It was getting harder and harder to keep his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road. The last hour of foreplay on the highway had him about to discharge a hands-free orgasm in his jeans. His cock strained against the blue material. She smiled with pride every time she looked at the well-defined head of his cock so clearly visible under a wet spot of leaking precum. It turned her on immensely because she was the cause of his exhilaration building to a fever pitch. And she hadn’t even touched him yet.
Her passenger seat was reclined, and her bare feet were up on the dashboard. Her knees were as far apart as her confines would allow. The short sundress she was wearing was a mess around her waist as she had pulled it all the way up from the bottom hem and down from the top to expose her breasts. She had intentionally not worn panties as that was his preference.
One of her hands was gripping her favorite sex toy, sliding it in and out of her soaking wet pussy. The other hand pinching a hard nipple. They were driving on a forested highway en route to a casino resort in the mountains. The afternoon sun was shining through tree tops like a picket fence. The sunlight flashed from shadow to starkly bright. It lit her pale white skin like a strobe light while he rushed down the road at 70 MPH. She was beautiful. She was his sexual muse, the pinnacle of his desire. His Unicorn.
They were lovers escaping the responsibilities and restrictions piled upon them by their real-life spouses. Both of them had endured a decade of almost sexless matrimony. They had been suppressed under the flags of morality, inhibition, and harsh judgment. Sexual desire is a powerful natural force. People like to fuck for natural reasons. Condemning what is beautiful and natural for all the wrong reasons is an egregious error. For these two lovers, sex is finally simple and real. It is raw and honest, verbal and visual. It is fantasy becoming reality. They held nothing back from each other, everything was on the table and possible. The spark they found ignited a fire, it quickly became a conflagration out of control. They were on their way to four days of resort recreation with a bucket list of suppressed sexual fantasies now released from a Genie’s bottle.
From the moment she got in the car, the entire hour's drive to the small mountain resort had been pure foreplay. Like most men, he was very easily visually stimulated. When she was with him, he encouraged her to explore her strong exhibitionistic desires. A gasoline and fire mix. Once on the highway, she told him there were only a few rules to the driving game. He had to keep both his hands on the wheel and was not allowed to touch her or himself. He smiled a big grin and gladly agreed. With those playful rules set she placed her feet on the dashboard and hiked the sundress up enough for him to clearly see her cleanly shaved pussy. His cock responded immediately. The game was on.
The freeway out of the city quickly turned to highway, providing much less traffic buzzing around his Subaru SUV. They were six months into this affair. In that short amount of time they had plowed right through barricades and all their inhibitions were jettisoned over the side as though life depended on it. The chemistry was unstoppable. A chain reaction propelling them forward into intimacy and ecstasy.
She was making him crazy with desire as he drove. It was a visual seduction of the highest caliber. The hem of the sundress was always high enough for him to see something between her legs. Sometimes she would turn her hips toward him and sit on one foot, spreading her legs for an unrestricted view of her pussy. Her hands sliding up and down the inside of her thighs, exciting them both.
He had to try at least once. His hand reached out for the wet lips between her legs. She was quick with a slap to the back of his hand and he withdrew. She giggled and tried to be serious for a second and threatened to pull her dress back in place and end the show. He figured it was a bluff, but he wasn’t going to risk it. Every real red-blooded male knows there is not much more sexy than a woman with her legs spread. Touching herself, pleasing herself, sharing an intimate act for his eyes. His heart was pounding, and his cock was throbbing in the blue jeans.
Her name is Sandy. She’s brilliant, energetic and gregarious. People are drawn to her positive energy. A leader in her corporate work environment. She is a woman who appears to have it all. The career, two beautiful teenage children, a hardworking husband and the house in cookie-cutter suburbia.
She had turned forty-one last month and was comfortable with that. She is an attractive woman and takes good care of herself. Never a beauty queen, but her inner confidence gives off a, fuck-you world, I am beautiful attitude. She shines beautifully from the inside and the outside. Like most women, she has more curves now than in her twenties and early thirties. Her ass carries a few more pounds then she wished it did. In a few places on her body, there are the permanent marks of childbearing. Her legs are still toned and spectacular. Her once C cup breasts fill a D cup now.
None of this bothers her. She wears it like her life story and is proud of it all. Sandy is a unicorn, a woman of confidence not about to fall victim to the pressure society and the media pile upon women. Motivating women to seek a false perfection breeds insecurities and fuels billion-dollar industries. Sandy is very confident in her abilities and the way she presents herself to the world. She understands sexy is as sexy does, sexy is not about looking like a model. There was just one catch.
All things are not always as they appear from the outside. The old saying is, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors. In her case that was true. Friends and family assumed that such a perfect looking marriage must include satisfaction in the bedroom. In reality, what was going on behind her bedroom door was almost nothing.
After years of trying to work with her uptight, asexual husband, she was completely done with him in that regard. She would no longer let him unexpectedly climb on top of her in the middle of the night once every six months. He would flail around on her for a couple minutes, attempting to stab her unprepared vagina. Usually resulting in his premature orgasm unloading all over her pubic mound. His next move was to roll off her and return to sleep with his back towards her like a wall of silence. That was it, his version of sex. He would not even discuss it other than to say a good wife’s role was to be happy with what the husband offered.
Their dating period had been cut short by her unexpected pregnancy causing them to rush into marriage. She was far from being a virgin at the time. The fact that she had many fulfilling sexual relationships before him haunted her and added to her frustration. She loved everything about sex. The smell and taste of it. The thrill of bringing a man to orgasm with her mouth. The pleasure received when a talented lover would bring her to orgasm with oral skills before penetrating her highly sensitive, still pulsing vagina for a long hard fuck. She loved it all. She was stuck. She had tried countless times to reason with him, to have a conversation. She got nowhere. She was tired of masturbating in the shower to thoughts of things that would never happen. That was it, until she met Troy.
Troy was a soccer dad who attended every practice and game involving his daughter's team. Sandy’s daughter was his daughter’s teammate, and the two kids were quickly becoming friends. Sandy and Troy met as parent volunteers. Interacting with a soccer mom named Sandy was his new obsession. Immediately after meeting her, he was having MILF fantasies about her. A friendship was developing while they hung out on the sidelines. Troy’s friendly crush on her was becoming overwhelming. He was thinking of her far too often and was certain it was not reciprocal. That is until the game when her daughter scored.
After the usual sideline celebration, Sandy threw her arms around him and bear-hugged him. He was stunned, but the most shocking part was how quickly his cock reacted to her touch. Did she know, did she see it? It wouldn’t go down. His breathing was fast and deep. Calm down you idiot, he told himself. It was too late. Sandy looked directly at the bulge in his pants. She stared at it. He was mortified. Until her eyes rose to look directly into his. She held a finger to her pursed lips as if to say shhhhhh, it's okay. She smiled, winked, and turned her attention back to the game behind her.
That evening at home he retreated to the bathroom to masturbate. Since meeting Sandy he couldn’t keep his hands off of his hard cock. He knew it would be useless to seek any form of sexual gratification from his wife. He was done with that. He had married a classic good girl. The perfect wife. The woman who would always look good on his arm and never make a wave about anything. A true sweetheart. During engagement, they did have sex a few times but she was practically saving herself. He believed, once married, his sexual prowess would surely sweep her prudishness away. He was wrong.
She gave him sex alright, it was a wife’s duty. Every two weeks on schedule, she was willing to lie on her back for penetration with the lights off. He was allowed to use a finger to bring her to a state of lubrication. Oral sex of any type was strictly forbidden. She believed it was morally and medically wrong. Anyone willing to put their mouth where someone urinated from was sick and disgusting. The once every two-week schedule was long gone. He would rather masturbate than fuck a lifeless prude lying on her back.
That sideline hug was just over six months ago. Now, here was Sandy, in the passenger seat of his car with legs spread wide pounding a big, vibrating dildo in and out of her pussy, top of the dress pulled down and bare tits proudly displayed. She must be close to cumming, he thought.
She had been talking about her fantasies for close to an hour. She could hardly keep her hands off her pussy. He was throbbing with excitement. He had never been so turned on without at least some contact on his cock. There had been no contact at all. It had been an hour of watching her display herself to him in various ways while describing in detail all of the sexual fantasies she hoped to fulfill this weekend. She was hot, nasty, lewd, and honest about it. She was on fire and going to be insatiable.
They were approaching the small town with the big casino resort. The highway spread into two lanes in each direction. Troy couldn’t wait to get checked in and release the pressure in his groin. He started to pass a lifted 4WD truck in the right lane. He recalled the truck from when it had passed him earlier and he had noticed a lone occupant wearing a cowboy hat. He lifted slightly off the accelerator to make a slow pass.
Sure enough, the cowboy looked over and had a perfect view of Sandy in all her naked glory. Feet on the dashboard, legs spread, tits bared and hands enthusiastically fucking herself with the dildo. The cowboy sped up enough to stay beside them and Troy held it steady so he could take in the show. The cowboy's window came down, and a good-looking guy with a big grin on his face gave them a thumbs up. Troy rolled Sandy’s window down to get the slightly tinted window out of the way.
To Sandy it seemed as though this handsome cowboy was suspended right above her, almost ready to touch her. The feeling of being on display for him electrified her. Troy wasn’t the only one needing an orgasm after an hour of intense foreplay. She bucked her hips and screamed out, fucking herself hard. Troy threw the rules out the window and grabbed one of her tits. She arched her back up high. The cowboy screamed, "You go, girl!" The orgasm hit her hard. It rushed through her body like the 70 MPH the vehicles were traveling at. She screamed over the sound of the wind. She pulsed and gushed pussy juice all over the seat. All the while looking straight at the cowboy. She shrunk down into the seat gasping for air and starting to laugh at the exhilarating experience.
She blew the cowboy a kiss and waved goodbye as she rolled up her window. Troy hit the gas and watched his rear view mirror carefully to make sure they had gotten away with playing a dangerous game. The cowboy stayed in the right lane and did not attempt to pursue them, as it should be.
Troy and Sandy looked at each other and laughed in utter disbelief of the spontaneous event that just transpired. Sandy joked it might cross off several lines on the fantasy bucket list. Several of which included her flashing her private parts whenever possible. Scratch: flash a truck driver off the bucket list.
She was still pulling herself together when he wheeled the Subaru up to the valet station. He didn’t know why it turned him on so much to watch her show off but it did. Instantly a young valet was at her door for assistance. He opened her door and she placed her right foot on the pavement and turned her body back to her left to retrieve her purse off the console, spreading her legs wide. This kid wasn’t getting a simple flash shot, he was looking directly at her still swollen pussy.
When she turned back towards him she kept her legs spread and raised her hand to him for assistance. He deftly moved her up and out of the vehicle. Troy thought to himself, the kid doesn’t even need a tip after a show like that! But he slipped him a five spot anyway. The overly excited young man thanked Troy and said he would personally keep an eye on his car. Scratch: show my pussy to valet off the bucket list!
Once in their suite, Troy wasted no time. He was normally a patient and considerate lover, always making sure her needs were met. Right now, that wasn’t the case, and it was ok with both of them. He placed his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her over the back of an upholstered chair.
She was soaking wet. He went in balls deep on the first thrust. He pounded into her hard and fast. It wouldn’t last long, it didn’t need to. He was fucking the nasty bitch who had escalated his animalistic desire to heights he had never reached before. No need for long-ride heroics for her sake this time. She was mentally and physically over the top on her own plane of sexual enlightenment. It was she who had driven him to desperately seek this release. It was he who had taught her it was ok to find her own pleasure without the burden of inhibition. She was finally free to let her inner slut come out and play. The result of her indulgence in her newfound freedom was the hard cock frantically pounding her pussy.
He reached around her and roughly grabbed a tit in each hand. He was making guttural sounds she had never heard from him before. Her orgasm ran shock waves through her body. Muscles tensed and released. Her pussy clamped down on the hard penis recklessly invading her vagina. Her world was blurry, a mix of physical pleasure and psychological overload. He pulled backwards on her tits keeping her impaled on his cock. He was now streaming loads of cum inside her. The orgasm felt like he was emptying his soul into her.
At that moment she was his nasty bitch, his sexy slutty lover. In return for that she owned him forever. She was the one in total control of a man now. They were two people rescuing each other from a decade of suppression and mental abuse. When his waves of contractions subsided he dropped to his knees, then fell backwards onto his back. She lay on top of him resting her head on his chest. The sound of his pounding heart spoke to her in a language with no name, but she clearly understood it.
