Dinner conversation started out somewhat strained, but quickly turned to a recap of the drive. We both thought it was the hottest thing we had ever done.
“So what about the ride home?” I asked.
She raised her eyebrows, “You have some unfinished business to attend to, Mister.”
“I know Honey- I am sorry. I PROMISE I will finish you off on the way home. Were you embarrassed to be naked in front of Paul?”
“Umm, NO!” She laughed. “Couldn’t you tell how turned on I was? I was watching him watch me through the rear-view mirror. That was fucking HOT!”
My sweet, conservative Claire was not the innocent lady I had believed her to be. But she was quickly becoming the slut I had always dreamed of marrying.
We had trouble really enjoying our dinner because we were obsessing about the drive home. We ate quickly, paid our bill and called Paul to pick us up. I pulled him aside before he had a chance to seat us. I told him about the video camera under my seat and slipped him $20 to film us. “Just pull off somewhere secluded. My wife is so out of control, you might even get a blowjob out of it.” Paul smiled knowingly, nodded and discretely retrieved the camera before letting my wife and me in the limo.
After settling in for a minute or two, my wife leaned over and started kissing my neck. I went straight for her pussy and was amazed at how wet she still was. This was going to be one ride to remember. But as much as I wanted to just start fucking her, I also wanted to go a bit slower to give Paul a chance to drive to a secluded place. I bought some time by just kissing her, but she was clearly further along than that and was pushing for more. She made no secret about wanting to be fucked. Hard and now.
I finally felt the car slowing down and knew Paul must have found a suitable location to park. After a couple of slow turns, my wife figured out something was up. “What are we doing?” She whispered. “Why did he pull off the Interstate?”
“No idea,” I lied.
She gave me the look she reserves for when she knows she doesn’t have the whole story. I leaned back in and started kissing her neck. She was still concerned about the unscheduled stop, but couldn’t resist me. She was way too turned on at that point. I was really aggressive with her then in an attempt to distract her from what was about to happen. I had a couple of fingers inside of her, really working over that hungry pussy of hers. She didn’t react at all to the car stopping and didn’t seem to notice Paul had turned around in his seat and was pointing a video camera at us. Once he was in position I started to pull her clothes off. Without taking my mouth off of hers, I slid her straps off her shoulders and pulled her dress down below her beautiful tits. This time I kept going. She accommodated my wishes by lifting her ass off the seat so I could pull the dress all the way down to her feet.
As I was removing her bra, she must have seen Paul with the camera because she just froze. In an attempt to avert disaster, I said, “It’s OK, Claire. It’s our camera. I asked him to film.”
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