About eight years and nine months ago, I was returning from a trip where I was helping out with some family business. Because it happened that long ago, I may not be able to remember all the details of this story. Still, I always remember the thrill my body feels, the shortness of breath, the rapid heartbeat, the way the whole world fades away for a moment when I first see my wife after being apart.
She pulled to the airport curb late that evening, and my whole life brightened as I saw her lovely smiling face. After briefly basking in that moment, I became intrigued that she brought the van rather than the car that got better fuel mileage. We had spoken on the phone earlier about how much we missed each other and how difficult it would be to wait the 45 minutes from the airport to home to do all the things we were dying to do with or to each other. I half-joked that, if she brought the van, we could just park somewhere and jump in the back. Now here she was with the van. Hmmm.
We hugged and kissed at the curb longer than most people do. Oh, how I missed having my arms around this body that God made just for me. I didn’t want to let go, but I knew it would be hard to drive that way. As it turned out “driving hard” was going to be the theme for this short journey. I loaded my bags, and she got into the passenger side so I could drive toward our home.
We immediately started to get as handsy as we could while driving. She wore a top that provided easy access to her big beautiful boobs, and (as I noticed while hugging her at the curb) she was braless. Even though we were in a hurry to get home, I took the less busy but slightly longer route home to better enjoy this road play.
About halfway home, after crossing the long bridge, she decided to step it up a notch. One great thing about the Astro van was that it had bucket seats (or captains seats, as they called them) but no center console. She slipped out of her seat and knelt beside mine, folded up the armrest, and finished sliding my pants down a little. She already had them undone to allow the previous fondling, which had my cock very hard.
She stroked it a few times in its fully-released state and began to lick the head before wrapping her lips around my hard shaft. She continued to work her wet lips and tongue up and down as I tried to keep my eyes on the road. I found it hard to look away from the glorious sight of her head bobbing up and down in my lap. She had given me blowjobs throughout our marriage but not really frequently (wow, has that ever changed), and getting one while driving was an extremely rare pleasure. After a little while of this incredible treat, I told her I was getting close to cumming. She did not let up, and I felt the climax drawing nearer.
I quickly pulled over just before the road we were traveling narrowed to a two-lane highway. The Astro van sits a little higher than most minivans, and with her kneeling on the floor rather than on a seat nobody could see what was happening. I threw it into park, and she picked up her pace and had me cumming quickly. She removed her mouth and let my cum shoot all over her hand, then rubbed it into my shaft. She had swallowed occasionally but not often at this time in our marriage. I sat there trying to catch my breath and get my white knuckles to release the steering wheel.
After a few minutes to come down from that high, she grabbed the stack of fast food napkins (four kids, minivan… some of you understand; there’s always a stack of fast food napkins) and cleaned us all up. Then we got back on the road, even more eager to get home. We continued the playful fondling as we drove the last 20 minutes.
When we got home, the little kids were in bed. After exchanging quick greetings and good-nights with the older ones, we rushed to our room. We couldn’t get our clothes off fast enough! Hungrily, we jumped onto the bed, wanting the joining we had done without. We were not trying for another child, so we had been calculating the “safe” days and using a condom when we were outside of those. My wife informed me that we were not “safe,” so I grabbed the packet and she put the condom on me. We could finally join as we desired to do.
Also during this time, I had been experiencing some side effects of my medications that made it a little more difficult to reach ejaculation. Not surprisingly, the condoms didn’t make that problem any better. After a little while of hard lovemaking in several different positions, I knew I was not going to cum, especially after I just exploded in the van. At that point, I felt like the condom was just a nuisance, so I pulled out and removed it, then plunged back in. Oh! It felt so much better. I continued to thrust into her for some time, enjoying the direct connection with her. Finally, we were both just spent and couldn’t go on any longer. I collapsed on the bed next to her, having never reached that second climax, as I predicted; both of us were breathing hard.
“Welcome home,” she said between gasps for air.
Several weeks later my wife informed me that she was pregnant with our fifth child. All the figuring makes it very clear that conception occurred that night I returned home. Apparently, there were enough of my little swimmers still lingering around after cumming in the van to get the job done.
All of our kids are blessings from God, and I could never imagine life without any of them, but there is something about that youngest one. She is truly a gift.
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