Driving Each Other Crazy – Twice!

With a mischievious smile, she slid her hand onto my upper thigh. My grip on the steering wheel tensed and I squirmed as I became physically aroused while trying to keep the vehicle in our lane.

“What’s the matter?” She said teasingly. She moved her hand over to rest on my crotch as if to test her effect on me.

“You know what the matter is,” I told her, squirming some more as my cock swelled even more under her touch.

She giggled slightly and began to rub my erect penis through my shorts. We had been married for about two years now and had on occaision enjoyed some of these “driving pleasures.” Most of them never went beyond the minor teasing we were currently engaged in. Several times, however, she had gone so far as to free my penis from the restrictions of my pants and give me a hand job, using a tissue to minimize the mess when I came. It would arouse her so much that she would masuturbate herself or let me reach over and finger her some. And while these were certainly fun, today was to be something new and different.

“You know,” I said, half joking as she massaged my crotch, “if you keep this up we may have to stop on the way and finish this.”

“Maybe we should,” she said, the mischievous smile growing as she wiggled a little herself, letting me know that she too was becoming physically aroused.

I was a little shocked at her response. My wife is a modest woman who would not normally risk having sex where people might discover.

“Oh, really?” I said. “Maybe we should find an exit.”

She smiled and agreed. We passed several exits that led into towns before finding one that led to a state road with few houses along it. Shortly after, we followed an access road skirting the edge of a field that was hidden from the main highway by a stand of trees. Few people drove along the state road, and while someone could have seen our car, the angle was wrong to see into it.

I threw the car into park and turned it off then began removing my clothes. While it had taken only few minutes to find this spot, it had felt like an eternity with her hand fondling me through my shorts.

As I tossed the last of my clothes aside, my wife looked at my naked body as though I had lost my mind.

“What if someone comes by?” she asked, having only removed her own shorts and underwear.

“I doubt anyone will come back here,” I reassured her. “And if they do, we will be able to see them coming before they see us.” With a little more reassurance, I convinced her to lift her shirt and sports bra up to leave her lovely boobs exposed.
With nimble, cat-like grace (which my wife would contest), I crawled across the center console and kneeled between her legs. She leaned her seat back, and I kissed her while I first squeezed her breast then moved a hand down to her vagina. She was already wet from our foreplay on the way here, but due to her nervousness, she needed a little help restarting her self-lubrication. She writhed a little as my fingers gently rubbed her clitoris and probed the warm, moist opening of her vagina.

“You had better make it quick, mister,” she demanded, grabbing my shaft.

Despite her demands for immediate penetration, it proved a little more difficult than we had imagined. While we had made out and masturbated each other in a car, we had never had sex in one before. The angles were different, and like a giggling pair of newlyweds, we experimented.
She spread her legs and scooted back on the seat. I kneeled between her legs, and with some trial and error, we found a spot were I could enter her without falling off the seat.

She gasped as I penetrated, and I leaned down to kiss her. Our lips parted as I began to thrust into her. Again, this took a little experimenting to get it right, but once we did, things progressed quickly. She braced her feet on the dashboard and moved her hips to match my thrusts, building in intensity until she was rocked by an orgam. I slowed as she recovered, and we kissed again. Then, we resumed thrusting. Now that we had the hang of it, it wasn’t long until my climax, and her own sympathetic orgasm, struck.

We kissed again then I pulled out, cleaning off with a tissue.

“Clean up well,” she said as we pulled our clothes back on and started up the car. “We still have errands to run.”

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Maybe six months later, we found ourselves in a similar situation. Her roving hands had me nearly bursting out of my pants and aching with desire. We drove around a number of back roads, looking for someplace to pull off and satisfy our mutual urges, but it was more difficult than we thought to find a quiet road with enough space to safely pull off that kept us out of sight of any houses.
“Here we go,” I said, pulling off onto the shoulder of a secluded stretch and setting the parking brake.
“Finally,” my lovely wife said. “Now let’s do this before I drench my underwear.” We looked around in a sort of awkward way as though unsure of exactly how to begin until my wife suggested we move to the back seat. “There’s more room.”
We crawled into the rear bench seat and began kissing passionately. She reached down and grasped my penis through my pants, and I slid my hand under her shirt to grab her breast. A short time and several bumps and contortions later, our clothes were on the floor. My wife lay back onto the seat and spread her legs around me, keeping her knees bent to keep from kicking the door. Bracing myself with my knees and hands, I lowered my naked body onto hers and gently entered her moist vagina. She moaned and we kissed and began to make sweet love.

We had barely begun when we were interrupted by a distant noise.

“Is that a car?” she asked, pausing to listen. Sure enough, the sound of a car approaching could be heard in the distance. There was no time to pull on clothes, so we hunkered down as low as we could. As the car drew nearer, we silently prayed that they wouldn’t see us and that they wouldn’t stop to see if we needed help.

The car passed without stopping and we laughed nervously with relased tension. A quick check confirmed that we were once again secluded and we resumed our love making in earnest. In little time, our groans and thrusting reached a climax as we both came within moments of each other.
“Well,” I said as we seaparted, cleaning up and starting to dress. “That was fun.”

“Yes, dear,” she said, a smile touching her lips, “it definitely was.”