She heaved a sigh of contentment as we started off.
“Oh, Kyle,” she said. “I shouldn’t feel like this – leaving the boys for a whole week – but I’m so looking forward to us being on our own for all that time. I’m going to make this the best birthday you ever had.”
I reached over with my free hand, and caressed her thigh. She grabbed my hand and pressed it, hard, into the V of her shorts. I felt the warm dampness, and my cock rose, anticipating the delights awaiting me at journey’s end. I left my hand there, my middle finger slowly caressing Joan’s cleft through the silky material, my eyes firmly fixed on the road ahead.
We were on the freeway when I heard the slow sound of a zip going down. The traffic was light, and I risked a glance across at Joan. Her shell-top was wide open, hanging down her sides, the top slopes of her breasts fully visible, practically down to her nipples. Her bra, although push-up, was also very transparent, and her large dark nipples were pushing hard against the skimpy material.
My mouth dried and I began to look for a rest place.
“No, Kyle,” she murmured, reading my thoughts. “Let’s wait till we get home. Let’s spend the journey looking forward to it – but do keep stroking me down there whenever you can – your finger will have to do until I can get your big thick cock inside me.”
By now, my ‘big thick cock’ was straining uncomfortably against the confines of my pants and, almost unconsciously, my foot was pressing on the gas pedal in my hurry to get back and fuck my lovely wife to oblivion.
I pulled out to overtake a huge truck and, as I passed it, was nearly scared out of my wits by a huge blast from its air horn.
“What the fuck?” I expostulated, as I pulled back into the inside lane, in front of the truck, which was flashing its lights at me in the rear view mirror. “What gives with that guy?”
Joan laughed, softly, and reached across for my hand, which I had pulled away from her when the air horn blasted.
“I think you’ll find the driver wasn’t passing a comment on your driving, darling,” she said, softly. “From up there, he must have had a hell of a view as we passed him!”
Realisation dawned. I glanced over at Joan, again. Her face was very pink, her eyes shining. Under my questing fingers, the crotch of her silk shorts was damp and warm.
“Wow!” I breathed, as I imagined what the driver had seen – Joan’s tits, practically uncovered, with my hand on her pussy. I looked in my mirror – the truck was well back, now, but there was another one up ahead.
I gained on him, slowly. I was about two hundred metres behind him, when Joan whispered – “Do you dare me, Kyle?”
I nearly stopped breathing. I knew what she meant.
“I double-dare you!” I replied, my voice shaking with excitement.
“How appropriate!” she giggled, then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her fingers fumble at the front fastening of her bra. The fastening gave, and her glorious tits tumbled free. She tucked her bra away to the side, under her shell top. I started to indicate, to overtake the truck, and pulled out into the outside lane.