SPARKS
Charging Station
Could I compete with these next-generation lot lizards?
Something had gotten into my husband.
Josh was flushed. His face, sweaty. Hands like petulant children shut out of a cookie jar.
It wasn’t every day my fortysomething spouse walked through the door this way after a long day at work, practically tossing his laptop onto the kitchen table and accosting me mid-email for a grope. In fact, it had been awhile since he’d shown this much sexual interest in me — at least, with this amount of urgency.
It had been a minute since Josh had given it to me good.
I felt the old pangs to put him out of his rock-hard misery.
Josh cut to the chase. My tall husband spun me around from my leaning spot at the countertop, turned my chin up toward his, and thrust his tongue into my mouth.
“Whoa!” I tapped the brakes in confusion and looked at him bemusedly.
“The kids are all out. Nobody’s going to see!” he protested. He seemed to be panting a little.
What the hell is up with this sudden heat? I wondered. Josh’s got to be having an affair, I let my ancient misgivings slide their icy hands along the wheel. Wasn’t increased libido a sign of that?
Still, I needed it — badly. And after he threw me over his shoulder and bounded us both up the stairs, I got it.
“Just because I cheated 20 years ago — before we were even married — doesn’t mean I’ll ever do it again,” Josh insisted, when pressed into a postcoital confessional.
“I was 22. And anyway, I learned the first time, okay?” He laid his head back next to mine again on the pillow.
He’d better have learned. I’d been 19 and heartbroken. It had sucked horribly to let him go, all those years ago. And to let him back into my life had been risky — if not delusional.
Suddenly, I had to know.
“If it’s not an affair that made you so horny today, what WAS it? What’s going on?”
He’d seen something wild.
“I was charging my car in a parking lot on the south end of town, near work. Taking calls and stuff. Another car pulled up about four spaces down from me — same make and color and everything. A man was in the driver’s seat. He looked like a tech guy stereotype. And there was an attractive, thirtysomething, adult female passenger next to him.”
Hmmm.
“She climbed on top of him in the driver’s seat and basically straddled him. Started going to town, kissing his neck aggressively. I was pretty surprised. My heart started beating and I felt guilty for seeing them. The guy gestured to the woman that they had an audience.”
“Hahaha, I don’t blame him. What kind of kinky shit happens at electric charging stations these days?! Is this a thing now — trading range anxiety for getting it on in public?” Said I.
“The thing is, she didn’t care. She kept kissing him and letting her hands disappear near his waist. I was really turned on, watching them. But I dunno how far they took it. Decided I’d better go before I got off in my jeans.”
The unwitting voyeurism lit a match on a new fantasy. Josh and I had known each other for 21 years that fall but had been on low battery lately in the white-hot sex department. We’d had a few car escapades over the years, too — albeit more discreetly. But nothing like this.
“Come to think of it, maybe the passenger was a prostitute. I’ve heard of that happening at the stations now. Like a classier version of lot lizards at truck stops. I know it’s complicated but I like to think of those women as entrepreneurs.”
Now Josh seemed ready to supercharge our sex life.
“It’s called ‘dogging’ or something like that. Semi-public sex in cars.”
I had to admit — the thought of being watched by another person had always appealed to me. But I was no hooker. And, like, were we supposed to “hook up” while the car was hooked up in a grocery store parking lot?
What if the cops came?
The charging station near Josh’s work was relatively quiet. My lower belly started to feel warm as I considered the idea. And suddenly I needed Josh to blow a huge load in my slick pussy again.
“I’ll be your lot lizard,” I offered, while climbing astride of him with my moistening panties still on. I started to suck on his Adam’s apple and he moaned a little bit.
It felt good. I arched my back and started to grind my box on his stiffening groin. It was getting hotter and hotter between my legs. He put his hands on my ass cheeks and breathed more heavily.
I thought of Josh, sitting in the driver’s seat of our EV and plugging his thick cock into me while my knees pressed into the leather seats around his lap. Wow. It sent sparks to the tip of my clit.
He kissed me deeply and caressed my tongue with his. I could feel his hardness press against me as he ran his fingers along the soft flesh of my inner thighs. Yes, I chose to trust my handsome, hardworking husband — and I especially trusted him to bring me pleasure.
My charge port was ready.
Sliding my thong aside and gliding down his shaft gave me a fresh satisfaction, and slowly I pumped the cum out of his aching balls.
Maybe we’ll go for a quick topoff charge on Saturday night when we go on our date.
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