“Can we share?” she asked.
Kristen looked at me with a little grin. “What do you think, Paul? Can we share you?”
My cock pulsed, pushing out more precum. Words failed me, so I nodded my assent. Heidi dropped Kristen’s hand and moved it to my cock, teasing a fingertip along my shaft. She dipped into the precum and spread it around my shaft before pulling her hand away to lick her fingers clean.
“He does taste good.” I looked to Kristen and saw that her eyes were on fire, her cheeks flushed. Any worries I’d had about the potential for jealousy dissipated instantly – I could see how turned on she was watching this new woman handle my dick. Heidi took me in her hand. Gone were the teasing fingertips, replaced with a firm grip around my shaft and slow, even strokes. “Do you like watching me play with your man’s cock, sweetie?”
Kristen nodded and replied with a breathy “yes”.
“I knew you’d like it. I’m going to take good care of him. Is this making you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to make him cum?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to touch yourself while you watch?” No reply this time, just a shy nod. Before Heidi could continue her interrogation, the car filled with the glare of approaching headlights. Someone pulled up behind us and honked. To my dismay, Heidi let go of my cock. I stuck my arm out of the window and waved them past. The driver yelled something towards us as they passed by.
“Well, that sure broke the mood,” said Heidi. “Keep following me. I’m not too far from here.” She got out and walked back to her car. I took a minute to compose myself and, with some effort, worked my dick back into my jeans.
Kristen grumbled in frustration and said, “oh, sure. You get your dick played with while I’m sitting here with soaked panties.”
I laughed. “Well, we still have a bit of a drive at least. Why not fill the time with something… productive?” I asked. Kristen smiled a wicked smile. In a flash, she gathered her sundress up around her waist. Heidi drove off and I followed. I needed to keep my eyes on the road but Kristen was going to be a distraction. She was moaning, and I could see out of the corner of my eye that she had pushed her panties aside and had worked a finger into her wet twat.
In a breathy voice, she said, “oh god I’m so wet. I need to cum.” She moved her other hand down to work her clit while she fucked herself. “Do you hear how wet I am?” I could. The schlicking sound was obvious. She shuddered in her seat.
“I’ll bet you’ll be even wetter when Heidi’s fingers are in you instead of yours,” I replied. Kristen moaned.
“Did you like her touching your dick?” she asked. I glanced over at her with raised eyebrows. “It’s OK, baby,” she said. “I trust you. You can be honest.”
“OK. Then… yes.”
“Good. I liked watching her touch you. Made me want to join in.” This kind of talk was not helping the erection throbbing uncomfortably inside my jeans. She adjusted her position in the seat and threw a foot up against the dashboard and pushed her finger in further. She looked over at me. The road had straightened out, allowing me to safely look back at her. “It made me want to watch you fuck her.”