Julie’s Erotic Car Ride

A public foray was the best way to go deeper in the mind of this sexy MILF

Julie and I settled in the back of her car while her husband, Doug, chauffeured us. Poor guy; he was doing quite well immersed in his cuckold role, while his wife craved my attention and sexual power.

She wanted to be fucked hard and dominated, not just physically but also emotionally. Her husband played the lifeline back to her reality, a tether so she wouldn’t be completely swept away by me. Her dilemma had arisen because alone, he couldn’t satisfy her. She let him know it, then told him that his cuckold state would be permanent.

Sexual passion burned deep within Julie and she flaunted it, stoking her own heat by flirting with men whenever she could. Business trips or a quick jaunt to the grocery store, it didn’t matter. She told me how she wore tight denim shorts over her wide, shapely ass — and covered her ample 38D tits in a tank top.

A man eyeing her five-foot, six-inch, 145 pound body gave her a secret thrill. Knowing this, I decided to give her and her helpless hubby a public thrill to remember.

There was a jazz club near their house, one that lay in the landing path of the airport where there were also plenty of hotels, motels and other bars. It was the perfect place for Julie to wear a blouse that enhanced the outline of her tits and a short skirt that barely covered her ass.

I did not allow her to wear a bra or panties underneath. She’d hesitated when I mentioned it to her, but I spanked her for her concerns and told her that the club would be mostly dark. What I didn’t tell her is that I wanted Doug to stop for gas, which he obediently did.

He pulled beneath the incredible glare of the mini-mart’s lights. I gave Julie a twenty dollar bill and told her to ask for thirteen dollars in gas including two dollars worth of quarters. That way, she’d have to wait for change and feel the extra tingle.

This place was always crowded. Julie took the money, inhaled like she was going to jump into a cold pool and clambered from the back seat of the car. Her skirt came up her thighs, revealing her ass and pussy. Others’ eyes were already on her as she smoothed her skirt and strode in high heels towards the entrance to the store. Others followed in behind her; men and women who drove the variety of cars and trucks lined up at the pumps.

She paid, walked back out and I asked her to pump the gas, which she did. Men lingered around the pump, craning their necks. As Julie moved, her skirt rose easily, and her ass cheeks came into view.

My cock was throbbing by the time she got back in the car and snuggled next to me.

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Like your little slut.”

“Good.”

Doug started the car and pulled onto the street.

I touched her head and she knew what that meant. We had a bond. She leaned down, undid my zipper and reached through my underwear to take my cock in her mouth.

Sucking me expertly, her lips wrapped around my shaft. I reached over her butt wqith my hand and fingered her ass, slipping my fingers in, then pulling them out in a slow, viscous rhythm. Her moans filled the car.

“To the jazz club?” asked Doug, his voice sounding weak and apologetic.

“No. To a motel. You’ll pay for a room and then come in and watch me eat her and fuck her.”

Doug found a place that had hourly rates. Nice and sleazy. Just what I wanted permeating her mind. Doug pulled out a few bills, got the key, and opened the door while Julie and I made out in the back seat like horny teenagers.

We walked inside the room and I laid her out on the bed, licking from her mouth downwards over her blouse, undoing the buttons, then pushinging my face beneath her skirt. I pushed forward, licking her pussy and twirling my tongue around her clit. Doug sat in a chair, watching and saying nothing.

When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I stripped Julie, then took off my own clothes. I laid on my back while she straddled my cock, humping up and down, her harsh breathing coming out hard and fast.

I smiled. “You liked walking around like that in public, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” she grinned. “I loved it.”

“You’re such a fucking slut.”

Julie leaned in, kissed me and I whispered, “And I love it, Babe. I really love it.”

My fucking intensified and she took it hard, groaning until her body shuddered when she found her incredible release. Her orgasm bored deep and prolonged, while mine burst through like a fountain, out of me and into her pussy.

When she lay in my arms with her head on my chest I whispered, “Wait until I have you shop in the mall like that.”

“Oh, my God.” She smiled and kissed me.