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Subject: {ASSM} Kelly's Story - Part 2 (Exhib-Wife)
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This story contains decriptions of an adult nature and should not be viewed
by anyone under the age of 18. If you do not want to read sexually explicit
stories, what are you doing here in the first place?
Kelly's Story - Part two (Exhib-Wife)
By Twelve Volt Man
Copyright 10/1/2000
This is a continuation of my first attempt at erotica writing. Thanks to
those who responded to the first story (posted to ASSM 9/30/00). Comments
and suggestions are welcome at twelve_volt_man1@hotmail.com.
That evening as Kelly and Tim retired for the night, they lay in bed staring
at the ceiling. Both wanted to comment on the days extra curricular
activities but neither wanted to speak for fear of either unleashing delayed
jealousy or somehow ruining the experience. Tim finally broke the ice.
"Honey, I guess we ought to talk about what happened today."
"Yeah, I guess so," replied Kelly. She turned her head to look at Tim's
face. "Are you mad at me?"
Tim waited a moment, contemplating the emotions that coursed through him.
"Mad? No, I'm not mad. I admit that after we cooled down and I had a
chance to rationally consider what we'd done, I was confused. But, I think
I've managed to work it out."
"What do you mean?" Kelly turned her body to face Tim; genuinely interested
as she knew this conversation might be the most important moment of their
marriage.
"Well, at first, I was ashamed that I let you...no, encouraged you to do it.
Then I was a little angry that you did it so willingly. What I finally
realized was that the underlying tension in both emotions was that it was a
huge turn on for both of us. Also, I've noticed that afterwards, we both
are so concerned about once another's feelings. I believe, and you can tell
me if I'm wrong, that we're more in love tonight than we were this morning."
Kelly smiled and a tear ran down her cheek. "You're not wrong. You are so
right. I love you more than ever. We've talked about this type of thing as
a fantasy but I never expected it to really happen. Tim, it's important
that you understand something. I will never, ever do something like that
behind your back. A big part of what made that such a turn on for me was
that you were involved - watching me. God! It makes me hot to remember
it!"
"Me too," Mike grinned as he turned to face Kelly. His now fully erect dick
rubbed against her thigh.
"So I see," said Kelly as she grasped Tim's hard on with her hand. "Let me
ask you...and it won't hurt our marriage no matter what your answer is. Do
you think you'd..."
"Want to do it again?" asked Tim. "Yeah, I would, though not with our
neighbor. That's a little too close to home. You?"
Kelly paused for a moment so as not to appear too eager. "Yes, Tim. I'd
very much like to do it again." They then talked for awhile about safe sex
and other concerns that they would need to consider.
"You know," asked Tim. "We've been wanting to go to the beach. I bet we
can talk my folks into watching the kids for the weekend. Why don't we go
this Saturday? We can make it a three-day weekend. He could see by the way
that Kelly's eyes lit up that the idea pleased her. "I'll call my parents
in the morning. You call and reserve us a room by the beach."
* * * * *
After dropping the kids off, Kelly and Tim set out for the Gulf Coast of
Florida. The drive would take about six hours. They were both a bit antsy
due to the excitement of what both expected to be an interesting weekend.
Tim noticed that Kelly kept bouncing her legs, crossing and uncrossing them.
Occasionally, she's slyly move a hand down and rub her crotch. "Having a
hard time, honey?" Tim asked with a grin.
"Now that you mention it, yes, I am. God, Tim, I just can't stand it. I'm
nervous, excited, horny...It's all I can do to sit still."
Tim thought for a moment and asked, "Who says you have to?"
"What do you mean? I'm not giving you a blowjob while your driving. It
scares me that you'll lose control and I'll have autopsy pictures shown to
my mother of me with your bitten off dick in my mouth."
They laughed at the morbid thought and Tim instinctively grabbed himself for
a moment. "Actually," said Tim. "What I had in mind was that just because
I'm busy doesn't mean you can't enjoy yourself."
"Get myself off, you mean? Tim, what if somebody sees?"
"Who cares? Do you expect to run across anybody you know on the interstate?
Look, we're in a sport utility so most cars can't see in. The vehicles
that are big enough are mostly trucks and I can't imagine they're going to
complain."
He could tell she was still hesitant. "Tell you what. Let's start small.
Take off your bra."
That couldn't hurt anything. Kelly reached behind her back, unclasped her
bra and pulled it through her sleeve in the way that most guys liken to some
mysterious magic trick. Tim waited a few minutes until they were gaining on
a big rig. "I'm going to pass this truck. I promise that I will not stop
or slow down next to him. Lift your shirt over your breasts."
"Tim, I..."
"Do it!"
A little hesitantly, Kelly grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it,
revealing her wonderful 38DD tits. He face warmed with the blush that
spread across her body. Tim accelerated and as they neared the cab of the
truck, he said, "I want you to look at the driver right in the eyes."
Kelly was not going to argue any more. She wasn't sure where this was going
but she'd play along for now. As they passed the cab of the truck, Kelly
looked up into the window at the driver. Tim pressed quickly on his horn
and the truck driver looked down. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as
he saw Kelly's tits. He looked into her face and smiled, giving her the
thumbs up signal as they passed him by.
Tim looked over to see Kelly grinning, her shirt still up above her breasts.
"You o.k.?"
"Yes."
"Want to do it again?"
"Yes."
"O.k., we're coming up on another truck. This time, I want you to play with
your nipples."
Kelly only nodded her head slightly in agreement as she stared at the truck
coming up on her right. As they approached the cab, Tim again hit his horn
briefly to alert the truck driver. As he looked, Kelly saw he was a
handsome man, maybe mid 40's. She looked him straight in the eyes as her
hand moved up to her breasts. She noticed that their car was no longer
passing the truck. This time, Tim had slowed to keep pace. Undeterred,
Kelly's hands reached her breasts and squeezed. Her eyes closed for a
moment as she pinched and twisted her nipples lightly. A tingle ran through
her body and she felt the warmth in her crotch increase. Tim sped up and
passed the truck.
"Still o.k.?" he asked.
"You slowed down."
"I had to or he wouldn't have seen anything. That is the point isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"We can stop if you want."
"No, Tim. I don't want to stop." She was still pinching her nipples and
she squeezed her thighs together as she spoke.
"Alright. Here comes another truck." Before he could give his next order,
Kelly pushed her shorts down to her ankles leaving her only in thin white
panties and her shirt still over her tits. Tim sped up and did not have to
honk his horn this time. The wonder of radio technology, this driver had
gotten wind of what had happened behind him and had been watching in his
rear view mirror for their truck. As Tim slowed next to the trucker's
window, Kelly put her right hand inside the waistband of her panties and ran
her fingers over her slit. "Mmmmmm." She was so wet! Her middle finger
immediately slipped between her slips collecting the moisture and pulling it
to her clit. She continued that motion back and forth, spreading her
wetness around, pushing a second finger inside herself. All the while, her
left hand continued to play with her breasts.
As Tim sped away, Kelly didn't stop. "O.k., honey. Here comes another one.
He's watching you baby. God you look hot." Kelly's eyes were opening and
closing as she was consumed by desire and, yet, wanted to see the men
watching her masturbate. She used her left hand to push her panties down
past her knees and she spread her legs, placing her feet on the dashboard.
Now both hands worked her pussy. Her right hand worked back and forth and
sometimes in circles over her clitoris while her left hand pushed two
fingers in and out of her hole.
"Ohhh God. "Mmmmmm, yeah baby," Kelly moaned and her fingers worked their
magic. She opened her eyes to look at the trucker and noticed he was
driving with only one hand. His other hand was in his lap and, while she
could not see directly, she could see his arm moving in fast jerking
motions. She gasped, "Oh Tim. He's jackin' off. I can see his arm. He's
working his cock. Oh, I wish I could see it. Oh God! Tim, I think he's..."
Her fingers were working even faster now as she slumped further down in her
seat. She watched the truck driver's face change. His eyes got large and
then he made the unmistakable face of a man exerting himself. Then, she saw
something hit his window, then again. "Oh fuck, Tim! He's cumming. I can
see it hit his window. He came in his window watching me. Oh Goddd!!! I'm
gonna cummmmm! OHHHHH!!!
Tim watched his wife's body writhe in ecstasy and her fingers pistoning in,
out and around her pussy. Her aroma filled the car and his nostrils flared
with lust. As she came down form her orgasm, Tim sped off and, once out of
sight of the truck, found an exit ramp. Best to get off the interstate for
awhile. He'd take back roads the rest of the way.
--
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