sucks him off, then jerks him off over your tits,” Philip said.
“Works for me!” the guy said, unzipping.
She looked game, and started working his pants down.
“C’mon,” she said, “kneel down.”
She was kneeling down in front of him now, and I watched as she started sucking his cock.
“For Pete’s sake…” I said, and knelt down next to her.
I watched as she bobbed her head back and forth with her hand on the shaft. It’s not how I’d have done it, but she seemed to be sort of into it.
After a few minutes, she pulled her mouth off his cock, but kept stroking with her hand as she turned him towards me more.
I figured he was almost there, so I lifted my tits up towards him and pressed them together. I looked up at him and smiled.
She kept on jerking him off towards me. I licked my lips and started massaging my tits together.
“Suck my balls,” he said. I was pretty sure he wasn’t talking to me.
She leaned in, and I saw her tongue poke out before her face disappeared into his crotch.
He started jerking towards me every few jerks of her hand, and then he was unloading over me, from my shoulder to my tits and over my hand. I hadn’t realized how cold it was out there – his cum felt boiling hot on my skin, but rapidly started to cool down. I looked down… there seemed to be a lot of it.
“Wow,” she said as she got up. “Thanks.”
The guy was doing his pants up, and I knelt there, just looking at my tits, massaging his cum into them.
Philip appeared, holding out a wad of Kleenex towards me. I let go of my tits and took it from him, wiping up as best I could.
He helped me stand up, and I looked at them awkwardly and a little embarrassed.
“Well,” the guy said, “uh, have a good night.”
The girl gave me a little wave as they walked away, back to their car.
Philip opened the car door again, causing the light to go on. Philip reached in to get my clothes. I heard a wolf whistle from behind me, but I ignored it, grabbing my panties. Facing towards the car, I stepped into them. Philip passed me my bra, and I put that on, then my dress. Without looking back, I got into the car and Philip closed the door.
He rushed around the front of the car and got in, starting the engine as I put my seatbelt on.
We made small talk as he drove me home. I did invite him in, as it didn’t look like Dave was home from his date yet, but he said he had to get home. He did watch until I opened the door and waved back to him, then he roared off and I went in.