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"Aw honey, she always feels ill...I really don't see why they don't just get a taxi home." I was talking about our neighbors Kim and Geoff. They were an ok couple...as neighbors go, but Kim was one of those hypochondriac types. She was never happy unless there was something wrong with her.

I mean, don't get me wrong – I'm very much the stay at home type. I like nothing more than a hot scented bath and a quiet glass of wine with Jas...my hubby. But I like to enjoy life, and the Christmas party is the one time of year we get to put our glad rags on and let our hair down.

Why Jas had volunteered to drive tonight is beyond me. He is taking some antibiotics for an ear infection, but a couple of drinks wouldn't have hurt him. Still, it had meant we didn't have to call a taxi which had seemed a good idea at the time – right up until little miss miserable had started complaining about one of her impending migraines. It was barely midnight, the drinks had been flowing and the party was still in full swing, at least for everyone else. For us, it seemed very much on the wind-down.

"I know babe...but they do live next door, and it won't be going on for much more than an hour here anyway." He pulled me to him and kissed my lips. "Besides, you've been looking so fine tonight, I've been dying to take you home for hours..." I pouted, half sulkily – half sexily.

He did have a point, it was unlikely that the party would go on for longer than an hour and I was feeling in the mood for some after-party hanky panky. I snuggled against him, and he reached behind me, cupping my bum cheeks in his hands, and squeezing them gently through the thin fabric of my evening dress.

"You know, you have the most amazing ass in the world," he commented, sliding his hands up as he said it, over the curve of my hips, onto my waist and then up onto my chest, "and the firmest tits too!" he smiled. I looked up at him, and kissed him,

"Ok" I conceded "I suppose so. Tell you what...you pop to the bar and fetch me one last drink, and ill find Kim and Geoff and let them know were are going."

I started to pull away to head back into the hall, but Jas held my hand and pulled me back to him, a guilty look fleetingly crossed his face.

"Erm...babe, you'd better find Phil and Dave too. I said they could have a lift since we are going that way." He looked sheepish, and so he should – I knew exactly what that meant. Dave and Phil were two of his high school buddies. They shared a flat across town, and there hadn't been one single occasion since I had known Jas when driving them home hadn't resulted in a quick coffee, which resulted in a quick joint, which resulted in a stoned Jas and I heading home in a taxi, several hours after getting there.

"Oh no...come on babe, what about getting home early so you can have your wicked way with me?" I pulled away from him slightly, pouting for real now.

"Yeah, I'm still gonna do that!" He said, by way of reassurance, only I had heard it many times before. Stoned Jas equals sleeping Jas and that was not gonna be on my cards tonight! Not after he had my hopes up.

"No way Jas, tell them all to get a taxi together - it'll cost virtually nothing between them all." To be honest, I don't know why I was even bothering. I knew damn well that we would end up giving everyone a lift home. And I also knew damn well that the night would end exactly as I thought it would.

"Fine." I said, after his speech about 'having given his word blah blah blah.' "But you can damn well go to that bar and get me a big bottle of something good. I'm not sitting there like a ninny with nothing to drink while you lot smoke your heads off!" I turned on my heel and stormed off to find the others.

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It took the best part of half an hour to round everyone up. Jas got held up at the bar, buying me a nice two liter bottle of rose wine. Phil and Dave had to do the rounds saying cheerio to everyone they knew – and I'm certain a number of people they didn't know! Meanwhile I was stuck with Kim and Geoff, listening to Kim go on about how we should have left hours ago, before the migraine had chance to take hold.

Finally, we arrived at the car. The night had steadily gone from bad to worse, but at least I would get the chance to chill for a bit and take my painful heeled shoes off before reaching Phil and Dave's. I climbed into the front seat beside Jas and everyone else piled into the back – everyone except Kim that is. She came round to my door and opened it.

"Kate...would you mind if I sat up front, its just – with my migraine and all...I mean I get travel sick sometimes too?" I couldn't believe the night could get any worse until now. I looked over at Jas expecting him to say something; after all he is the one who filled our car with unwanted guests. Unfortunately, what he said is not what I wanted to hear.

"Sure" he said, looking at Kim, and then "Honey you won't mind riding in the back will you?" I opened my mouth in disbelief, about to tell the pair of them to jump off a tall cliff, but a somewhat caustic

"Of course...my pleasure," is all that came out. At this point, I had no idea how literal that statement was to be.

I slid out from the front seat, and as Kim squeezed her overly round bottom into it, I opened up the back door and looked in. There was about five inches of room when the lads squeezed up that I attempted to fit into. I managed to close the door, but I was half up on Dave's lap anyhow, and it was making everyone sit awkwardly.

"Well, this isn't going to work." I said, making it clear that I was in a huff. "I suppose I'd better sit on your knee Dave...at least you lot can sit comfortably then." Dave just grunted. Already several joints down the line, he was as doped as an inmate at the loony farm! I shifted up onto his lap and placed my elbows on the seats in front, with my face in my hands, and managed as sulkier look as I could muster. Jas had to know that he was going to suffer for this. Behind me the lads shuffled about, each taking up their share of the gap that I had left. Finally, Jas started the engine and moved off.

The car was quiet for the first ten minutes of the journey. On the other side of the car, Geoff gazed out of the window. Phil sat in the middle with his head lolled to one side resting on Dave's shoulder. He would be out for the count soon if he wasn't already, and as for Dave, he had been snoring like a trooper almost before we had pulled out of the car park. My mood had simmered somewhat. Perhaps it was the effects of the rose as I sat in the back contentedly supping from the bottle, but gradually the feelings of annoyance were slipping and being replaced with something warmer and it wasn't long before I realized what.

All thoughts of sex had passed, almost as quickly as they had come, when Jas had told me that we would be dropping the lads off at home. I was not gullible enough to believe that I would be getting any after he had partaken in a few joints. It seems that the desire for sex had not been so quick to dissipate however.

Now as I sat in the back of the car, with the buzz of the party behind me and the flood of alcohol in my veins, with the soft drone of the engine and the gentle rocking as the suspension held off the road, I felt a renewed surge of lust. I hadn't adjusted my position, and still leaned against the front seats on my elbows, but seated on Dave's lap, I could feel his leg pressing between my own legs. Sat forward as I was, I realized that the only thing separating the flesh of his thigh from my clitoris were three layers of very thin cloth. I had taken a while to notice, since the touch was so faint it was almost unperceivable, but slowly my comatose armchair was rubbing me to orgasm.

Fleetingly, I felt a surge of guilt and almost adjusted my position. It seemed wrong to entertain the idea of allowing another man to stimulate me. But I took a deep drink from the bottle and attempted to justify the situation. Firstly, my husband was an idiot. If he had just taken us home and had his way with me there, then I wouldn't have been in this situation in the first place. Secondly, the guy was asleep. I mean it's not like being unfaithful. In most senses of the word the guy was just like an inanimate object – a vibrator. It was no different to using a vibrator.

By this time, I could feel the heat that was building between my legs. I knew it was too late now - the damage was done, so I might just as well enjoy it. I opened my thighs a little to allow Dave's leg to press harder against my crotch.

Slowly, as the small rhythmic vibrations traveled through him like a conduit straight to my clitoris, I felt my excitement grow. Outwardly, I still sat forward tipping the bottle of wine down my throat and giving no overt signs of the tingling ebbs of pleasure rippling though me. Inwardly, my body reacted to the situation with an intensity that I have never known. My breasts, ample at 36c, pressed against the soft silk bra that held them beneath my dress and were suddenly sensitive as the seeds of lust took firm root. I could feel my nipples harden and press forward as though searching for escape, eager to be touched.

Lower down, the heat between my legs felt as though it had reached boiling point, the entrance to my pussy was no longer moist, but soaking my panties as its juices leaked in a stream from my wet hole. My eyes I knew would be glazed as I stared sightlessly forward, swept into a wanton need for fulfillment. I took another deep drink of wine and hoped my glazed look would be mistaken for drunkenness.

For another ten minutes, I rode in the back of my husband's car on the knee of his friend on a wave of heavenly pleasure. Every bump only increased my desire to orgasm over his friend's knee. But with every passing minute, the pleasure turned slowly to frustration. Every bump now teased my swollen clit with a promise that would never be satisfied, and I needed more. I wanted more. I bit my lip and nervously glanced behind me. Dave was out cold, as was Phil beside him and Geoff still gazed aimlessly out of the window. My pussy ached to be filled, and I realized that the point for consideration was long passed, my mind was already decided, I needed a cock, and nothing was going to stop me.

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Posted : 09/12/2012 1:59 am
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A plan had already formed in my mind and all that was required now was to put it into action.

"Honey, would you mind stopping at the petrol station on the way?" I smiled sweetly at Jas as he looked back at me in the rear view mirror.

"It's hardly on the way babe."

"I know, but since we are heading over to the guys, I'd like some smokes...besides, you can head home over the waste ground track. It'll take the same time."

A few hundred yards ahead, Jas turned onto the country lane. And shortly after that we pulled into the petrol station.

I jumped out of the car and headed into the shop, bought some cigarettes and then made a brief visit to the ladies room. Stage one complete.

Heading back to the car, I opened the door on Geoff's side and without waiting for an invitation squeezed in onto his lap, closing the door behind me. As Jas pulled out of the garage I asked him to turn up the music a little louder and then leaned back against Geoff,

"Hope you don't mind me coming over this side, its just Dave snores in my ear." Then I wriggled back until my ass was settled firmly over his cock.

"Er...no, it's fine," he mumbled, glancing briefly at the back of his wife's head before turning his head back to the window.

Stage two complete.

Beneath my ass, I could feel the outline of Geoff's cock pressing the material of my dress into the crack of my now naked cheeks. I could swear I had felt him grow a little when I settled onto his lap, but before I could progress I needed something more substantial.

I reached across the car, to the opposite side where I had left my bottle of wine, pressing my bum harder into his crotch as I did so. When I settled back, I twisted slightly, placing one arm around his shoulders, so that my braless tits were inches from his face, and offered him the bottle. He took a small drink, and offered the bottle back...nervously it seemed.

I took a deep drink, tipping my head back so that I couldn't see him. I pushed my chest out, so that my tits, pressed hard against the fabric of my dress would have no choice but to bulge out of the top. I could feel his eyes on them. Beneath me, I felt his cock pulse slightly. Seventy percent certain, I wanted just one more indication that I could safely proceed to fucking him.

"I need to get these damn shoes off," I muttered, bending forward whilst surreptitiously slipping the back of my dress up, so that my hairless slit, naked in all its glory now pressed directly down onto his crotch. I removed my shoes, and then sitting back upright, I lifted myself from his lap, and made a show of attempting to pull my dress back down, repeatedly brushing his cock through his trousers as I did so.

"Damn it." I slurred plopping down firmly in his lap and taking another deep swig of wine. "Damn dress is snagged now." And I wriggled back and forth, grinding my pussy against his readily hardening cock as though to emphasize the point.

"Er...You want me to try?" He asked.

"Ok." I hiccupped, and lifted my ass from his groin, shifting so that my weight pinned the dress to his thigh.

I waited, ass raised invitingly into the air, until his fingers clasped the hem, which lay directly beneath my moist pussy, and he attempted to pull it free. A few moments later, I knew we would turn onto the track which would lead us home. It was already dark, but once the main road was behind us it would be pitch black. It was now or never.

If I had been excited before, I was beyond myself now. Here I was, pussy open and dripping – desperate to be fucked like never before, and the man in question was not my husband, but my next door neighbor. His wife sat in the front seat, with my husband, both blissfully unaware that Geoff was about to be confronted with the dilemma of his life.

I knew from the bulge beneath me that Geoff was aroused, but how far would he take it? I had taken it this far, and in the next few moments would take it as far as I could without appearing anything other than drunk. Geoff however would be far from certain that I was offering him my pussy on a plate.
Stage three would see me lay my bare pussy into his hands...but what then? He might assume that being blind drunk I had no idea what I was doing. He would remove his hands and stare out of the window until we reached home. I was banking on the other option, where no man can resist a moist hole. He will take a leap of faith, and I will take another load of cum.

Geoff pulled again at the hem of my dress, and I felt it give. At that moment, the car turned off the main road, and onto the dark gravel track, there was a lurch as the front wheels found the first of many potholes, and I let my backside drop heavily onto his hands. His palms gripped my ass cheeks, and his fingers pressed into the soft wet flesh of my pussy.

"You know what..." I slurred..."It's good how it is." And I settled back against his body, holding his arms in place.

The next few moments seemed to hang in the air for an eternity. Geoff neither pulled away, nor delved in deep. Unsure of what to do, he just sat motionless. I dared not move, in case he took it as a protest against his invasion of my privates. Still, I was desperate. Softly, I rested my head back against his shoulder and let a quiet moan escape from the back of my throat.

For a moment there was nothing; then his fingers twitched slightly. Tentatively he began to edge the fingers of one hand deeper into my folds. I opened my legs invitingly, and felt the first finger slip inside to the knuckle. He withdrew his other hand, and slid it back, over my ass, and up until it slipped inside my dress and cupped my breast. He continued to finger fuck me, as I moaned in his ear and urged him to make me cum.

My juices flowed with renewed vigor, until I could feel them wetting his hand, and running down my thighs. Beneath me I could feel his cock straining for release, and slipping my hand between us, I freed it from its constraints. It felt shorter than Dave's, as I slid my hand from tip to sack. But as I lifted myself from his lap, and positioned myself above him, his prick penetrated my hole, spreading the wet folds until it seemed they would stretch no further. Still, I lowered my eager pussy onto his cock, exhaling sharply as the thick shaft relentlessly forced its way inside.

Unlike the relatively smooth ride that I had enjoyed whilst fucking Dave, the gravel track was a rollercoaster by comparison. Jolted and Jarred, I found myself bouncing around on Geoff's cock as it fell repeatedly from my gaping hole before plunging back inside. My pussy was on fire, and burned with a feverish intensity, anticipating each thrust that drove into my molten hole. Energetic spasms tore through my body, until it felt like the swollen head of his rampant prick was slamming right through me, attempting to drive its way into my stomach.

Suddenly the car lurched more violently than before, and for a moment, I found myself up in the air, before dropping back down onto the thick shaft that was impaling me over and over, this time sinking it so deep into my wanton pussy that I groaned uncontrollably.

"Are you Ok in the back there?" Jas asked.

"Yes." I replied quickly, grinding my pussy over the cock inside and feeling the upsurge of my impending orgasm, not so much welling inside as erupting, as pent-up pleasures of the past hour came flooding through me, in wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. "Oh fuck yes!"

We were nearing the end of the gravel track, just several hundred yards from the guy's house. Ahead, street lamps shone like beacons, marking the main road. Between here and there, I seemed to remember the track becoming exceptionally rough, and within seconds I knew I was right.

Violently, the car reared and heaved – throwing everyone inside about like rag dolls. Beside me, Phil and Dave groaned as their heads collided and they came awake with a painful start. Kim bounced in her seat, and I heard her mumble something about a bumpy ride. She had no idea. In the back seat, with her husbands cock filling my hole to bursting, I was having the bumpiest ride of my life – and loving it.

Orgasm after orgasm racked my body until every nerve quivered with surge after surge of electrical energy rushing through them. In the darkness, I could hear Dave mumbling to Phil. I was certain they would hear my breathing, but at this point I couldn't care less. Deep inside my pussy, I could feel Geoff's cock swelling well beyond its limits, and as the lurching motion drove his shaft relentlessly into the soaking hole between my legs, his hands tore inside my dress and groped my tits, kneading the flesh roughly.

I reached down and gripped his knees with my hands, grinding harder onto his pulsating shaft. A moment later, I felt his engorged head explode inside me, the warm spurt of his cum filling my hole. Again, I felt my climax nearing and I threw back my head and thrust my ass cheeks down as hard as they would go until every inch of him pounded into me.

"Oh fuck..." I groaned shamelessly as the flood of ecstasy swept though me.

A minute later, we pulled off the gravel track onto the main road and into the parking lot of Dave and Phil's flat. As Jas switched off the ignition, and swiveled to look into the back seat, I noticed that his wasn't the only glance to turn in my direction. Four pairs of eyes were silently making what they could of the scene before them. Geoff's cock had already slipped from my now gaping hole, and I had quietly zipped it back into his trousers. But sitting there before them, barely able to control my heavy breathing, dress askew and face no doubt flushed from the best fucking of my life...what could I say?

"So...how about that coffee?" I smiled.

After that incident Jeff regularly started fucking me in my husband’s absence. Shameful and immoral I know, but my relationship with Jeff developed as a devoted friendship that was built around raw, pure sex. It could never have been a husband -wife type relationship. I didn't like him enough to live with him. Jas knew abut the affair after one year. He tried to stop us many times but failed. My husband some time cries in front of me. Some time he begs. All the time I manage him by describing him how much I love him. Then I force him to fuck me to make him quite for the day. After making him come I always tell him, that he have to cope with the fact that his wife will be screwed by Jeff for the rest of his life. But I never told him that it all started with a bumpy ride.

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Posted : 09/12/2012 2:00 am