I’ve been struggling but eager to find the time to write this, but it takes place immediately where my last story, “Unprotected fun at the strip club,” ended. To recap, NV was “Prepping” Hubby prior to pulling over onto a quieter road while I was in the backseat watching while also drawing some circles on some sensitive areas with my finger.
Anyway, this was our first stop. We had been travelling for two and a half hours. NV and I were only wearing our sundresses, nothing underneath, obvi, each with a plug in our booties and teasingly controlling each other’s lushes on and off. Needless to say, we were dripping by the time we stopped. Thank god we have a Jeep, and like a horny pit crew, we set up our “comfy space” in the back in seconds, although admittedly, it was a tight fit in more ways than one. Yet, when everyone is more or less on top of each other, we made it work, and Hubby enjoyed the surprise of NV with a plug in her booty. This was mainly just a blowjob / pre-breakfast stop that left NV and I cumswapping before I let her swallow it, calling dibs on the next one.
Back in the car, Hubby drove the rest of the way until we got to the usual classic diner we stop at for our actual breakfast. Once filled with Waffles, eggs, bacon, and a fair bit of orange juice, we set off again. We were a third of the way, meaning it was NV’s turn to drive. I was riding shotgun which lasted the length of three backstreet boy songs before my dress started to feel a little too restricting. Hubby was also controlling my lush, which NV was exempt from receiving the same vibrating torture for safety reasons. Needless to say, I got naked in the front seat, chasing an orgasm. At the same time, NV kept egging Hubby on to vibrate my insides to the max until I couldn’t take it and crawled into the backseat with Hubby. I made short work of taking off his clothes and then straddling him, riding him like a bat out of hell, which was also the song playing at the time…see what I did there. Although, I hardly heard it over my moaning, and NV was now cheering me on. Now I wasn’t planning on getting creampied this early in the trip, but with Hubby being rehydrated from breakfast and being in an awkward position, I didn’t have much for alternatives. With Hubby’s cummies suddenly inside me, I grabbed him a water from the back while also getting a playful spank from him and feeling his cummies running down my thighs. I then grabbed a towel to put on the passenger seat so I didn’t make too much of a mess after climbing back into the front, still naked. Like Hubby, NV spanked me when I crawled past, dragged her finger up my thighs to help clean me up, then tasted the fun hubby and I had.
The rest of that leg of the drive had me cleaning myself up, mainly with my fingers, and letting NV occasionally lick my fingers. Hubby remained in the back, falling asleep after our little riding session and still entirely naked, thank god for tinted back windows, and NV at one point getting her tits out, which then led to me doing the same thing while we jammed out to some Avril Lavigne, doing poor karaoke renditions of her songs. It was a lot of fun, if I do say so myself. Then came the second scheduled stop. It was a quiet picnic area that looks like it had been forgotten in time. There was graffiti from what seemed like the 90’s all over the tables, but we’d inevitably leave our own mark on it. When getting out of the car, NV and I’s sundresses were practically around our ankles at this point. We quickly pulled them back up before waking Hubby up in the back and helping him put on what we deemed essential clothing. Mainly his shorts and his shirt, leaving his underwear behind, which also gave him quite the bulge in his shorts. Anyway, his pants weren’t up long because when we got to the old picnic tables, NV and I immediately assumed our positions and bent over, presenting our booties to Hubby side by side. He didn’t miss a beat, and soon, our dresses were around our waists, and Hubby would alternate between pounding one of us and fingering the other. Obvious Pro-tip, when laying on an old wooden picnic table while being fucked, clothing, some sort of top, or a blanket is a must to avoid any splinters.
NV and I had the pleasure of receiving three rounds of thrusting each, yet we couldn’t stand the mosquitos, which seem to be really bad this year. Dropping to our knees, NV and I locked eyes with Hubby and begged him for his cum, kissing his tip as we took turns jerking him off; he inevitably rewarded us with a shared facial. NV and I made quick work of cleaning each other up; this time, I swallowed because I called dibs earlier, then the three of us “ran” back to the car, except Hubby needed a second to pick up his shorts. Still, we were all getting eaten alive by mosquitos that we didn’t really notice his brief struggle. Once we were in the car, though, we all got comfortable and had lunch, but while eating gave hubby control of our lushes again, and after bringing NV and I to orgasm from the toys and making us make out a little mid-orgasms, we were back on the road.
This was the final leg, meaning I’d be driving while NV and Hubby got to enjoy some one-on-one time…literally one on one in the backseat. Whenever I glanced in the rearview mirror, I’d see NV’s naked chest bouncing up and down as she rode Hubby reverse cowgirl and tortured me the same way I tortured her earlier when she was in my position. Her moans, like mine, were insanely loud and almost overpowered the music and made me debate rolling up the windows, but we carried on, and thankfully I’m no stranger to fingering myself while driving to tame my hypersexuality. Two fingers deep in myself, one hand on the wheel, teasing 100 KM/H, while my spouses fuck in the backseat, and the front windows rolled down, we were closing in on our destination. NV and Hubby finished up their fun roughly forty minutes after it started, then joined me back up front as my co-pilot. In the back, Hubby was knocking back water bottles, now realizing that he was in a car with two lust-crazed nymphos who sought to dehydrate him of his cummies. Meanwhile, NV and I would brighten truckers’ days by giving them a playful flash. NV even mooned some people, which was surprising, especially since she still had her plug in. However, we think she may have mooned a family of four since neither of us initially saw the minivan on the opposite side of a semi we passed.
It wasn’t until we were ten minutes away from what would soon be our DIY “Love” hotel that the three of us were actually fully dressed. However, NV and I were still filled with our lushes, and Hubby had total control of them. While driving, he granted us mercy, but once the car stopped and we were inside checking in, he felt the need to suddenly crank it up. I desperately tried to keep my composure and get the room key without drawing too much attention, which I proudly failed at. Although the woman behind the desk pretended like she didn’t notice, but I knew she knew because after passing me the room key, she said, “Hope you three have a very pleasurable stay,” followed with a wink, or maybe she just blinked I don’t know, I was cumdrunk. The slut part of me debated getting her number, though, to be honest, while the result of my orgasm was running down my thighs.
Thankfully we were almost at the room; we just had to endure an orgasmic elevator ride. Hubby was making sure we were well lubricated by sending waves of vibrations like a spastic toddler through our lushes, forcing NV and I to use each other to stay on our feet. A second longer, our knees would’ve buckled, but we had staved off our building orgasms long enough for the elevator doors to open. Although our peace would only last the time, it took to find the room since the real birthday fun would begin once we got there.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w0p2qd/mff_hubbys_birthday_part_1
Wonderful!