Long Ride Home (L)

The evening had been wonderfully romantic.  We shared a long meal at our favorite restaurant and when we finished and left the restaurant, I felt something down below leap to life. The whole time at the restaurant, staring at my beautiful wife, had put me on edge. I needed sex. Desperately.

We got into the car and we just looked at each other, breathing deeply. I could tell she wanted me. I could almost smell the scent of sex from her. It was a long ride home and I didn’t want to wait.

I pulled the car around to the back of the restaurant and drove into a quiet alleyway. My wife knew what I wanted to do and she jumped in the back seat and stuck her legs up. So hot!  I stripped her panties off, savoring the wonderful aroma of her drenched sex.  She was so wet for me. In moments, I pulled my pants and underwear down, springing forward my throbbing cock.

I knew she was wet enough, and besides I was overcome with passion, and I slid in her like a stallion attacking a mare. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t comforting, it was an assault on her senses. I wanted her to feel me completely, to absorb all of me. I pounded her like we hadn’t had sex in years, maybe ever.

But after just a few moments, she pushed me away.

“I can’t,” she said with a face that clearly showed she was disappointed. “It’s too…I’m claustrophobic.”

She looked terribly upset by stopping me but I knew I couldn’t continue, despite my aching desire to do so. Gathering up my pants and underwear, or at least what I could, I started on the long drive home.

I began to wonder how she would feel when we got back. She likely wouldn’t be as wet and maybe she would even be tired enough to go to sleep.

I couldn’t risk that.

“There’s a hotel up there,” I said, half-joking as we passed a hotel.

“That would be fine,” she said surprisingly.

I knew we couldn’t really afford it, certainly not for a quickie, which is all I had time for, although I definitely have paid for more things that I have enjoyed less. The thought of taking my wife simply to ravish her on the hotel bed kept my cock jumping in my pants. I could almost feel being inside her.

I took a hand off the wheel and up her skirt. She was so wet. I soaked my fingers for a moment, then brought it to my lips to taste.  So good!  My cock did another jump and I knew I was soaking my underwear with juices. I put my hand back down.  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard when I get home,” I said. My wife just moaned as my fingers danced through her drenched pussy. I massaged her good before moving to her clit.  She moaned again. Louder.

“I should just pull over here on the freeway,” I said. “You’d let me fuck you here?”  “Yes,” she said.  “You want me so much, you don’t care if the whole world sees. Let them. Let them know how much you want to be fucked.”

She moaned and groaned under my finger, and I knew she was close to cumming. I withdrew quickly.  “Not yet,” I said.  She growled and laughed, irritated with the tease but desperately excited by the pending release.

I pulled her blouse up, and then lifted a bra cup, exposing her left tit. How I wanted it in my mouth.  My wife’s tits are a symphony. Thankfully, it was dark and no one could see in. Despite our playful banter, neither of us REALLY wanted to be exhibitionists. Besides, it would give other couples an unrealistic expectation to live up to.

I grabbed her tit, pinching her nipple just the way she liked it. I could tell she was aroused cause I could be tougher than normal. When my wife is on fire, I can practically yank her tits off. Sometimes it seems she wants me to.

I put my hand back down to her clit, and this time drilled firmly. She came almost instantly, grabbing my arm while she moaned in pleasure.  The 45 minute drive felt like an eternity, but in a way I didn’t want it to end. In that time, I had given her a few more orgasms and was about ready to self implode. I knew I wouldn’t last long when I got home, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to fuck her sensless.

We were starting to pull into our neighborhood when a naughty thought came in my head.  “I am giving you two options. I will go to the bathroom to freshen up when we get home. If you want nice relaxing lovemaking, be there in the bed on your back. If you want me to fuck you like you are my little mare in heat. Be on your hands and knees.”  She laughed.

We got home and I went to the restroom. I took my time, wanting to add more suspense. When I emerged, my wife was naked on the bed.  Her hands were resting on either side of her, knees bent, legs wide apart, offering me a great view of her pussy from behind.

The next moments were a blur, animal passion took over, and there may have been a moment when I was sure my wife would never walk straight again. I screamed as I emptied in my wife, the hours of tension relasing, my passion exploding in a single moment of sheer bliss. My body overcame hers, and she molded herself to me, in a hot wet combination of raw sensuality.

Yep, that was a good night.