by PT Winters
Her reached up and squeezed her left breast, and then the right. He pulled her on top of him, and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh Greg, that's lovely.” She told him, enjoying the way his tongue ran across her nipple as he bit ever so slightly.
She reached down between them and with a little help, was able to get her panties off. His cock, still out from her earlier attentions, throbbed as she took hold of it. She stroked him and he lifted her dress up. It was a long, wide dress, and with her on top of him as they were, covered their lower halves quite nicely. Andrea felt confident that her modesty would protected, which embolden her to slide down onto his cock.
She moaned as his dick impaled her. Her body had been wanting this from the moment Mr Baxter had first spanked Donna. She began to bounce up and down, not waiting for Greg to thrust.
“Oh Andrea!” He cried out, the feeling of his wife’s tight pussy around his cock was too good to remain silent.
“I love you.” Andrea told him, as she continued to lift and sink her body onto his.
“Hold my hand.” He told her. She reached down and interlocked fingers with him, with both hands. He stared up into her beautiful eyes, as he held both her hands. His gaze slipped down to her chest, and he watched her tits begin to bounce more and more as he began thrusting, matching her movements, so their bodies hit each other with raw passion.
She closed her eyes, taking a moment to truly enjoy the moment. She was holding hands with the man she had married, as he made love to her. She blocked out the fact that they were in the back seat of a car and focused on the making love part.
Greg, thrust up hard, forcing her higher. Her head pushed against the roof, but since it was fabric and not hard plastic or steel it had a lot of give to it. He thrust again, and again her head pushed against the roof. When he did it a third time, she heard a click and whir, and opened her eyes. The pressure of her head against the roof had somehow triggered the convertible roof to open!
It must be a fail safe, she thought. The roof opens when forced rather than damaging the top. As the roof continued to open, she tried to cover her bare breasts. Greg however, was still holding her hands and refusing to let go. In fact, he was thrusting harder than ever, and grunting louder too.
“Greg. Greg!” She cried out, still bouncing from the fucking her was giving her. “Greg the roof is opening.”
“So?” He laughed.
“People will see us! Let go, let go of my hands.” She pleaded, curling her shoulders as much as she could in a desperate attempt to create some privacy.
“Let them see. Let them see my wife's beautiful tits.” He told her,
She spun her head left and right, the roof was three quarters retracted now, and she was on full display for all but anyone directly behind them.
“GREG!” She cried again. The windows of the other cars were beginning to roll down, the other lovers had definitely noticed them.
“Andrea, I want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now. Don't worry about anything else.”
“But…” She didn't know what to say.
“I love you.” He told her.
“I, I love you too.” She told him, still rocking back and forth as his hips lifted her up and down.
“Show me. Show me you love me.”
“But the people…” She started.
“Show the people too, show them how much you love me.”
Andrea's mind raced. She was trapped and Greg’s hard cock was still pumping in and out of her. It still felt amazing even if her mind was searching for how to make this embarrassment end. As she heard car doors opening, as her audience drew nearer, she realized there was only one way to end this. She had to make Greg finish.
“Okay.” She told him, repeating it a second time for herself “Okay.”
“Okay?” Greg asked, surprised.
“Fuck me.” Before he could say anything else she began bucking her hips, riding him for everything she was worth.
“Oh Christ!” He cried out at the unexpected pleasure.
“That's it, that's it. Fuck me, fuck me harder.”
Greg couldn't believe his wife was talking like this, never mind doing what she was doing.
Andrea began bouncing up and down roughly, slamming her pussy down on his cock again and again. “My tits, squeeze my fucking tits!”
Greg let go of her hands and immediately fondled her breasts.
“O man!”
“Holy shit!”
“Is this real?”
Andrea ignored the random voices of people now gathering around their car, determined to get her husband off, so she could get off of him and head home.
“Oh Andrea.”
This was taking to long for Andrea’s liking. If they were at home, she would have tried to make it last as long as possible, but out here, with strangers watching her, she needed it over with post haste. She wasn't sure how to do “dirty talk”, but she guessed that it would help push Greg to completion.
“Oh Greg. I want you… I want you to spurt. Spurt into me!” She whispered.
“Wha? What did you'd say?” Greg pretended he couldn't hear her.
“Spurt…” Andrea spoke louder, but Greg seemed to be trying to fuck her even harder and she was having trouble getting through a sentence. “Spurt inside me.”
“What?!” Greg yelled. She tried to lean in to talk into his ear, but his hands still roughly groping at her breasts prevented her from getting very close.
“SPURT, SPURT INTO MY PUSSY!” She screamed, shocking even the crowd that was gathered to watch. From their point of view, a topless woman was shameless fucking some guy, and was now screaming for him to cum inside her. It was far beyond anything that had ever happened at make out point before.
“Tell them, tell them how much, uggh, you like fucking me.” He ordered her.
Andrea turned her head, several couple, in various states of undressed were in a semi circle around their car. They stood about ten feet back, as if some imaginary barrier was keeping them from getting any closer.
Greg released the hold he had on her chest and grabbed her by the hips, guiding her up and down his cock, still hidden under her dress. With her naked breasts now bouncing wildly, Andrea spoke to the couples, loudly to ensure they could hear her.
“I love fucking my husband. I love his cock filling me up, oh god, oh god!” Andrea had been so focused on getting Greg off whiling fighting away her embarrassment, her own orgasm caught her off guard, and she began screaming. “I love cumming on this cock!”
Greg was in utter disbelief, his wife screaming in pleasure, openly being fucked, it was a dream come true, and as with most dreams, it couldn't last. He grunted loudly, and spurted his load into her pussy. “Oh Andrea!”
She curled in against him, finally able to hide her nudity from the prying eyes. Greg kissed her forehead, gave her a hug, and scooted out from under her. He climbed over the seat, into the front (a much easier task than getting into the back had been, with the roof down).
Greg started the car, and invited Andrea in to the front. “Honey, why don't you sit up here with me?”
“Greg, I...I can't get my top back on.” She admitted from her curled up position in the back.
“I don't mind.” He patted the seat beside him.
“But, what about… The people?” The couples were still watching, silently.
“What about them? Come up front so I can see your pretty face.” He insisted.
Andrea pulled her top up to cover her chest, but it was loose and she wasn't able to hold it and climb over the car seat at the same time. Her top fell back down around her waist, giving the others another view of her bare breasts.
When she was in position beside him, he made no attempt to help her cover up, instead putting his arm around her shoulders.
“Greg, can…” She saw one of the guys watching her high five another. The girls they were weren’t saying anything, just watching with dishev
eled hair and hastily button up tops from their own romantic encounters being interrupted. She crossed her arms and held her breasts in her hands, covering what she could, “Could you give me a hand with my dress?”
“In a second.” He assured her as he pulled out of the parking lot, the top (of both the car and her dress) still down.
“Well I hope it was worth it, because that's it till next week.” the anger and annoyance clear in her voice.
Greg waved goodbye to the people in the parking lot, already making their way back to their cars, before turning back to Andrea.
He knew he shouldn't push things, but he couldn't help himself, “Well, actually, given what you did ended up as foreplay, technically you haven't actually done your wifely duties yet…”
Billy get some Relief
Billy grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower, still shocked at the sheer amount of dirt he had gotten on himself. He had spent the day helping Mr. Baxter start to dig out his backyard to put in a bomb shelter. Billy thought it was ridiculous, no way would the president allow a stupid commie missile to hit American soil, but a job was a job. He
needed the money. Billy hadn’t actually worked the earth mover, but even still, he had somehow gotten incredibly filthy.
Half dry, he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed into his bedroom, where he did the same thing he had done every time he was home for the last week. He looked out his bedroom window towards the Baxter’s house. The Baxters lived directly behind his parents house and his room looked out over his backyard and into theirs. The weekend before he had caught sight of Mr. and Mrs. Baxter doing it! They had gone all the way, right out in the open air of their backyard. Billy hadn’t gotten a close look at the time, but he knew Mrs. Baxter had been completely naked, she had even been facing him as her and her husband had had sex.
Shortly after seeing that, Billy had snuck his dad’s binoculars out of the closet and put them beside his window. Sadly, there had been nothing to see since that night. He had just about given up on ever getting a look Mrs. Baxter in the buff again, but at the same time he knew part of him would never give up. He’d had a crush on her since he was a kid, ever since he’d met her after climbing over her fence to retrieve an errant ball. He was all grown up now though, at least physically. He had acted like a shy high school kid, barely able to talk to her that afternoon. Several times he had had to hide an erection, when she had been out on the deck observing.
Tonight however, his luck changed. Mr and Mrs Baxter where on their deck and four other people seemed to be in the yard. He picked up the binoculars and took a closer look. The gorgeous Mrs. Smith was there, with her husband and another couple. The other woman was almost as pretty as Jane Smith was, and looked like it might be her sister. What really caught Billy’s attention however, was Mrs. Baxter. She was bend over Mr. Baxter’s lap, her panties pulled down and he was spanking her! The magnified lenses gave him a clear view of her rosy red butt cheeks. Billy didn’t know what to make of it.
Before he could even start to make sense of what he was watching, the scene changed. Mrs. Baxter had gotten up of her husband’s lap, and not being used to using the binoculars, Billy hadn’t been able to follow the movement. He pulled them away from his face for a moment, and could Mr. Baxter was doing something, though what he couldn’t make out. When he resumed using the binoculars, Billy couldn’t believe what he saw. Mr. Baxter was pulling his dick out of his pants! Even crazier, Mrs. Baxter dropped to her knees and put it in her mouth! Billy dropped his towel, his penis hard as rock and sticking straight out. He knew he shouldn’t, his parents had made it clear it was evil, but he started to touch himself. His hand stroking his dick felt so good as he watched Mrs. Baxter swallow her husband’s cock over and over.
“Billy?!” Mrs. Williams called out. “Billy, the phone is for you!”
Billy cursed, and threw the binoculars to the bed and grabbed a pair of pants and shirt. He closed the curtains to his room and headed down the stairs where his mother was waiting, holding the phone out for him.
“It’s Mr. Orion. Why is that man calling you?” His mother asked, clearly unimpressed.
“I dunno.” Billy shrugged his shoulders. He liked Mr Orion. He was an adult, but didn’t act like the other adults. His dad said it was because of drugs and called him a hippie whenever he rode his bike past their house. Even better than Mr. Orion though, was Mrs. Orion. She was pretty, very pretty. She wore long hemp skirts that tended to have a cut up one side so she showed a lot of leg, and she never seemed to wear a bra, so her large breasts would jiggle in her top. Best of all, she has luscious, full lips. Billy hadn’t ever noticed a woman’s lips before, but there was something about hers that he liked. A lot.
Billy took the phone, “Hello?”
“Billy! It’s Raine Orion. How you doing man? Did I see you over helping the Baxter’s today?” the friendly neighbour asked.
“Yes, Mr. Baxter hired me to help him out a bit.” Billy explained, while his mother watched on.
“Oh. Are you helping him tomorrow? Any chance you’re interested in helping me put up a fence tomorrow? I can pay you a dollar an hour.” Raine said.
“Yeah, I can do that. What time do you want to start?” Billy asked.
“Whenever man, get here when you get here. See you tomorrow.” Raine said, and hung up the phone.
Billy put the phone down at his end, and looked at his mother.
“Well, what did that hippie want from you?” she asked.
“He hired me to help him put up a fence. I assume it’s okay, he is going to pay me to do it.”
Mrs. Williams did not like the idea of her son hanging out with the Orions. They were a bad influence, and at 21, Billy was still very susceptible to outside influence. She couldn’t find a reason for Billy to not take the job though, especially since his father had been very clear that since Billy wasn’t in school anymore, he should have a job. “As long as he’s paying you in real money.”
“Of course he is,” Billy told his mom. “what else would he pay me with?”
“Just stay away from any drugs he offers you!” She told him and walked away.
Billy headed back up to his room and peeked out the curtains. Sadly, the Baxters and other people were already gone. Disappointed, he headed back downstairs and watched TV for the rest of the evening.
The next day Billy headed off to the Orion's house bright and early. He knocked on their door and Raine welcomed him inside.
“Billy, look at you, quite the go-getter! Hang on a second and I'll get the stuff we need.” Raine disappeared into another room. Billy waited just inside the front door. A few minutes later Mrs. O'Brien appeared from the kitchen. She was wearing a typical long skirt and a tube top, Billy tried not to stare but he was mesmerised by her large nipples, which poked through the material of the top. She had extremely large breasts and clearly wasn't wearing a bra.
“Good morning Billy,” she said to him.
“Good morning Mrs. Orion,” he said back.
“Please, call me Skyy,” she told him. “Anything to drink?”
“No ma'am, I mean, no thank you Sky” he stammered nervously.
She walked to the couch and sat down, her skirt falling open enough to expose the full length of her left leg. Again Billy tried not to stare but failed. She was a stunningly beautiful woman and his hormones were raging.
“Hey man, I think have all the tools we need but need to go grab the wood. Can you give me a hand with this?” Raine said as he reappeared carrying a toolbox and a box of nails.
“Sure thing.” Billy said, still staring at Sky, and clearly not paying attention to Raine at all.
“Billy? Billy?” Raine repeated himself.
“Wha? I mean, sorry.” he apologised and quickly took the things from Raine. Raine just chuckled, he knew how attractive other men found his wife, and it was amusing to see one so young not hide it they way most other did.
“How about you go get set up out fr
ont, and I’ll go grab the lumber from the side of the house” Raine told Billy, who nodded and headed out.
“Honey you know exactly what you're doing to him right?” Raine asked.
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” she denied, but the tone of her voice making it clear that she did.
Raine left and headed outside to work.
Over the course of the day Billy helped Raine put up a white picket fence. They chatted and laughed, Sky appeared at one point to offer them lemonade. It would have been refreshing had Billy gotten any, but he spilt his glass when Sky bent over to give a cup to Raine, accidentally giving him a view straight down her top.
Later she reappeared with popsicles. They were homemade, simply frozen juice on a stick, but were a nice break from the heat. Raine had to hide his laughter as he watched Billy stare as Sky enjoyed a popsicle herself. He could see that Billy was as taken with her lips as he was, as she sucked on the frozen treat.
