What Caroline Wants

by Amanda Abbott

  It’d gone better than expected. They were an interesting couple with more going on than just healthy sexual appetites. Jace glanced over at his wife now, settled next to him, sitting slightly forward so she could peer into the Slaters’ car window. It was dark, but they were close enough to see fine. Her mouth was slightly ajar. Caroline was rapt.

  Emma had driven, and once the SUVs were both parked, they’d watched her shimmy onto Pete’s lap in the passenger seat.

  So far they’d only kissed, but Jace had to admit, it’d been hot.

  Now they watched as Pete parted Emma’s blouse and unclasped her bra from the front. Two creamy, pert breasts came into view. Pete’s tongue immediately began to lave his wife’s nipples. Jace’s grip on his cock became like a vise. Watching people in real life was beyond porn—it was porn on steroids. He’d never been this close to live-action sex before, and it was arousing in ways he’d never imagined.

  “You don’t think”—Caroline’s words caught in her throat—“they’re actually going to have sex, do you?”

  “They said they weren’t. They told us they didn’t want to take it that far the first time. But who knows? They look pretty horny to me,” Jace mused.

  Pete was enjoying himself as he took another rosy nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, pulling and teasing. His other hand fondled Emma’s other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Emma’s head was arched all the way back. She was clearly loving the attention.

  She must enjoy being an exhibitionist, Jace thought. Maybe that was her thing?

  He jumped in his seat when he felt Caroline’s touch on the head of his cock. Very gently, he removed her hand and set it back on her lap. “Honey,” he chuckled, “if you don’t want me to come early to the party, you can’t participate right now. That would be too much stimulation. I’m way too horny.”

  Caroline peered over the console between their seats, her head cocked and her mouth curving up on one side. Her eyes were a little unfocused, but she seemed happy. “This is hot, isn’t it?” she murmured. “I like the fact that we’re separated by cars. That makes it a little less…intimate. Don’t you agree?”

  Jace couldn’t answer because his gaze was riveted on his wife as she sat back and slowly edged the bottom of her dress up her thighs. Then she took it past her waist.

  “You’re not wearing any underwear.” To his own ears, he sounded as dumbfounded as he felt.

  “You shouldn’t be so surprised,” she countered with a smile, this one a little naughty. “Tonight’s meeting was highly sexual in nature. Why in the world would I wear panties to a sex dinner?”

  “Because…because…” he stammered, his eyes still locked on her. “You’ve always told me you don’t like going commando. It makes you feel like everyone knows you don’t have anything on under your clothes.” He’d been actively trying to get her to go naked under her clothing for years.

  “Okay, you’re right.” She giggled. “I did have panties on, but I ditched them in the bathroom. They were wet from the spilled drink, so it was a necessity. But, you know, I’m kind of glad it happened, because it’s not so bad. I kind of liked it—once I got over the feeling that everyone could see right up my dress and know all my deepest, darkest secrets. It’s certainly helpful now.” She eased forward to glance around Jace. “What are they doing now?”

  Jace reluctantly slid his gaze away from her luscious nakedness to see what the Slaters were up to.

  “Oh my Lord,” Caroline gasped. “It looks like they are having sex to me.”

  Emma had her back propped against the dashboard, undulating up and down, her head tilted toward the windshield. Both her husband’s hands were on her breasts, fondling. It was quite a show.

  “I don’t think so,” Jace said. “I’d say she’s masturbating. Look at where her hands are.”

  His wife made a small mewing noise. “I think you’re right! And look at how flexible she is! I’m sure that’s because she’s a dancer. I don’t think I could contort my body in that position even if I tried.”

  Jace shot her a lazy grin, his hand gently pumping his cock. “Wanna try? I’m up for it if you are.”

  “Maybe.”

  Jace had been talking about the position, not the masturbation.

  So he was stunned to watch Caroline slide her own hands across her front seductively, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her dress before easing them down to her exposed parts.

  Jace gaped like a fish. “Are you really going to masturbate? Right now?” His throat felt tight, and lust shot through him like a rocket, his dick pulsing in response.

  “Why not? It looks like the Slaters are having fun with it, and I’ve never tried it before,” she answered. “As you well know, I was brought up to believe it’s a sin to touch yourself. When I’m horny, I just track you down. You’ll come home on your lunch hour if I call you, so why bother trying to do it myself?”

  “Damn right I’ll come home,” he growled, lessening his fisted grip on his cock before he erupted all over himself.

  “But look at Emma. It seems to be working for her, so it must be satisfying. I’m going to touch myself, while I watch her come. Then I want you to drive us home very, very quickly.” She rested her head on the backrest and smiled at him. “Can you do that?”

  The restaurant was only about ten minutes from their house. “Your wish is my command.” Jace could barely get the words out he was so distracted. He didn’t care what was going on in the SUV next to him. He was glued to his hot wife getting turned on by her own hand.

  Within moments, Caroline began moaning.

  Shit.

  How was he not going to come?

  He let go of himself and, very carefully, tucked his dick back inside his pants, wincing in pain as he zipped up. With this much stimulation, there was no other way. He had to put it away or risk ejaculating all over.

  He was riveted to Caroline as her fingers went faster.

  Her eyes were glued to Emma. He reluctantly broke his gaze to see what the Slaters were doing. Emma was still enjoying herself. Pete must have had his dick out, because as Emma rocked, his head went back and forth, and he appeared to be moaning, his hands still fastened over her breasts. Jace still didn’t think they were having sex, mostly because they’d told them they wouldn’t, but Pete was definitely enjoying some good friction.

  Jace knew Emma and Pete were going to go home and fuck like rabbits. Having him and Caroline watch was their payoff.

  “Oh, Jace, this feels so nice,” Caroline panted. His head snapped back to her. “I’m totally turned on, and more than a little drunk. But, unsurprisingly, I know where it feels the best. There’s no guessing. I get the right spot every time.” She moaned again.

  “Care, watching you do that is nothing less than totally spectacular. It eclipses anything going on in the car next to us.”

  “How can you say that—oh”—she glanced around Jace to the other SUV—“I think she’s about to come. See her face?”

  Jace turned and watched as Emma yelled. Even though they couldn’t hear her, it was evident she was coming. As her body clenched, her breasts heaved, and Pete cupped them, brushing the tips of his thumbs over them again and again.

  It was titillating, but Jace angled his head back to his own wife. He wanted to see Caroline come.

  It would be that much sweeter.

  She was still rapt, her mouth partly open, her breathing shallow. Whether she knew it or not, her own fingers had increased their rhythm as she’d watched Emma climax. Jace was so aroused, he pushed his palm against his cock and tried to rearrange it below the zipper. With no success, he tried to shift in his seat, searching for a better spot, but it was no use.

  “Jace, we have to go right now. I’m so close.”

  He had the car in reverse in about three seconds.

  But not before his hot wife started to come, yelling his name and rocking in her seat.

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  Caroline’s voice hit a sharp crescendo as she came. “Ohh,” she cried as she rocked in pleasure, loving all the sensations. After a second, she opened her eyes, her head lolling against the headrest. “Oh my goodness! That felt wonderful.”

  It hadn’t been the kind of orgasm she had with her husband. It hadn’t been that big, but it had still felt amazing. She’d needed a release in a bad way after that sexually charged dinner and what she and Jace had just witnessed.

  As Jace drove, she sat there, dumbfounded that she’d had an orgasm brought on by her own hand, not to mention in the front seat of a car.

  “Can you keep it up, babe? I want you to be primed and ready for me, because the moment we get home, I’m taking you in the backyard.”

  “The backyard?” Caroline was instantly hot again. She circled herself in the perfect place, and the aftershocks came rolling in, one after another. She squeezed her legs together and groaned, rocking back and forth, taking quick breaths as her muscles tensed and released. After a moment, she turned toward her husband. “You said that on purpose, didn’t you? To get me to come again?”

  He chuckled. “Well, it worked, didn’t it? You’re killing me here, by the way. I want you so bad it hurts. Like, physically hurts. My dick feels like it’s in a straitjacket. But I meant every word. We’re only making it as far as the patio. I’m going to bend you over the chair and ram my cock into your pussy over and over again until you come.”

  “Oh.” Her husband was pushing her buttons. “What if someone sees us?” One hand crept to her breast. She began to rub the aching peak through the material.

  She wanted her husband to suck it like Pete had done to Emma’s.

  “The only people who can see back there are Michael and Piper, and I’m past that,” he said. “And, Care, I’m going to bury myself deep. I can already feel your wetness gripping my cock.” His voice sounded breathless as he rounded a corner going far too fast. Caroline wanted to tell him to slow down, but she also wanted to get home as soon as possible. He was right, she was absolutely drenched.

  “I’m so wet it’s ridiculous.” She continued to rub herself. “I need you, Jace. But with all this talk, I don’t think I’m going to be able to wait any longer. I need it again right now.”

  “I’m working on it, babe. Just hold on.”

  Caroline tried to hold off, circling her clit slower, but her nub was wired straight to her core. Everything pulsed, and she wanted desperately to come again. She rocked her hips into her hands, trying not to fuck herself, but not succeeding. “Tell me what else you’re going to do to me.” It came out as a moan. She slowed her efforts, trying to hold off. “Please.”

  “You know when I thrust in and out of you slowly and take my time?”

  “Yes.” Jace could draw out sex in such a delicious way.

  “That’s not what’s going to happen. I’m lifting that scrap of a dress up to your waist, just like it is now, and taking you hard. First from the front, but I’m going to finish from behind, pounding into you until you scream my name loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.”

  Visions of them having sex in the backyard flooded through her psyche like a video on fast-forward. She wanted her husband badly and loved how excited he was for her right now.

  The fact he couldn’t do anything about it, however, might be the best and worst part.

  She wanted to hear more—needed to hear more. “How bad do you wish you were fucking me right now?” she asked in a husky voice. “Because I can’t have your cock, I’m going to have to settle for my finger. I’m going to push it deep inside me and pretend it’s your rock-hard dick.”

  Jace swore out loud, his eyes riveted to her as she began to draw her finger in and out. “Caroline Stratton, you are driving me insane. You know I love it when you talk dirty to me. And this takes the fucking cake. If I could get away with it, I’d haul you onto my lap at this light and drill myself into you and make you come against this steering wheel.” He slapped his palms in frustration against the wheel, and that made her even hotter.

  At the vision of her back settled against the steering wheel, Caroline orgasmed again, calling Jace’s name.

  “Holy shit, Care! Are you this wound up because of Emma and Pete? Or because we’re doing something different?”

  She panted. “I think it’s a bit of both, but mostly I think it’s the alcohol. But, honestly, I don’t care. I just want more. It feels so good.” She glanced over at her husband, lust pooled in his eyes. “But none of this is as good as having you inside me. These are small blips compared to when you make me come while your cock is nestled deep—”

  The light changed and Jace swung the car off the road.

  He drove like a madman straight into a public parking lot that was connected to a large park near their home. The lot was empty, except for one car. Caroline watched as her husband chose a spot as far as he could from the other car, pulled in, and turned the motor off, yanking the key out as he reached under the seat and grabbed the bar to force it back manually. “Come here right now.”

  “Jace, this is so public. Let’s just go home—”

  One of his hands caught her shoulder, while the other sprang the massive erection from his jeans. “Care, if we don’t do this now, you miss out, because all your sexy banter has taken me almost over the finish line. I need you now, or I’m going to come in my fist. I can’t take it anymore. I haven’t been in this much pain since junior high when I saw Jennifer Adams in a see-through shirt without a fucking bra. Every time I saw her after that, I sprouted wood. I still remember those nipples like it was yesterday.” The intensity in his voice sent chills racing up her spine. She threw away her concerns and immediately climbed over, hiking her dress past her waist as she went. “No, Care, I need the dress off.”

  “I can’t do that—”

  His huge cock entered her swiftly and she cried out. He grabbed on to her hips and seated her on top of him tightly, thrusting up as he went. She tossed her head back and moaned.

  It felt so fucking good.

  In the next instant, his hands were all over her, and in one tug her dress was gone. Her bra went next, his wet mouth closing over an aching nipple as he began to pump into her. All the feelings together were so incredible—so different from her fingers—and so much better.

  Two rough thrusts, and she came again, hard.

  Her stomach clenched as her hips rolled in pleasure, her nails raking Jace’s chest as she moaned.

  Her husband firmly planted his hands around her waist as he lifted her up and brought her back down on him fast. The slapping of their bodies reverberated through the car. “Woman, you’re electric. I felt you come, but you’re going to do it again…this time with me.”

  Her knees were braced against the outside of his thighs. It gave her some control, and she began to undulate on her own, rocking her pelvis, meeting him thrust for thrust, abrading her sensitive clit against his firm abs.

  “Right there,” he groaned. “Yes, like that. I’m trying so hard not to come yet. I want you to break again.” His hands snaked up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing the peaks. “I’m going to touch you like Pete did to Emma, and you’re going to come for me one more time.”

  Caroline groaned, tossing her head back as she pictured Emma and Pete and how hot they’d looked together. The image made her legs clench. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “You just watched Emma come hard, but we win, since I have my cock in your pussy. I bet Pete’s crying in his soup because he wasn’t lucky enough to fuck her or come on her creamy, white tits—”

  A low, guttural sound escaped Caroline’s throat as she orgasmed.

  It was the biggest climax she’d had tonight.

  Her body shook, her hips grinding against Jace’s hard body, her head fell forward. She heard him call her name as he pumped inside her.

  But the best part was how hard Jace grabbed on to her ass and kneaded her onto him as he released. Th
e force of the motions gave her immediate aftershocks like fireworks exploding in her already overheated system.

  It was so fucking good.

  * * *

  Jace cradled his wife in his arms. What they’d just done had been completely insane, as well as being one of the best sexual experiences he’d ever had in his life. He’d been blinded by need and felt more than a little out of control. Watching Caroline—his pristine wife—fondle herself in the passenger seat had been his complete undoing. He’d been truthful when he’d told her he hadn’t been in that much pain since junior high. It was the heightened mix of pleasure and pain that had made it so unbelievable.

  “Are you okay, Care?” he murmured in her ear as he caressed her bare back. She was still naked. He reached an arm back to gather up her dress from where he’d tossed it in his haste.

  “Yes.” Her voice was muffled against his chest. She lifted her head slowly, looking drowsy and content. “But now I need to go home. My world is spinning, and I’m thoroughly exhausted.”

  He maneuvered the dress over her head as she put her arms up. “Exhausted, but satisfied, I hope.” He grinned, giving her a peck on the cheek as he guided the fabric over her head.

  She gave him a smile as she pushed her arms through the holes. “Extremely satisfied.” Once the dress was over her head, she asked, “Can you reach some napkins for me? There are some in the middle panel.”

  Jace took napkins out of the console and handed them to her. She eased herself off him, climbing back into her own seat.

  He turned the key in the ignition. “I want you to feel good about what we did tonight. No guilt. It was completely awesome.” He reached under the seat and adjusted it forward while he put the car in reverse. He backed out of the spot and headed for home. Two erotic episodes in two different parking lots. Who would’ve guessed?

  “I’m going to try my best.” Caroline’s head was reclined on the headrest. Her eyes were shut, and one hand was splayed against her forehead. “But this has been a lot to take in. I can’t believe I was brazen enough to touch your private parts in a public place…not to mention in front of people we just met. I don’t want to think about it right now. It’s making my head hurt worse.”