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And so it began...
On a whim, I had bought a latex bra for my wife. One with little
nipple grabbing nubs. Something
delicate mind you, simple. Elegant. At least I thought so. My wife
thought differently.
A two hour drive, in the dead of winter, would bring us home. She
donned the latex apparel just before
we started off, more to humour me, for she didn't think much of
it.
As usual, she fell asleep a few minutes into our trek. Thankfully,
the pavement was dry, the car warm and
I had the highway pretty much to myself. I let my mind wander a
little. At first I thought it was my
imagination. A small sound. I turned down the radio and listened
intently. The car, as I remember
bitterly, was less than reliable.
I listened some more. There it was again, soft and low. I turned
to my wife, hoping she was awake and
was hearing the same. She was still sleeping. Her mouth half open,
wriggling in her seat. A deep breath,
I could see her bosom rise. She exhaled in a low moan.
Keeping an eye on the road, I smiled. I couldn't help myself. This
was funny. My wife had never
understood my love for latex. Here she was subconsciously moaning,.
I knew that the little nipple
grabbers were working their magic, as only latex can.
She half awoke. In a low raspy voice, she said "grab me". What?
I thought, I'm driving here.
"Grab me now!" she shouted hoarsely as she almost ripped off her
sweater. I reached over and squeezed a
handful of breast. The moan was definitely louder this time. She
slipped off her coat and finished taking
off her sweater. The black bra setting off wonderfully against her
pale skin.
"God, I am so wet." She was rubbing herself through her jeans. "Stop
the car now. I need to be fucked"
she said matter-of-factly. This was definitely a first in our many
years of marriage.
"What are we going to do here? Stop by the side of the road, drop
in the snow bank and have at it?
What's gotten hold of you?" Half smiling, half serious. I still
had my wits about me, but I was quickly
getting sucked into the moment. It was pretty obvious that she was
way past the point of no return.
She just took a deep ragged breath and kept rubbing her jeans. She
was shaking a bit. I continued pawing
her nipples. So at the next exit I carefully pulled off to the side
of the road. "Well?" I asked.
"No, that's OK, I can hold it together". No way, I thought, if she
hasn't had an orgasm already she was
going to, whether I did anything or not. I caressed her gently,
she was too absorbed in herself to notice.
She screamed.
In 6 years of marital bliss, this was the first time I had witnessed
my wife come just by "sitting there".
Maybe she would take a shine to latex now. One could only hope.
She jumped all over me. Being absorbed by her previous antics, I
had omitted to get excited. This was
cured rather quickly. My jeans were opened up in an awful hurry
as I was treated rather nicely,
Clearly, she was not satiated.
She tried to squeeze between me and the steering wheel. This was
not going to happen.
"Oh come on and fuck me already!" she shouted as she piled out of
the car half naked.
What a sight! Here was my beloved, by the side of the road, in sub
freezing weather, less than partially
clothed and doing her bit for some serious global warming. Her jeans
were down to her ankles at this
point and she was mooning me, knowing how much her ass drove me
nuts. I lost it.
I rushed around to her side of the car, and took her from behind.
Her pussy was incredibly wet. For some
stupid reason, I thought to myself at the time, that her pussy juices
could freeze in this weather. Well we
weren't going to have any of this, keeping things nice and hot.
She was propping herself against the door jamb with one hand and
feeling her tits through the soft rubber
with the other. Kneading and pinching.
She was ramming her buttocks against me, harder and harder. I was
just standing there enjoying the
show, and supplying my piece for her pleasure. She screamed again
and kept up the rythm. She came
twice in quick succession before the cold began seeping in.
We got back into the car and cranked up the heat. However, she didn't
put her sweater back on. My wife
stayed in a constant state of arousal, fidgeting until we finally
got home.
She didn't take off the bra until the next morning.
--- the end? ---
Story Submitted By "RL"
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