In The Car, Then In The Apartment [MF]

My wife and I share high libidos, and an attraction to each other that has stood the test of time. I am 5’11”, muscular build, brown hair and eyes. She is 5’4″, 125 lbs, Pilates and gym fit, chestnut brown hair, striking blue eyes, and curves in every right place. This is one of our stories.

We were in our late 20s, attending a friend’s housewarming party. We had been talking in separate groups of people.

She walked up behind me, wrapped an arm around me, leaned up into me, and whispered, “This is boring. Take me home and fuck me.”

I didn’t need further encouragement. We said our goodbyes, and she led us out of the house. She was wearing a blue babydoll dress that clung to her in all the right places. I could make out the curve of her ass and the outline of string bikini panties that hugged it.

I was hard within seconds.

I slapped her playfully on the butt, and we hopped in the car for the 25 minute drive home.

As soon as we were seated, she reached over and began to caress me through my jeans. I batted her hand away, because as much as I wanted her, I feared driving off the road — she has magically gifted fingers and tended to make me explode deliriously with hand jobs.

She kept at it, though, lightly running her fingers up and down my cock over my jeans, talking about how badly she needed it, in her hands, in her mouth, in her pussy, how she wanted it to fill her, stretch her, pound her, FUCK her.

She has NEVER been this forward and aggressive in a car before, and I was putty in her hands. I groaned, and shuddered, and tried not to come as I drove.

She unzipped my jeans and snaked her lithe fingers inside my boxers. The feeling of her fingertips on my bare, hot skin felt like some sweet, cold fire. I nearly jumped out of my seat. .

She lightly wrapped her slender fingers around my cock and began to stroke it up and down, all the while describing how she could not wait to have my cock buried inside her. I moaned and told her she had to stop, or I was going to run off the road. She giggled and kept at it, her touch ever so light, with an occasional squeeze that felt like an electric shock.

Thankfully, I soon spied our apartment complex. I hit the gas, made the turn, and sped into our underground garage.

I found a spot in a dark corner of the garage, parked the car, and sighed a deep sigh of relief.

My wife wasn’t done yet. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, dove into the well in front of the driver’s seat, and inhaled my cock. The feelings of heat, moisture, suction, and a dextrous tongue quickly drove me into the stratosphere. I gripped the car door with one hand and the center console with the other.

Given my extreme arousal, it was only a minute or two before I felt the eruption coming. “Oh God, oh God, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!” I yelled, and then exploded into her mouth. She greedily sucked down every drop. She has always LOVED swallowing.

I leaned back in my chair, exhausted. She grinned up at me, then climbed back into her seat. Her blue eyes sparkled and she smiled devilishly. Her cheeks bloomed pink from exertion and arousal. I took a deep breath and stammered, “I, I, I can’t believe you…that was so hot…dangerous…naughty, unbelievable.”

She stared into my eyes and said, full of lust, “Well, I guess you need to get me upstairs and punish me then.”

We raced up the four flights of stairs, me enjoying the view of her pert ass as the dress moved around it. I gave her a sharp smack on the ass, and she turned and said. “There better be a lot more where that came from.” I felt myself begin to harden again.

As soon as we reached the door and opened it, I grabbed her by the arm, pushed her through the open doorway, then spun her and slammed her against the closing door. She giggled, then moaned when I slid a hand up inside her dress, moving up the soft skin of her inner thigh to her center, where I found her panties sopping.

“Young lady,” I growled, “you are in for a serious tongue laahing.” I grasped her panties in one hand and yanked them down and off, and she moaned, “Ohhh, Goddd.” I opened her legs as she stood, finding her completely swollen. I licked in between her lips from bottom to top, then sucked in her clit. Her legs trembled, and she grabbed a fistful of hair from the top of my head. I licked around and around , swirling my tongue in and out of her, occasionally pushing my tongue deep inside of her. She began to chant, ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuucckkk!!” She chattered as an orgasm shook her from head to toe. She leaned over, her long hair now sweaty, hung down over her face.

I stood, hoisted her in the air, wrapped her legs around me, and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed, helped her lift her dress over her head, unfastened her bra, tossed everything in the general direction of the floor, and said to her, “Are you ready for your fucking?” She nodded yes and smiled.

I leaned over her, and ran my hands from her stomach to her chest, grasping one firm, 36D breast in each hand, and gently squeezed. I caressed them, feeling the delightful and arousing texture of hardening nipples beneath my palms. I loved the feeling of her breasts in my hands. Before long, I was rolling and pinching nipples with my fingers, eliciting sighs and moans. I bent and took a nipple into my mouth, sucked hard, then swirled the flat of my tongue around her breast. She moaned louder, “Ohhh, yessssss, that feels so GOOD!”

I alternated between her beautiful breasts, relishing the feel of her nipples against my tongue and lips, until she shuddered, and then looked up at me and said, “I need it. Please.”

I stood back, looked at her, grabbed her thighs, opened them, and pushed them back toward her shoulders, opening her to me. I pushed forward and down into her soaking, swollen pussy, slowly impaling her until I was fully buried in her. Her eyes opened wide, and she said, ” Ohhhhh, FUCK!!!”

I withdrew, then pushed forward again, enjoying every ripple, the sensation of my cock sliding between her swollen lips, my head popping out of and then back into her. It was heaven. I began a slow, heavy, deep rhythm, penetrating her slowly and hard, as hard and deep as I could go. I wanted to push THROUGH her, I ached for her that badly.

She reached for me, grabbing my shoulders, my face, my hair, my upper back. She began to squirm and rock under me, moaning and screaming with each push. Sweat covered us and slickened us, making our movements easier.

“Yessss, yes, you’re hitting it, you’re hitting it, pound my pussy, POUND my pussy!!!” she began to yell. Emboldened, I sped up, pounding away at her over and over and over again, until she was shaking and screaming in orgasm. I lost it, grunted and yelled, and exploded inside her again and again, driving cum as deeply into her as I could.

After pulsing into her a half-dozen or more times, I collapsed next to her, utterly spent. I fought to catch my breath, stared into space for several minutes, drowning in the feeling of pure physical satiation.

When at last I came back to earth, I found her staring at me, eyes glowing.

“So,” she said, “Aren’t you glad I rescued you from that boring old party?”

I chuckled.

“You can attack me in the car anytime.”

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