1. How I met my exhibitionist wife, Chapter 2


    Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: True Story, Black, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, massage, Voyeurism, Wife, Author: rueyov, Rating: 73.3, Source: sexstories.com

    and poured two glasses. He pulled into the normal heavy traffic as it was getting dark. Ann and I had been separated for some time. As previously agreed, Ann and I would act (and it was not much of an act) as if we could not wait until getting to the apartment to fuck. In the crowded rush hour traffic it is about a 45 minute drive to our apartment. With cars and trucks all around us she proceeded to strip naked. Off came the blouse and skirt. She had to raise her butt well off the seat to slip it off and Dave noticed what was happening. He adjusted his rear view mirror to watch us. He turned as she raised her butt again and slipped off the thong and he said: “Oh come on you guys, can’t you wait till we get there.” Ann said “no”. I don’t think he really meant for us to stop but he probably felt he should protest slightly. “Please don’t throw me in that briar patch” kind of response. I pulled down my pants and underpants and she straddled me. I was as hard as I get and Dave watched in the mirror as she slowly impaled herself. I had positioned her so Dave could see her ass in the mirror. She gasped involuntarily with pleasure as it hit bottom and started to pump, rising up until the head was almost out and impaling herself again and again. All I had to do was lift my hips as high as possible to give her maximum penetration. Dave was staring a hole in her ass as she picked up the tempo and started to make her pleasure noises. She would repeatedly say “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ...
    harder”. We were at some considerable risk of a crash but I didn’t care at that point. Dave dropped his right arm over the seat back and started to caress her ass and between her thighs. He was careful to avoid my dick as we are both a bit homophobic. She is quite sensitive to touch on the inside of her thighs and I could feel her respond to his touch. I occasionally glanced out and noticed that we were being noticed. If Ann knew she was being watched, it only served to spur her on. She came with her signature screaming organsm at about Burlingame. She came again at San Mateo, Foster City, Redwood City, Menlo Park and I joined her as we turned off at Palo Alto. We collapsed on the seat and retrieved our champagne glasses. Ann was still naked when we parked at our carport at the apartment. Dave turned in the seat to face us and said: ”you guys are crazy”. “Are you offended?” Ann said. . “No, just surprised and about to bust out of my pants”. We dressed and carried her luggage into the apartment. Since Dave had moved out first and found the apartment, he had claimed the master bedroom which had its own bath. My bedroom did not have a bathroom and we had to walk down a short hall to the other separate bathroom at the end of the hall. There was going to be many accidental encounters between Ann and Dave. A living room/dining room area and an adjoining kitchen completed the arrangement. Our bedroom had a single large window which faced onto the walkway between apartment buildings. ...
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