She rolled her eyes and might have blushed. It was hard to tell in the heat. “You men.”
Porter chuckled. “Need more massage?”
“Sure. It’s still stiff.”
We got back in and she turned to face away from Porter. His hands went back to working her shoulders.
She said, “Next is Miller Road.”
“That’s the one farther out here, right?” I thought I knew where Miller Road was.
“Yes.”
I drove. Occasionally Monique made happy sounds in the backseat. I looked when she made noise, but she was just getting her neck rubbed.
Porter murmured something that even Monique didn’t hear.
“What?” she said.
“I said I love it when women go without bras. Very nice.”
She coughed. “It’s too hot to wear one.”
“I dunno, I think it’s pretty hot without one.”
She laughed and I found myself laughing with her after a second.
She hummed for a moment as he continued working her back muscles.
My heart did a thump when I heard her say, “Stop that. I don’t think my boobs need a massage.”
I coughed, irritated. “Porter, behave yourself.”
“What? All the muscles are connected—”
“Porter.”
“I’m just trying to help.” He said to her, “Aren’t I helping?”
“Yes, that feels good.”
I felt a lack of control but was flattered that he would try to feel her boobs. Despite my inability to do anything other than object, my head without the brain began to harden.
“Stop that,” she said. She had an amused tone in her voice. Then she laughed. “Porter, stop. I can’t believe you’re trying to maul my boobs in front of my husband.”
Porter chuckled. “Behind his back, actually.”
I heard her giggle. “Dean…” She appealed to me.
I felt a little dizzy. I wanted to stop him, but it sounded exciting. “Uh, well, are you afraid of him doing a good job?”
“What? He’s touching my boobs.” She growled, “Stop that.”
I looked in the mirror. She was still bent over and his hands were genuinely rubbing her back. But he was also reaching around under her arms and caressing her boobs. She clamped her arms down, trapping his hands on her breasts.
There was a playful smile on her face, and a blush along with it. “Would you stop that?” She laughed that her first reaction when he touched them was to squeeze her arms close to her sides and thus prevent him from removing his hands.
I shifted uncomfortably in the seat. My dick had hardened painfully. With a nervous quiver in my throat, I said, “I think he should be thorough, don’t you, dear?” Had I just said that?
“Yeah,” said Porter. “Listen to your husband.”
She laughed harder and turned red. “Oh my gosh. Whatever.”
We were coming up on Miller Road.
I heard her gasp behind me. Looking into the mirror, I could see his arms around her, but little else.
She gave a nervous laugh.
He said, “Does that feel good?”
She laughed a little more forcefully with a tone of disbelief. “Dean, he’s touching my nipples.” It was delivered as if to say it was up to me to put a stop to it.
I think it was as much a challenge from her to me as it was a plea to get her out of anything. She was letting him touch her nipples. We had never talked about anything like this before. Did she want me to put my foot down and end what was going on? Was she accepting of it, but only if I was? Was it a test?
I didn’t have any answers. I wanted to reach back there and slap his hands away; those breasts were mine. But my dick sure was happy. I can’t say I comprehended why; it was too big a leap for me to process all at once.
Porter said, “Does that feel good? They sure feel nice.”
Not getting an answer from me, she said to him in a slightly exasperated tone, “Yes, of course it feels good. I just didn’t think a back massage included my chest.”
“Well, we don’t want to leave anything out, do we?”
“You just want an excuse to maul my boobs.”
He chuckled. “Oh, and more, too.”
Monique gasped in shock suddenly and then sighed. “You are a very dirty man.”
“Well, thank you.”
I turned on Miller and continued to the address, wondering what the hell was going on back there. There were homes spread out here and there, with acreage around them. I said, “Did this one have any land with it?” I wondered if my wife would be able to answer.
Monique gasped again and then said in a shaky voice, “Uh… Stop for a second, would you?”
Porter said in a low voice, “Am I bothering you?”
“Yes. I don’t think he wants you touching me there.”
Touching her where?
She said, “Yes, twenty acres.” She gasped again and her sigh after was drawn out. I knew that sigh; she was feeling pleasured and sexy.
My dick made a huge twitch in my shorts. I pulled onto a small gravel road with a post box showing the address on our list. There were a few trees out here and I tried to think about them rather than the gasping in the backseat.
“We’re here,” I said. I got out quickly and then realized I had a huge bulge in my shorts. I turned to the fender of the car to hide it and pretended to look out over the property.
Monique got out and adjusted her blouse and pulled on her shorts.
Had he been touching her there? Part of me wanted to take him aside and shake him. Hey leave her alone. But I had this awful erection. And then another part of me wondered where she’d draw the line. It had to be coming.
“Think I need a smoke-break,” said Porter. He walked towards the house that sat at the end of the drive. It looked more like a cabin than a proper house.
My wife came over to me, looking back at him. She leaned close and whispered, “Do you really want him touching me like that?”
“Where was he touching you?”
“He had his hands in my shirt and then he was rubbing my shorts you know where.”
“You’re mad at him?” I kept my obvious arousal pressed against the fender.
“Mad at him? What? No, but—”
“Did it feel good? It sounded like it.” A whole rainbow of sensations ran through me, from the dark colors of anger to the bright shades of curiosity.
She looked around and then back to me. “Yes, but—”
“He hasn’t had Tanya around. Poor guy is probably having a lot of fun making you feel good.”
“You don’t mind him touching me like that?”
I had to think about it. She was mine and she knew it. I was hers and she knew that, too. How far would she allow things to go if I didn’t put a stop to it all? “If it doesn’t upset you, then no, I guess not.” I couldn’t help but be honest.
She shook her head, her large eyes wide. But there was a smile on her face. “Did you put him up to this? As some kind of kinky—”
I was shaking my head. “No, not at all. I’m just as surprised as you.”
“But he’s touching me, Dean.” Her look grew serious – searching.
“Well, I’m glad he likes you—”
She slapped my arm. “I’m being serious.”
I tilted my head at her. “If it feels nice and you’re having fun, why not let him?”
“Let him?”
My erection had softened a little. I turned and gave her a hug. “Move up to the front seat if you’ve had enough and I’ll tell him.”
“Oh my. Is that…” She reached down and brushed my shorts in front. “This is exciting you?”
Damn, not soft enough. “Uh… I’m as shocked as you, trust me.”
“You never said anything before about someone else touching me.”
“I didn’t know it was a turn on.”
Porter came around the other side of the house puffing his cigarette
.
I said quickly, “I didn’t think you liked smokers.”
“I don’t, but the tobacco smell on him is sort of interesting.”
Porter said loud enough to be heard. “Not bad land, but the shack is sort of small.”
I broke the hug and pulled my camera. “I’ll grab a couple pics and we’ll head to the next one.” I walked forward and snapped a pic. Then I walked around to the side and back. Two more pics.
When I came around the other side, Porter had my wife in a hug from the rear. She was clasping his arms around her waist with hers and looking back over her shoulder with a smile.
He was so short that they were the same height.
She was leaning back a little into him. It looked very nice and I was happy they were finally being friends.
His mustache must have tickled her neck because she jerked and giggled.
I said, “Ready to head out? We can mark this one a possibility for the land. Though the shack is not all that great.”
She winked at me. “I’ll note it.” She was still holding his arms.
He said, “You need more massage? Neck still hurt?”
“I don’t know…” She looked at me, searching.
I shrugged, swallowed, and said, “You should probably make sure the kink is all worked out, dear.”
“Yeah?” She sounded cautiously eager. She unbuttoned one more button on her blouse. “Let’s go then, it’s hot out here.”
Porter waggled his eyebrows at me and winked.
I got back in and started the car.
My wife got into the backseat with Porter.
~ ~ ~
Almost immediately, my wife said, “Wait a minute. Let me note down the Miller property. Stop it a second.”
Porter laughed an evil little laugh.
I headed back down the hill as the giggles and gasps resumed behind me. Looking in the mirror, I saw him leaning towards her, his hand in her blouse. Even though they were the same height, his hand seemed large on her small chest.
Just as I was pulling my eyes back to the road, he leaned further and kissed her. My eyes darted back and forth. She was surprised, but went with the kiss. His hand was still inside her blouse.
My wife looked so beautiful and the look on her face shifting between amused, shocked and excited. My penis hardened again. I shifted around and released it from the leg of my shorts. It throbbed happily in the cool air of the car.
She gasped again, very loud. I looked and saw his head looking down, past her mostly open blouse – lower.
“Does that feel nice?” he said.
She panted a little. “Oh, you’re very nasty. What are you doing?”
“Undo this.”
Her shorts? My heart began hammering and my arms felt shaky on the wheel.
“What? No way. I’m not going to expose myself to you—”
“You’ve already exposed your breasts.”
“That’s different.”
Porter snorted. “No it’s not. Here. I’ll lead the way.”
Monique drew in a breath and held it.
I heard a zipper and clothing shuffling.
My wife said, “Oh my gosh. Dean…”
I said. “What’s the matter?”
“I can’t look. He just took off his shorts.”
“Is it ugly or something?”
My friend laughed.
Monique said, “Uh…” A short pause. “No. But his thing is out.”
I snickered. “Uh, yeah, I figured that.”
“You men.”
A surge of danger and desperation prodded me. I said, “Maybe he was hoping you would return the massage favor.”
“What?” She sounded incredulous.
Porter laughed, fast and low like a devious little gremlin. “Yeah. I have a really bad ache right here.”
She coughed, but started laughing. “I can’t believe this. Dean?”
I said, “I think you owe him a return favor.”
She muttered something under her breath in an amused tone. Then she gasped again. I could see his head closer to her, looking down. I risked a look over my shoulder. His fingers were rubbing up and down the crotch of her shorts. She had her legs held open.
I went back to watching the road.
“Your turn,” he said.
“Huh?” She sounded flustered.
“Undo that.”
There was silence. After a moment, a faint rustle of clothing.
“There you go,” he said. “Much nicer, isn’t it?”
My wife moaned. It was shaky with excitement. A sympathetic worm of lust twisted in me at the sound of her voice and reached down to fill my dick. I steered using one hand and began toying with my straining cock with the other.
Porter said, “Let’s just finish this, too.”
She gasped again. I looked in the mirror and saw he had opened her blouse completely. His mouth was on her left boob, moving and licking the nipple.
Her eyes met mine in the mirror and her lids were half shut in lust. I knew the look; she was super-excited. She gasped again, her eyes widening as he did something more to her. Her back arched.
I focused ahead. We were coming down through Tannerville again towards the interstate.
“Give me your hand,” he said low.
Silence, then a quiet, quavering sigh from her.
He said, “Don’t be afraid. Stroke it; it’s hard for you.”
She gasped a few more times.
Porter shifted around behind me. “Here, let’s get these off of you.”
My wife moaned.
Glancing back, I saw him helping her remove her panties. The next gasp I heard was my own. I was shaking, hard.
“You alright, Dean?” He sounded concerned.
I chuckled really nervous-like. “Yeah, man. No problem.”
He turned back to her. “Now that is a beautiful pussy.”
I heard my wife draw in breath sharply, and then moan long and low.
He said, “Wow, you’re super wet.”
Movement behind me again as I got onto the interstate. Porter had sat back at her side. One arm was down and moving. I could see her arm crossed over to his lap.
“That’s very nice,” said my friend. “There you go. Yeah, that feels good.”
I risked a glance back and had a hard time not jerking the wheel. Her head was back, mouth open. His hand was between her thighs, fingers working in and out of her pussy. Her hand was on his shaft, stroking sporadically – her wedding ring glinting on the skin of his erection.
He leaned over again and took her left nipple into his mouth.
My wife shuddered and moaned happily.
I felt dizzy and had to steer the car back into the lane properly.
Wet sounds drifted from the back. My wife’s pussy was very wet.
“Huh?” she said. Her voice was woozy-sounding.
“Lay back. I’d like to get a taste of this.”
Movement from the back. My wife’s head moved to the side and I could see him pulling on her. His head disappeared.
Her eyes opened wide and her mouth did, too. “Oh! Oh! Oh… yes. Unnh, yes.” Her eyes closed.
Licking and other wet sounds filled my ears.
My gorgeous wife was getting eaten in my own car in the backseat right on the interstate and it wasn’t even noon. I loved it. I stroked my cock faster.
I could see her knee bent up, shaking, in the mirror.
I hit the brakes gently and took the off-ramp. I had almost missed the exit.
“Awesome pussy,” he said. “On an awesome woman.”
I felt proud of her.
Kissing sounds from the backseat. Then a suck and a gasp. Then a muffled exclamation from my wife. A mirror check showed them kissing. Her head moved with his in passion and lust. He was climbing onto her.
Oh man, I want to see this. We were coming up on the next property. It was a small farm with a barn.
My wife moaned and then gasped. I checked the m
irror and then glanced over my shoulder. Porter had his cock in hand and was trying to rub it on her pussy.
I said, “Hey, you two? Can you wait a moment?”
Porter said, “Huh?”
“I have a mechanics blanket in back. It’s clean and that barn is open.”
“What? Oh. Oh, yeah. The backseat is awful.”
I pulled into the yard. Willows were everywhere providing a lot of shade. The interior of the barn looked cool. I stopped the car right next to the barn.
Porter was still looking down, shifting the head of his cock at an awkward angle against her wet pussy.
Monique was squirming, her body making sensuous movements.
I got out and popped the trunk. Grabbing the heavy blanket, I opened the car door for them. “Come on. There’s no one here.” I pointed at the barn door a few feet away. It was open and promised a shady hiding place.
Porter grinned at me as he got out. Then he glanced down at my shorts.
My cock was hard and hanging out, pulling up on the hem of the leg. I said, “Yeah, well, Monique is sexy.”
“I’ll say.” He held out his hand to my wife.
She emerged, looking around and clutching her blouse closed. Not like that would have been a big help – she was naked from the waist down.
They scurried into the barn and I followed.
CHAPTER 3
A few missing areas of roof splashed sunlight here and there, but the inside was cool. Old hay was deep on the floor.
I spread out the blanket while Porter and my wife shared a kiss.
Once the blanket was spread, Porter maneuvered Monique to it and lowered her down. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I knew her form and movements. It was all familiar. Her look of excitement was the same as always.
New to me was the hungry look on Porter’s face. That hungry look was for my small wife. Though I was very familiar with her, she looked even smaller as he crawled between her legs. She parted them for him and gazed up into his eyes.
His dick was straight and fully erect, aiming right at my wife’s open hole. It was maybe a little long than mine and the same nice thickness. I knew she would like it. Or I hoped she did. I didn’t want her to have a bad experience.
It happened so fast. He rubbed the head on her pussy and lubed it for maybe a second. Then he was pushing in.
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