Our weekend in Las Vegas quickly turned in to a sex-filled getaway. Katie ended up wearing her lingerie under her clothes almost every time we went out and the result would be rushing back to the room for more fun. On Sunday night, our last night, we decided to have drinks at a rooftop bar in Downtown Vegas. We sipped our cocktails and looked out over the city.
Katie’s tall and slim 5’10 figure was perfectly accentuated in her tight purple dress. I knew that underneath she was wearing a matching set of black lingerie. In between sips of our drinks, we chatted more. Mostly it was about sex and how much fun we were having that weekend. We had lost count of how many times we had sex in Vegas but the fire between us was still burning hot. I asked her what else she wanted to do that night and without hesitation she simply responded by saying, “we should go back to the room now.” We gave each other “the look” and knew that it was time to leave.
When we climbed into the cab, I let my eyes linger on her long legs. The cab took off towards the hotel, rushing on to the freeway. Katie reached down and held my hand and then placed it on the top of her thigh. She looked over at me and smiled, inching my hand up just under the bottom of her dress. I smiled back and pushed my hand higher up, she just smiled and looked out the taxi window, appreciating the lights of the city.
She gently parted her legs as the taxi barreled on to the freeway. Her dress was tight and difficult for her to spread her legs more so I positioned my hand so the length of my index finger could rub along her panties. Slowly, I slid my finger up and down the wet material as she nonchalantly looked out the window. I watched her chest rise and fall more quickly as the pad of my finger started to rub her clit on the outside of her panties. Back and forth. Circular motions. Slow and soft at first but then increasing slightly in pressure and speed. Her lips gently parted as her breath became shorter. I watched her eyes close, as I applied a bit more pressure on to her clit.
The taxi reached the strip and even with other cars and pedestrians next to us, I didn’t stop. As we got closer to the hotel, her breathing became even more shallow as I rubbed her wet panties. Suddenly, her legs clamped on my hand to stop me. I could tell she was on the edge of cumming. I turned away from her and smiled, looking out the window but not stopping. I started to rub harder and felt her panties get more wet. Her hand grabbed my wrist and squeezed as she stifled an orgasm in the taxicab. Her thighs clamped together and her breath was ragged. I watched her eyes close tight as she focused all of her energy on not moaning or screaming in the car.
Our cab pulled up to our hotel and I quickly paid. We both hopped out and went immediately to our room for the rest of the evening. More happened in the room, but that’s another story…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mv2hdf/playing_with_my_wifes_pussy_in_a_vegas_taxi
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