On a recent long drive, we encountered heavy rain that made driving a bit stressful. My lovely wife, Iris, could sense my anxiety and thoughtfully asked if I needed anything. Grinning, I reached over, letting my right hand wander up her thigh. “A blowjob would be awesome.”

“Keep your hands on the wheel, babe,” she scolded. “This weather is not conducive to road head; it’s too dangerous.”

“But the traffic is sort of stop-and-go right now.”

“Rob,” she chided in her teacher's voice.

I pouted, although I knew she was right. I contemplated pulling over to a rest area where it would be safe to allow her to indulge in the cock worshipping I knew would alleviate my distress when I noticed a man with an umbrella hitchhiking by the side of the road just ahead.

Iris noticed him, too. “Oh, honey, that poor young man needs a ride. Pull over.”

“Talk about things that aren’t safe…”

“Oh, stop that; if it were you on the side of the road, wouldn’t you want someone to be kind and give you a ride in this nasty weather?”

I heaved a heavy sigh. There’s no arguing with Iris. I slowed down and pulled onto the shoulder of the highway.

“Fine, but if he turns out to be an axe murderer, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I don’t see an axe in his hand, just an umbrella. If it makes you feel better, I’ll get in the back seat and he can sit up front where you can keep an eye on him.”

Oddly, that did make me feel better. So, I stopped the car while Iris climbed into the back, and I rolled down the window. “Hey, buddy, need a lift?”

“Yes, thanks so much! My car broke down and I need to get to work,” the man said pleasantly. “I sure appreciate you stopping.”

I watched as the man did his best to shake the water off his umbrella as he got into the front passenger side of my car. He wore trousers, a dress shirt, and a tie. Not that his attire didn’t mean he wasn’t a serial killer, but he didn’t look like your average hitchhiker.

“They towed my car,” the man continued, “but they would only offer me a ride to the towing garage. I can arrange to take care of the car later, but I really need to get to work sooner than later. I was already nervous about the presentation that I am giving today, and this car trouble didn’t make it any better. I would have called for an Uber, but I left my wallet in my car. It’s been one thing after another today. Sorry, I’m rambling. My name is Matt, by the way.”

“I’m Rob, and this is my wife, Iris,” I said, motioning to the back seat. “You can thank her for the ride. She’s the one who insisted I stop. I can get you to work, but I can’t promise you’ll be on time.”

“I can’t thank you enough, Iris. I was afraid no one would stop, and I’d lose my opportunity to show my bosses that they were smart to have faith in my work.”

“It was the decent thing to do. I’m sure someone would have stopped to help eventually.”

“I doubt it, especially after the rain picked up. I wish I could repay your kindness,” Matt said.

Iris just smiled and settled into the back seat.

We drove for a bit. Matt gave me the address for his office and prattled on about his presentation, while I nodded politely.

I caught a glimpse of Iris in the rearview mirror and noticed that my pretty redhead was unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the lack of a bra. Was she teasing me?

“I have an idea,” she said in a seductive voice.

When Matt turned to look at her, I could sense his breathing change. I looked in the rearview mirror and was unsurprised to see my wife wiggling her eyebrows. I glanced back at Matt and noticed his growing bulge. Jesus, could they be more blatant about their sexual attraction to each other?

Not that I minded. Iris and I have an open marriage. But what transpired next was unexpected.

“You sound anxious, Matt. Climb in the back seat with me and let me help with that nervousness for you while Rob drives. I can calm your nerves with a blowjob, and he can watch in the rearview mirror to make sure I’m taking good care of you,” she purred.

Matt was flabbergasted. “How, um, how is that, um… How is that repaying you?” he stammered.

“I love to suck cock and my husband likes to watch. You don’t mind, do you, Matt? You did say you wanted to show your appreciation for the ride.”

I chuckled inwardly. As I said, there’s no arguing with Iris.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied as he looked at me for some sign of approval.

I winked and gestured to the back seat with my head. “You don’t get an offer like this every day, son. You don’t want to regret that you missed out.”

Matt grinned like a Cheshire cat and said, “Yes, sir.”

Iris moved over to make room for our handsome hitchhiker as he climbed over the seat and joined her. Casually, she let her hands roam up his leg to his crotch. I felt my own burgeoning bulge and wondered what I had done to deserve such a naughty wife. God, I was lucky! I did my best to keep my eyes on the road, but allowed myself an occasional peek at Iris making this guy’s day.

“Mmm, let me tease it with my tongue first,” she said, as she released his decently-sized dick from the confines of his trousers. I didn’t have to see to know by his moans that her talented tongue was swirling around the head of his cock. I felt a twitch in my pants as they grew tighter.

“Oh, fuuuckkk,” I heard Matt say in a hushed whisper. I grinned, knowing she was skimming her teeth along the sensitive tip. I envied the guy, knowing she was sending chills up his spine, but I knew my turn would come later.

She looked up at him with seductive eyes and a throaty purr. “Mmm, I think I need to get my hands on those balls as I slide you into my mouth little by little.”

The rain got heavier, so I needed to keep my eyes on the road, but I imagined her slipping her hand into his pants to manhandle his sac. Fuck it! I had to take a quick look! I saw his fingers entwined in her thick red locks as he guided his stiff shaft into her mouth. When Matt made eye contact in the mirror, I nodded approval. He smiled sheepishly back at me and then leaned against the headrest as his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Oh, fuck! Your nose is touching my belly!”

I heard no sound for a moment, then a deep gasp for air. This happened several more times, and I felt my balls ache. I knew those sounds; the lack of noise and gulping breaths she made could only mean that he was holding her head down and cutting off her oxygen with his cock in her throat.

“This is so fuckin’ hot!” he bellowed. He looked directly at me via the mirror and said, “Your wife has skills beyond anything I’ve experienced.”

Swelling with pride (and lust), I gave another nod of approval as I heard the obscene squelching sounds of his dick thrusting into the back of her throat. I felt the need to stroke my cock, but as I tried to maneuver my zipper down, I swerved a little, the car skidding a bit in the slick rain.

“Hands on the wheel, babe!” Iris said crossly, making brief eye contact with me in the mirror.

“Sorry.” She couldn’t have seen what I was doing, but my wife knew me so well. She quickly returned her attention to our passenger.

“I love your red hair,” Matt commented as his breathing became more ragged. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his reflection as his body moved in thrusting motions, and his hands remained buried in Iris’s tresses. Her head bobbed up and down, and his moans got louder.

My dick was so hard, it felt like it might break. Once again, I attempted to let it spring free and was successful this time! But I hit a pothole that shook the car, prompting Iris to pop her head up again and scold me. “Keep your hands on the wheel, babe! I’ll take care of your cock once we are safe and sound at home.”

I relented, but felt the ooze of precum when I heard Matt’s voice cry out, “My balls are tightening! I’m so close! Where should I cum?”

“Shoot your load down her throat!”

Matt growled and groaned as he fed my wife his seed. And like the amazing woman she is, I imagine she swallowed every drop.

“Oh, my fuckin’ God! That was incredible!” Matt exclaimed as his spent prick began to soften.

Iris grinned.

“I’ll bet you’re no longer nervous about your work presentation!” I joked.

“Not at all; this was just what I needed.”

“Speaking of work. You should put yourself back together, Matt. We are almost to your office,” I told him as I reluctantly tucked my erection out of view. “Don’t forget your backpack and umbrella.”

“This started out to be a horrible day, but it will go down as one of the best experiences of my life.”

I pulled up in front of his office building and watched Iris kiss Matt goodbye. His eyes bugged out as she shared his semen with him. I guess that naughty little redhead hadn’t swallowed every drop. I laughed as a very flustered Matt scrambled out of our car.

“You’re so wicked, my love.”

“I’m going to play with my very need pussy on the way home. You can enjoy my little show in the rearview mirror. But babe? Keep your hands on that wheel!”

There’s no arguing with Iris; I did precisely as she demanded, and I was rewarded once we pulled into our garage. Complete with the same kind of salacious kiss that she gave Matt. God, I’m lucky!