Sexy Saturday – Part two

continued from part 1

As we finish up our shopping trip at Lovers, we decide to drive-through somewhere to get a drink before picking up the kids and heading home.  My pants are soaked from my earlier play session in the car (no panties of course, it was strip club night) and I’m feeling naughty.  We exchange playful glances.  He tells me he wants my pants around my ankles.  Who am I to argue?  There’s still a bit of a drive ahead of us, plenty of time for Round Two.

As we pull up to the drive-through, I want to see if I can make myself come before we get to the window.  Since my pants are on the floor, I cover my lap with my wrap, and turn the vibe to the highest setting.  I put it right on my clit and squeeze my legs together.  The vibration is intense and feels so good.  Again there is the element of “will someone see me?” that adds to the excitement.  I am rubbing the vibe around my clit, trying to find just the right spot.  I am writhing around on the seat, giving myself over to the pleasure.  Every so often I glance over at him and smile, knowing he is loving every minute of this.  A few minutes pass and we’re at the window, picking up our drinks.  I cover my legs a bit and smile at the girl inside the restaurant, thrilling at the secret she is unaware of.  As we pull away, I ask Hub to park the car.  I want to finish here, where he can fully enjoy the show, unhindered by driving.  I haven’t come yet but I know an orgasm isn’t far off.

As he pulls into the parking spot, I’m hit with an amusing thought.  This is the same restaurant where we met for our first date (fast food and video games).  Here we are, almost 15 years later, stopping for a much hotter purpose.  Though it is getting late and we are parked in a fairly dark spot, there is still the chance of being seen.  But that is the last thing on my mind right now.  I readjust myself on the seat so that Hub can have a view of my pussy.  He wastes no time at all, jumping in to help.  He slides his fingers in my pussy and with the other hand, pinches my nipple through my shirt.  I am still working on my clit with the vibe, intent on finishing the job I’ve been given.

This luscious action continues for a few minutes and then he sits up, removing his hands from me.  I look over to see him unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down a bit.  Thinking he wants my mouth on him, I ask if I should come over there.  He says no, that I am doing fine just where I am.  Then as he leans back towards me, he starts stroking his hard dick.  Oh.my.god.  I am beyond hot now, forgetting the show I am supposed to be putting on.  Focusing instead on my husband’s lovely cock.  I am squirming and moaning, so swept up in the sensations that a crowd of people could have been watching and I wouldn’t have cared.  All of this is too much.  The stripper, my earlier masturbation session in the car, the vibrator on my clit, my husband’s fingers in my pussy, his other hand on his cock, the possibility of getting caught.  I come and when I do it shakes me to my core.  I am panting and squealing with delight.  I am also filled with an overwhelming desire to fuck my husband like a mad woman.  I cannot shut up about how hot he is, how wonderful that was, what I am going to do to him when we get home.  I lean over the seat and hungrily suck him, wishing we didn’t have to take a break from the fun.  It seems almost cruel that we have to postpone the rest of the evening’s fun until we’re home and children are tucked safely into bed.

Once we are home it is a mad scramble to get the parental duties out of the way.  I have promised my husband a proper fucking (I’m pretty sure I told him I was going to fuck him until he begged me to stop) and I intend on making good on my promise.  He is laying on the mattress and I slowly slither up his body, stopping to suck his cock on the way up.  But I don’t stay there long because I want him in me.  Now.  I lower my body onto his, not needing any warm up.  I kiss him, feeling the heat building in my body again.  There is no feeling that compares to his hard dick inside of me.  I revel in the thrusting and the fullness as I ride him.  “Go get the paddle,” he orders me.  I hop up, quick to obey.  After fetching the paddle, I climb back on top of him.  I ride him as he caresses and sucks on my tits.  He smacks me with the paddle as I rock back and forth.  Every swat makes me catch my breath and wilt with pleasure.  The more I am fucking him, the more I want.  He tells me he wants me on my knees.  I lean in to kiss him.  Then I whisper, “If you want me on my knees, you’re going to have to make me move.”  I am hoping he’ll rise to my challenge.  We stay with me on top of him for a few more minutes before he tries to gently move me.  But I don’t want to be treated gently.  I repeat my sassy dare.  Then he picks me up, tosses me down on my back, and fucks me roughly.  I am in heaven.

He then instructs me to get on my knees.  He knows I like it rough from behind.  I scramble to get where he wants me, jutting my butt up in the air.  He grabs my hips and fucks me hard and deep.  Every once in while he slaps my ass.  I feel drunk on pleasure, this night has been amazing.  After a moment, he turns me over to my back.  He leans into me, my legs apart and up.  He has held back long enough.  As he pumps into me, I raise myself to meet him.  I love the weight of him on top of me.  I cannot wait to feel him come.  When it does finally happen, his release is powerful.  I hold still and savor the moment, completely lost in ecstasy.  He covers me in sweet kisses which are followed by the smile of a happy and satisfied man.  Once again I am struck at how truly lucky I am.  I am married to a handsome, funny, smart, kind man who happens to make me absolutely crazy with excitement when it comes to sex.  We then stumble off to bed, sleepy and content.  What an incredible Saturday.

Sexy Saturday – Part one

“I wonder how many of those people up there get a show?” wonders Hub, about the nearby apartment building, as we get back into the car after visiting the “adult boutique.”  By the tone of his comment, I know it’s time for me to put on my show.  I open the glove compartment and remove the vibrator that has been hiding there.  We decide to visit the Lovers store to continue our search for thigh high stockings before picking up the kids.  We’re about twenty minutes away from the store.  More than enough time for me to get off.

As I ponder the thought of someone seeing our little romp during the drive, a story I’ve read earlier in the week comes to mind.  I start to tell Hub about the hot, unintentionally-exhibitionist fun Bad Bad Girl has written about.  A tryst in a parked car with a dominant, bossy man with others watching.  Very exciting and beyond hot.  Then he orders me to take off my pants.  The man who never orders me to do anything has just forcefully told me to strip.  That alone is enough to get me wet.  I eagerly obey, dropping my pants to the floor.  I recline my seat, turn on the vibe, and set it on my clit.  I try to position myself so that he can enjoy the show without having to turn his head too far.  Soon he picks up the camera and starts to record the action.  I am enjoying all of this – pleasuring myself, letting him watch, being filmed.  Every so often he’ll give me an order.  This only inflames me more.  Soon the vibrator isn’t enough.  I hold it in place with one hand and stick two fingers from my other hand into my pussy.  I’m wet already and I know this is only the start.

Just a few minutes from our destination and I am feeling my orgasm building.  I am aware of nothing else.  If anyone has noticed what is going on inside our car, I’m blissfully oblivious.  Now I must come.  For him, for myself.  I am rubbing the vibe on my clit as I push my fingers in and out of my pussy.  I come and it is breathtaking.  The thrill of having just been so close to a gorgeous girl mixed with the excitement of getting myself off in front of my husband, in the car where someone might see, has added a divine facet to this orgasm.

I look over at him, grinning and relaxed.  He smiles back.  Minutes later we pull into the parking lot at Lover’s.  After parking, he leans over to kiss me then pulls away and smiles again.  I adore this man.  I pull my pants back on, knowing that they will be soaked through in seconds, I am so wet.  “Well, that is unfortunate, isn’t it?”  he says with a smirk.  We enter the store, hand in hand.  And I know that our fun for the night has only just begun.