Note - These first few chapters are going to seem a little long, if you're only here for the erotic side of it. However, this is a serial story, and not episodic, as this is a continuous journey of my sexual adventures.
Firing Things Up
My wife is a reserved person, socially. At home, in bed, around people we know personally, she’s quite a cat. I use this reference as ironic as I can, cause’ her name’s Kitty. My name is Barry. She likes to play with our names, like, “Oh, the Bear’s chasing the cat tonight!”
It was the end of summer and we got a text from Skye, one of my wife’s employees. Skye broke up with her boyfriend but didn’t want to go to a family reunion camping trip alone. We were reluctant at first, but after a few hours of discussing it, accepted her invitation.
After going over the necessary camping gear, including clothes and food, we headed out. I work from home, so my schedule was clear. My wife on the other hand owns a business, sort of. It was handed down to her from her parents, who handed that down from her grandparents; but that’s a completely different story and one not worth telling now.
I am writing this as a way to journal my life experiences. My wife used to be a therapist. But she found it to be contriving. In fact, that’s how we met, and also another time for another story. My wife owns and runs a small hardware store. I guess you could say it’s an inheritance, but not through death. Again, long story. The store has been in our town for over forty years, and is still running strong. We live in a smaller community, but one worth living in. A few big box n’ ticket stores tried building in our town, but we had petitioned and fought for them to be removed. We won. In fact, they still moved in, but just outside of the border. However, after about two years, they ended up closing those stores down anyway, as most of us in our town had rallied against shopping and working there. That, too, is another story for another time. So, hopefully you like what I am writing and the thoughts that eventually I need to get out, because there’s much more to come… no pun intended.
Okay. Enough setting this thing up and enough of the little details, time for the story to start.
My wife and I are best friends. We don’t have any kids. Neither one of us can actually have kids. Yes, all our parts work healthily. Again, this is kind of a story of how we met and for later. Normally, I don’t like to drive cause’ when it comes to travel, I love to watch the scenery and relax while conversing about random and fun stuff as the world goes by, literally. This particular trip, my wife urged me to drive, said she’d “appreciate” it. Not sure what that meant, but I trust her, so I did what she requested. Now, before I go on, I need to set this up.
I eat a lot of pineapple and natural whole foods. I try to shy away from processed foods and carbonated beverages as much as possible. One reason is because it helps the health of the prostrate, and also, adds to the taste of my cum.
About an hour into our trip, my wife and I were talking and out of the blue, she got really quiet. Then, she started talking about sex and just things like that. We love talking about sex, when we’re not having it. Sex is a huge part of our lives. However, she took me by surprise when she reached over and started feeling up my thighs. Do you know how difficult it is to drive and immediately tense up because your inner thighs tickle? Yeah, she didn’t mean to, but she started tickling me. But, those eyes of hers, when she looks up at me with such devious curiosity, my cock instantly got hard. My cock started pulsating with the feather-light touches of her fingertips on my skin. Now, I’m pretty average around eight inches and around three fingers thick. But, even my cock started hurting trying to stretch through my shorts' mesh material. So, there was only one thing my wife could do; she reached into my shorts and pulled out my cock, stroking it. It felt so good. Her hands are a little smaller, so sometimes she has to use both. She cupped my balls with one, then stroked with the other, focusing a lot on the head, curiously watching my cock the whole time, as if she were a cat about to pounce on its prey. Then all of a sudden, she knelt over and started sucking on the shaft, moving up and down, stroking it and further gripping my balls tight. She then enclosed her mouth over my head, sucking gently at first and then harder with each bob of her head, continuously stroking it. She then placed her other hand at the base of my cock, stroking with both hands, gently twisting, one toward the top assisting her mouth, and the other finishing off those building waves, while lathering the rest of my cock up with her mouth juices.
I can’t help but roll my eyes as I’m driving and trying to keep us both safe. My body started tensing up, hips tightening, back starting to slowly arch, so close to climax. She just wouldn’t stop. She sensed my orgasm building and building, gripping my cock tighter with her mouth and hands, stroking even more abruptly now sucking harder and harder until I came!
“Holy fuck! I’m going to…” without another word, my wife just sucked harder and harder while I came, splashing the walls of her mouth and throat with my intensity. She just kept sucking and sucking, started moaning with pleasure.
“Yes, baby! Give it to me! Keep it coming!” she said to me with such excitement, as if she was about to see a hero slay a dragon. Her excitement kept me excited.
“Oh my god, you are still so thick.” My wife replied, as she continued to stroke my cock teasing the tip of my cock watching the last few drops of cum drip from the tip, licking them with her tongue, giggling the whole time.
My wife raised the shorts back over my cock and resumed back in her seat, looking at the dropdown mirror from the visor, making sure there was nothing on her face.
“Okay. My turn.” She says as she leaned her chair back… "Are your fingers clean?"
“What?” I replied, in dismay, as I began to watch her and drive at the same time.