Day 12 – Visiting the in-laws. Sometimes traveling for the holidays is a pain, sometimes it’s a lot of fun.
I slipped the vibrator into my panties before pulling on my jeans. I tapped the button on the remote a couple times, sending pulses of pleasure through my body. Perfect, I thought as I pulled a bright red hoodie featuring Rudolph over my bare chest. The upside of small breasts is, I can get away without wearing a bra.
I walked downstairs to Chris and handed him the remote. “If I have to go on a four-hour car ride to visit your parents for Christmas, I at least want to have a good time on the drive up.”
Chris smiled as I gave him control over me. I turned to walk back upstairs to grab my purse. I was halfway up when the vibrator buzzed to life. Oh, God, yes! I dropped to my knees as the pleasure coursed through my body. It was gonna be a good day. By the time we made it to the car, my pussy was already dripping wet.
As we drove down the interstate, my husband made a game out of the mile marker signs. Every tenth mile, he would hold the button down until he reached the next mile marker. Each time he let go, I begged for more. I had my seat laid back with my sweatshirt pulled up. I played with my nipples as my husband continued his game.
About an hour in, luck was on my side and we hit a traffic snag in the mile that my husband was teasing me. He held the button down as I writhed with pleasure in the passenger seat. I was ready to cum, and his teasing me had been edging me the entire time.
“Oh, yes, fuck! Don’t stop! I’m close!” I cried out as I felt the first orgasm building inside me.
“You’ve got an audience.” My husband said, nodding his head at the semi-truck the next lane over. I looked up and saw the driver grinning down at me, enjoying the way my body writhed. The thought of being watched pushed me over the edge. I bucked, hating my seatbelt at the moment as it kept me pinned against the seat. I pulled on my nipples as the orgasm tore through me.
Still, we didn’t move, and my husband kept the button held down. The trucker was enjoying the free show, so I pulled my sweatshirt off and tossed it in the back seat. The sun glistened off my navel piercing as I felt the second orgasm building. I reached over and unzipped my husband’s pants, pulling his cock free from his boxers. He let out his own moan of pleasure as I began to stroke his cock.
I’m not sure if the trucker could see my husband, but it was apparent he could see my arm and figured out what I was doing as he gave me a double thumbs-up. I unbuckled my seatbelt, we were at a standstill anyway, and the car was in park. My husband reached over and unbuttoned my jeans and helped me slide them down to my ankles. The front of my panties was soaked. When the second orgasm hit, my body arched up, the sensation was too intense for me to handle.
“Turn it off.” I whimpered as my body continued to shake. In response, my husband reached over and pushed me back into my seat. His hand was between my legs, holding the vibrator even tighter against my swollen, throbbing pussy.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no! I cried as the second orgasm rolled into a third. The more I begged and pleaded, the harder he pressed his hand against me. I squeezed my legs together, but it was no good, the vibrations were too intense. I knew my husband wouldn’t stop before I said our safe word, and I wasn’t there, …yet.
I managed to sit up and lean over to his side of the car. Still, he kept the button pushed. I began to run my tongue up and down his shaft, tasting his precum before taking it into my mouth. As I hoped, my Chris’ hand moved from between my legs to the back of my head. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and began to push my head up and down, shoving his hard cock deep down my throat.
I felt my husband’s cock stiffen between my lips. I moved my head faster, wanting his hot load in my mouth. He managed to hold out until my fourth orgasm hit. As my body began to buck again, he blew his load in my mouth. Each pulse of his cock sent another load of hot cum into my mouth and down my throat. I sucked greedily, wanting it all as I continued to spasm from my own orgasm.
“Mistletoe.” I moaned as I pulled my mouth off his cock. He let go of the button, giving my sore pussy relief. Our Christmas themed safeword was so festive. I leaned back in my own seat, licking a little bit of his cum off my lips as I glanced up at the trucker. He was still transfixed by my little show. I pulled my panties to the side, giving him a great view of my shaved pussy as I slowly pulled the remote control vibrator out. I locked eyes with the trucker as I slid a finger up through my dripping slit then slipped it into my mouth, slowly sucking it clean.
After a few more minutes, the traffic snarl cleared up and we were on the road again. We got off at the next exit, I needed a fresh pair of panties and a drink after that little episode. As we walked out of the gas station, I saw the trucker leaning against our car. He reached out and handed me a fifty-dollar bill.
“It seemed wrong to enjoy such a fantastic performance without paying admission.” He turned to my husband, “Sir, you’re a fortunate man.” On a whim, I handed him the small plastic bag I had in my hand
“Merry Christmas!” I said as I opened the passenger door and climbed in. As we drove off, I watched him open the bag and laugh as he saw my soaked panties in the sack. He tucked the bag into his pocket and walked inside.
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