‘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!”
I enjoyed my toys. One of them being the smart switches I’d installed all over the house, along with several echo dots to allow voice control of various lights and fans. I found it quite useful at times to be able to turn the garage lights on or off without having to use my hands. We were thrown into brightness as the four hundred watt equivalent LED lights blinked on. Maybe Cloe couldn’t see us before, but she sure as hell could now!
“Oh damn. Gonna come,” my wife half whispered half squeaked. “Sooo damn close. Ohhhhhh god! Gonna come!”
I knew she was close, her pussy had been twitching around my pumping cock for several minutes. It only took a few more strokes before she did climax, her pussy squeezing around me as I continued to thrust into her hot depths. She gasped and moaned as her legs shuddered, her pussy clamping and squeezing me as if trying to pull me deeper into her. If I hadn’t already come a little while ago, it probably would have sent me over the edge too, but I wasn’t quite there. Almost, but not quite.
I continued to pump into her pussy as her orgasm played it’s tune with her body, holding her in ecstasy for at least a full minute before she started to soften and the trembles stopped. I saw her look toward the street moments before she pulled off my cock. She turned around and squatted down in front of me, grabbing my cock with both hands. She started to stroke me feverishly, working to push me over the top. “Come for me lover. Let me have it all over my face and tits!”
“Oh damn.” I groaned moments later. My body jerked and a jet of cum lanced out toward her, landing in her open mouth. She continued to stroke me, letting my cum drool out of her mouth down onto her tits, making my next shot feel all the more powerful. Half a dozen times I pumped powerful shots onto her face and into her mouth until all that was left was long drooling strings dripping down onto her bare tits. She let the cum that had landed in her mouth drool down onto her tits before letting go of my now softening dick. She stood up and turned to face the open garage door, and Cloe, still standing across the street, staring at her. She moved her hands to her tits and rubbing my cum into her skin.
“Alexa. Close garage door.” She said, still standing watching a very shocked Cloe. “Damn that felt good,” my wife said as the door closed and the opener shut off. “I’m so tired of that judgmental bitch!” To say I was shocked at her behavior wouldn’t even begin to cover my emotions at that point. She looked at me, staring at her. “What?” She asked innocently.
“Um. Nothing.” I said awkwardly.
“Good. Now take me in and help me shower. After that little show, I need to climax again. My pussy is practically buzzing with excitement!”
“Yes Maam!” I said, still not sure what had just happened, but more than willing to help my wife have an orgasm any time she requested one.