The festival was finally winding down. The band was still playing somewhere behind you-- a slow, off-key love song drifting through the warm night air in the Philippines. Vendors were dousing their grills, and the smell of charcoal, grilled pork, and spilled beer hung over the little town like a blanket.

My wife and I walked, hand in hand, toward the roadside, both of us a little unsteady from the Red Horse we'd been drinking all evening. She laughed at something I'd said, the sound, soft and easy.

The heat had been relentless all night; the humidity clung to everything. My shirt was damp and stuck to my back. Her white sundress had fared no better; the thin fabric clinging lightly to her from the sweat and humidity. The wet cotton outlining the swell of her firm breasts, with her erect nipples showing through, as she had decided it was just too hot for any undergarments. The dress's hem became almost glued to her thighs, with her soft, brown ass cheeks peeking out the bottom.

A few strands of dark hair had escaped and stuck to her cheeks. Her shoulders glistened faintly with perspiration. She looked relaxed. Happy. The kind of happy that comes at the end of a good evening.

She squeezed my hand.

"I don't think I can walk another step," she said, with a laugh.

As if on cue, the buzzing engine of a waiting tricycle drifted toward us.

The driver slowed beside the curb and smiled. "Tricycle, sir? Madam? Going back to your hotel?"

I looked at my wife. She smiled and nodded. A short ride back sounded perfect. The night was still warm, our heads pleasantly light from the beer, and neither of us was quite ready for the evening to end.

The driver pulled the tricycle to the curb, and reached over to unlatch the side door. Just as we stepped toward it, another tricycle came buzzing down the road much too fast. The sudden rush of air whipped through the humid night.

My wife's laugh caught in her throat.

The lightweight sundress fluttered upward. Before she could react, the damp fabric flew up towards her waist, giving the driver, and anyone looking, a clear view of her sweet pussy and landing strip. No panties or anything to obstruct the view, of what was under her little sundress-- nothing but bare, soft, sun-kissed skin.

The driver froze.

His hand remained on the sidecar door. His eyes widened as they locked on to her briefly exposed pussy and landing strip, which might as well have been an arrow pointing down to her clit.

My wife quickly smoothed the dress back down, her cheeks flushed from the beer and surprise. Then she laughed softly, a little embarrassed, tucking a strand of damp hair behind her ear.

"Wow," she said, shaking her head. "That wind came out of nowhere."

The driver cleared his throat. "Ah... yes, madam. Very windy tonight."

It wasn't. The air was thick and heavy, barely moving at all.

I caught the way the driver had to re-adjust himself in his seat, an erection starting to form from what he had just witnessed, as well as a big smile on his face.

My wife stepped up into the sidecar, still smiling to herself, seemingly unaware of the effect that brief little gust had caused. Or, perhaps, not entirely unaware. As she prepared to enter, she glanced back at me, amusement dancing in her eyes.

The night suddenly felt a little warmer.

The driver held the sidecar door open for us both.

My wife climbed in first, settling onto the narrow seat closest to the driver. The provincial tricycle had inward-facing benches, so she ended up facing me, her back toward the road behind us. She leaned in, head first, both hands on the seat to balance herself, her dress riding up and giving the driver a full view of her firm soft brown ass and slightly glistening pussy.

She laughed softly, as she adjusted herself on the small seat.

"This feels strange," she said, looking over her shoulder for a second. "Like I'm riding backwards."

I smiled and slid onto the opposite bench. The space between us was barely more than a couple of feet.

The driver climbed back onto the motorcycle, and glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were both settled.

The humid night had seemed to follow us into the tiny cab. The air was thick and warm, carrying the fading sounds of the festival and the distant smell of charcoal and spilled beer.

My wife's cheeks were still flushed from the Red Horse. A few strands of dark hair clung to her temples, and she looked wonderfully relaxed--happy, slightly tipsy, and completely at ease after a long evening.

She smiled across the small space at me.

Then the engine sputtered to life, and the little tricycle rolled away from the curb into the warm provincial night.

The tricycle had barely gone twenty feet before the first pothole sent the little cab bouncing. My wife let out a surprised laugh and grabbed the side of the seat. One of the thin straps of her sundress slipped from her shoulder. Holding onto the bottom of her seat, my wife didn't even notice the strap had fallen low enough for her breast to pop out-- firm, yet soft, with her nipple stiff from rubbing against the fabric of her sundress.

The driver glanced over instinctively. I saw him just staring, almost drooling over my wife's exposed tit. Then he looked back at the road, re-adjusting himself again. And who could blame him, with the show he was getting from my wife.

She didn't seem to notice. Or, perhaps, she was too relaxed and tipsy to care. With the warm night air drifting through the open sidecar, she simply brushed a few damp strands of hair from her face and smiled at me.

"This ride is rough already," she said, with a laugh.

The driver murmured to himself, "Diyos ko! tingnan mo ang suso niya na naghihintay lang na sipsipin ko. (My god! Look at her tit just waiting for me to suck on it.)"

The tricycle hit another small bump.

My wife, still with both hands holding onto the bottom of her seat to keep herself from falling out, didn't notice the strap on her other shoulder had fallen down.

Then directly across from me, and right beside the driver, sat my wife. What an incredibly sexy sight-- both perky breasts out in the open night air; her dark brown areolas and erect nipples pointing right at me.

"Putang ina, nakalabas na ang dalawang suso niya ngayon, ang saya ko at nahuli ko ang pares na ito, (Fuck, both her tits are out now, I'm so glad I picked this couple up,)" the driver whispered to himself.

My wife, still buzzed, heard the driver and realized that she was basically topless at this moment.

We made eye contact and she gave me a wink, pretending to not know what was going on, giving both me and the driver quite the show.

The ride had settled into a steady rhythm, when the glow of brake lights suddenly appeared ahead. A small crowd had gathered around what looked like a minor accident in the middle of the road.

The driver muttered something under his breath. Then, without warning, he jerked the handlebars to the right. The little tricycle lurched.

My wife yelped in surprise. Still holding the bottom of her seat, she lost her balance completely and fell over sideways, landing awkwardly against the driver.

The engine sputtered on.

The driver looked stunned, one hand still gripping the handlebars, while my wife's bare breasts rubbed against his forearm as she tried to catch herself.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" she laughed, cheeks flushed from the beer and embarrassment. She pushed herself upright, inadvertently pushing on his very blatant erection to sit up. Brushing her hair from her face, she left her hand on his erection for a second longer than necessary, and pretended not to notice.

The driver cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in the road ahead. "No problem, madam," he said, quickly. "Road very bad tonight."

She laughed again, and settled back onto her seat, still smiling at the absurdity of it.

Then she looked across the tiny cab at me. There was amusement in her eyes, her breasts still out, as she hadn't bothered pulling her straps back up to her shoulders. The kind of amusement that said this strange, bumpy little ride had suddenly become a lot more memorable than either of us had expected.

The driver kept his eyes on the road just enough to navigate the dark, uneven streets, but every chance he got, his gaze flicked sideways admiring my wife's tits, before quickly returning to the road ahead. He seemed completely captivated, stealing brief glances whenever he thought he could get away with it.

My wife noticed, and the faint, amused smile never quite left her face.

The tricycle hit a deep pothole, and both of us bounced in our seats. My wife let out a surprised laugh as she came back down, grabbing the edge of the bench to steady herself. The sudden jolt had left her dress rumpled and bunched higher than before.

She looked down, briefly, seeing the hem of her dress around her waist and her pussy and landing strip completely exposed; the bare skin of her perfect ass sticking to the seat.

Then she looked up at me. A small, mischievous smile touched her lips. Instead of fixing it right away, she simply settled back into her seat, and rested her hands at her sides, pretending not to notice that she'd become a little disheveled.

The driver was just soaking up the views of my wife as much as he could, he might as well have been drooling at this point.

The driver mumbled to me, "Naku, ang swerte naman nitong kupal na 'to. Kung asawa ko siya, sasapakin ko talaga siya rito mismo, (Damn, this lucky bastard. If she was my wife, I would fuck her stupid, right here,)" not knowing my wife understood Tagalog well enough.

My wife gave me a bigger grin, getting turned on, hearing what the driver had said. She leaned her head back and slightly arched her back, giving us both a better view of her perfect perky tits.

We continued cruising along the dark provincial road.

My wife sat across from me, completely at ease and free; the driver staring her up and down every chance he got. I could tell my wife felt his eyes exploring her body, and by the growing wetness between her thighs, I could tell she was enjoying this ride very much.

As the driver made the final turn toward the inn, the tricycle bounced again. My wife lost her balance and stumbled sideways, instinctively reaching out to steady herself. As she fell into the driver, her bare chest brushed against his arm once more. Her nipples stiffened at the contact with his rough forearm. With her right hand, she grabbed at anything for support. Unsure of what she'd caught a hold of, she tightened her grip.

Then she looked down. Her eyes widened. She suddenly realized that her hand was wrapped around the driver's erection through his shorts.

The driver froze.

My wife blinked up at him and, still wearing that innocent, tipsy smile, asked softly, "Oh... is that a flashlight in your pocket? It's so hard."

The driver swallowed, and replied under his breath, "Ito ang kaguluhang ginawa mo. (This is the trouble you've caused.)" He said it as though he expected her not to understand a word.

As he continued to drive, the driver muttered, "Bakit hindi mo bawasan itong kalokohan na ibinigay mo sa akin gamit ang seksing puwet na 'yan, (Why don't you ease this boner you gave me with that sexy ass,)" thinking neither of us could understand him.

My wife caught enough of it to realize he was still talking about her. She looked across the tiny cab at me, and gave me a wink and a smile. I knew exactly what she had in mind, so I threw on my sunglasses, leaned my head back and pretended I was asleep.

When the driver looked in his rearview mirror, it looked like I was passed out.

Then she leaned back against the seat, looking perfectly innocent, as though she hadn't heard a thing. She slowly tightened her grip around his cock, and started stroking him. She could already feel his hard dick pulsing in her palm. She let her head sway gently with the motion of the tricycle, and slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his shorts, feeling his rigid arousal. Her expression never changed, remaining soft and innocent, as she continued the motion.

The driver checked the rearview mirror once more.

I still looked completely asleep.

Feeling bolder then, he slowly reached out with his right hand toward my wife, his eyes flicking between the road ahead and the mirror, making sure I hadn't moved. He decided to go for it. He palmed my wife's breast in his hand and squeezed, causing her to tighten her grip on him, moving a little faster and letting out a soft moan.

That was the tipping point.

I heard the driver let out a groan, as my wife felt him begin to twitch and spasm, climaxing all over his lap, while she continued her motion.

We pulled up to the back of the hotel, when she finally withdrew her hand, and he sat there catching his breath; the engine idling softly in the humid night.

My wife gently nudged my shoulder. "Hey," she said softly, fighting back a smile. "We're here."

I stirred and lifted my head as if I'd been asleep the entire ride.

Before stepping out, she glanced once more at the driver. Their eyes met for a brief moment.

Then she gave him a small, knowing grin before turning back to me, as though nothing unusual had happened during the ride at all. She smiled politely and thanked him for the ride in Tagalog.

The driver, still looking slightly stunned, managed a smile of his own, and joked that he'd be around in the morning if we needed another ride.

We thanked him and stepped out of the tricycle.

As we disappeared into the courtyard, he remained by his vehicle for a moment, watching us go. The warm night air settled around us.

Then, as soon as we were alone, I reached for my wife's hand and gently pulled her toward a quiet corner of the courtyard, both of us still smiling at the absurd, unforgettable adventure we'd just shared.

As soon as her back hit the wall, I pulled her close.

"You have no idea how incredibly hot you are," I whispered.

Then I dropped to my knees, unable to resist her any longer. I spread her thighs and dove between them. With her back pressed flush against the wall, she let out a moan and grabbed the back of my head, holding me between her legs as I continued to eat her dripping pussy. I ran my tongue over her, lapping eagerly, while my wife slowly closed her thighs around my head, holding me there as soft moans escaped her lips.

I slowly slid a finger deep inside her while circling her clit with my tongue. As her thighs tightened around my head, I increased the pressure just enough, and it seemed to be exactly what she needed. Her entire body tensed as pleasure washed over her. Her legs clamped around my head, and a moan escaped her lips.

"Fuck... Daddy... don't stop," she gasped, holding me tightly as her orgasm thundered through her body.

I felt her dripping little pussy twitch and spasm as did her body, while she screamed out, "I'm cumming, Daddy! Fuck! You're making me cum so goooooood, Daddy!!!!"

Her juices drenched my face, as I eagerly lapped up every last bit of it. When her orgasm finally began to subside, she slowly sank to her knees in front of me and reached for the buckle of my shorts. As she pulled down my zipper, my rock-hard cock sprang free and gently brushed against her cheek, making her look up at me with a surprised smile.

She slowly wrapped her fingers around my hard cock and took just the tip into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around it, she gently sucked away the pre-cum leaking from the head, while her hand stroked me in slow, steady motions. She continued working me with her tongue and hand, until I felt myself begin to pulse, knowing I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Not yet, baby," I whispered.

I stood her up and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it aside. For a moment, I simply took her in--her firm, perky breasts, her soft curves, and the round shape of her ass glowing in the warm night air.

She turned around and bent over, placing her hands against the wall. My shorts dropped to my ankles.

She glanced back over her shoulder, her voice low and breathless. "Fuck me, Daddy. I'm yours."

I grabbed her hips and plunged deeply into her, both of us still buzzing from the ride, the courtyard, and everything that had led us here.

She let out a long, satisfied moan. "Ohhhh... fuck... Daddy."

I pulled back until only the tip remained, then drove deeply into her again.

She clutched the wall, her entire body tensing as a cry escaped her lips. "Yesss, Daddy! Oh, fuck... fuck me hard, Daddy!"

I kept thrusting into my wife, and I felt her begin to tighten around me. At the same time, she felt my cock start to pulse and twitch inside her, both of us realizing we were getting close.

She moaned loudly, her voice breaking between breaths. "Fuck me, Daddy... ohhhh! Fuck me, Daddy!"

Her orgasm ripped through her body, overtaking all her inhibitions, and she moaned loudly and breathlessly throughout the empty courtyard.

Hearing those sounds of pleasure set me off. I drove deeper into her and released inside her, causing her to cry out even louder.

"FUCK! I'm cumming, Daddy! Oh God, I'm cumming, Daddy!" she moaned, as wave after wave washed over her and we held each other in the heat of the moment.

I felt a warm flood run down my thighs, as she began squirting from her orgasm, and we both lost ourselves in our shared release, fueled by the excitement and adrenaline that had been building since our unforgettable tricycle ride.

As we rode out our orgasms together, she collapsed against the wall, and I leaned against her back, both of us breathing hard, a mixture of cum and her juices running down the insides of our thighs, still buzzing from everything that had happened. Catching our breath, we both noticed that the hotel's maintenance crew, standing on the other side of the pool in the courtyard, had apparently been witnessing far more than we'd realized.

We looked at each other and smiled.

I leaned close and whispered, "Let's pretend we don't see them."

She grinned back at me. Then she told me to step out of my shorts, and I complied.

She picked them up along with her dress, wrapped her arm around mine, and together, we walked across the courtyard--me bottomless, and my wife completely nude, except for her pair of sandals--toward our room, as though nothing unusual had happened at all.

THE END