Monday, October 22, 2012

My Favorite Public Cuckold Sex Moment

About 15 years ago, I was dating my husband‘s boss, Guy, from the construction site he was working on. We had been dating for about 5 months and one of the first weekends we went away together, we took a trip to Santa Cruz for 4 days. We were pretty pent up and eager to be together even before we got driving, so the prospect of spending the next 4 hours focused on driving to our destination was frustrating to say the least. We spent a good 20 minutes debating exactly how to handle the excessive sexual tension that was already building up on the way to Santa Cruz. He thought we should just suck it up and drive as fast as we could to get to the hotel so we could give our undivided attention to each other then. I argued that we would be much better off planning to pull over every 30 minutes or so in a highway lookout or rest-stop and make sure our overwhelming needs didn’t cause unsafe driving. I pointed out that between him and his 6’11” mountain-of-a- man physique hungering for me, and me and my 3-year- dry-spell- mountain-of-untapped-sexual-energy, we could at any point generate an explosion from our sheer proximity to each other. So really, one could say that I was arguing for the safety of everyone on the road that day…all those poor, innocent, helpless, sexless drones driving to and from work. They would never have the reflexes needed to get out of our way if the relentless urgency we were struggling to contain should win out and overpower us! Just think of the families and c***dren we could spare potential devastation to if he would just PULL OVER and let me give him a blow job every 20 minutes or so!! {{hee-hee…right…sure…whatever works to get that car pulled over and pants off, right?}} As we debated that first 30 minutes, I remembered that my SissyHubby had packed us some “special treats” in one of the duffel bags and put it behind the seat in the truck before we left. So I leaned over the seat struggling to reach the bag on the floor. Being only 5’1”, I have adjusted to having to twist and stretch to reach many things. I sometimes scramble around the cab of a truck like a monkey. However, Guy was not used to me climbing all over and thought I was falling behind the seat. So he quickly reached up to keep me from falling as I balanced on the seat- my head down and my ass up over the bench seat back right next to his shoulder. His hand went under my skirt in his haste and his arm wrapped around my thighs pulling me back to the front next to him. I was sitting square on his strong hand now with him pulling me tight against him on the seat. It was about 2 minutes later I won our discussion and found us pulled off the freeway at the back of a rest stop, his hands tearing the small g-string I had on under the short skirt in record time. I opened his jeans and lowered my face to his cock as he pulled my skirt over my hips and began to stroke his fingers on, in and around the wetness now flooding me. My naked butt was facing the passenger window with his hands exploring my cunt and he was thrusting his fingers in my opening pink pussy. We were deeply occupied with the tasks at hand - each of us reveling in the other and escaping into one of the first moments we had been able to give in to desire without planning. The AC in the truck was on, but the heat we were generating made a sheen of sweat appear all over both of us. When I looked up at him at one point from my vantage point in his lap, his eyes looked down at me with a brightness and energized bliss. I realized I hadn’t seen that look in years- since long before I married my husband. This man was in awe that I was there with him, was puffing up with pride that I was HIS- I knew this because I felt the same way. We may have heard the trucks pull up- who knows? If I did, I didn’t care. If he did, he was happy to show off his trophy now covered with glistening juices and bucking against his hand wildly. As I felt his cock surge to that ne

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