“Oh fuck,” she groaned as I pushed slowly up into her depths. Her very wet pussy lubricated much of my shaft before I had to pull back and let it spread more of her lubrication on her lips. Up again I pushed, this time driving me into her until my head was pressed to the end of her tunnel. I started to pump my hips, driving into her in short hard strokes, one hand moving to her chest to squeeze one of her puckering nipples, and the other wrapped around her to slip a finger between her wet lips from the front, teasing it to her clit. “Oh fuck yes,” she grunted as I started pounding up into her, making her tits bounce and sway in the moonlight. She pushed away slightly and then bent over, resting her hands on the car seat so her upper body was almost horizontal. In and out I thrust, driving hard into her with each stroke.
“This what you wanted? This what you think I’ve been doing with Sam? Fucking her over my desk like this?”
“Mmmmmmm, it is a sexy picture, isn’t it?”
“It would be if it were you. I’d fuck you bent over my desk any time you want,” I grunted as I pounded out bodies together. “And I didn’t show her your picture on purpose, but she sure as hell wanted to see the last one. I think it turned her on.”
“Or the hard-on it gave you turned her on.”
“How would you know I had a hard-on?” I asked, still thrusting into her.
“Why wouldn’t you. Look at what I got you to do without even working at it,” she breathed as her body grew closer to climax. “Come with me. Come with me lover. You have me so close, come with me.”
I could feel her pussy almost quivering, her tits swinging wildly with each smash into her ass. “You wanted me to do this? You were just goading me?”
“Of course I was just goading you lover. I know you wouldn’t fuck anyone else! But God, when you’re aggravated you fuck soooo fucking hard!”
“Oh damn,” I groaned as it all sunk in. I could feel her pussy contracting around me as her climax started to wash over her.
“FUCK!” she squealed loudly as she climaxed around my thrusting cock. In and out I plunged as my own orgasm inched the last tiny bit towards the tip over point. My body bucked hard, driving into her hard and pumping a gush of cum into her. Over and over my body spasmed, putting more cum in her quivering pussy. “That’s it lover. That’s what I’ve been asking for since I sent the pictures.”
“Why didn’t you just ask?”
“It was more fun to see you get turned on, thinking about fucking her. You did you know. You had a nice big hard-on when you were talking about her. I bet if she did strip for you that you’d fuck her.”
“No. Probably not.”
“Not even if I told you to?”
“Why would you do that?”
“I dunno. Just a thought. Now. I’m cold,” she said as she pushed her coat aside on the seat and twisted, pulling off my dick and sitting into the car seat. She swung her legs into the car, leaving her panties around her ankles. She bent out the open door and collected her dress from the pavement. “We going home? Or we going to stand here until your pecker freezes off?”
‘You riding home like that?”
“Why not? It was sexy enough for you to wanna fuck by the side of the road.”
“Whatever,” I said, not at all understanding her. I pulled my briefs and pants up and then walked around the car and climbed in. I drove the rest of the way home looking at her sitting naked in the passenger seat, ending the trip with a hard-on. I put up the garage door and drove into the garage and parked. I reached up to press the button to close the garage door, but she reached out to stop me.
“Leave it up.” She said with a grin. She climbed from the car in nothing but her stockings and heels and walked around the back of the car to my side as I was climbing out. She started to undo my shirt buttons, a little grin on her face.
“What are you doing?”
“Stripping you. You gonna help?”
“Here? In the garage?”
“Why not?” She answered without losing that grin. “You afraid someone might see?”
“Other than the neighbors?”
She pushed my shirt down my arms, my hands stuck in the sleeves because the cuffs were still buttoned. “What if they did? Would that bother you?”
“Depends,” I answered quietly as she undid the front of my pants and pushed them down, followed by my briefs, leaving me naked from my ankles up, except for my hands, which were still stuck in my sleeves, limiting how far I could move my hands, including not far enough together to get the damn things unbuttoned. “You wanna help with these?” I asked as she knelt down in front of me.
“Uh uh. I want you just the way you are,” She said with a soft giggle. I saw her look out of the garage toward the street and then turn back to me, leaning her face toward my dick. She opened her mouth and engulfed my head, sucking and licking my head, almost as if she were trying to show off just how long I was. She licked and sucked my head, pulling her face off of it a few times to leave my entire cock visible. She continued this, teasing me more and more until the garage opener light timed out and we were thrown into darkness in the garage. The only light now was the bit that filtered into the garage from the streetlights and the moon, not enough to see much of anything, but enough for us to make out each other as our eyes adjusted to the darkness. She stood up and turned away from me in the narrow confines between the car and my work bench. She reached for my dick and aimed it at her pussy, pushing her ass back toward me, pushing me slowly into her sopping wet pussy. She held onto the work bench for balance and twisted enough to look back at me. “Now, fuck me like you did out there. Fuck me nice and hard.”
Who was I to argue. I held her hips and started to pump my hips, driving my cock in and out of her wet pussy. I thrust hard into her, each slap of my body to her bare ass making her tits swing wildly. In and out I plunged, her moans and gasps filling the garage.
“That’s it. You know you want too,” My wife whispered.
“I want to what?” I asked breathlessly.
“Not you. Cloe,” She panted, looking out the garage door. I turned my head to look and sure as hell, Cloe Rodgers, the lady that lived across the street was walking out to the garbage can with a trash bag, wearing a bath robe. Cloe was far from our favorite person. She was perpetually bitchy, and took it upon herself to “inform” everyone in the neighborhood of their wrongdoings, from leaving their trash cans out too long after garbage day to your grass being too long. It seemed like she spent her entire day and evening sitting in her livingroom, looking out the picture window. I sort of felt sorry for her. She wasn’t a bad looking woman. In fact, I was pretty sure that if she chose to she could be a very sexy woman. But she had the personality of a witch and had driven her husband away years ago. “That’s it honey! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Give me that big cock of yours!” My wife said more than loud enough for Cloe, now standing by the garbage can, trying hard to look into our garage. “You’re gonna make me come. Oh god! Fuck me!” My wife cried louder. Then she did what I didn’t expect at all. “Alexa, garage light on!”