The Ride Home

We were riding along in our Jeep Wagoneer, heading home from a weekend visit to relatives on the other side of the state, a much older aunt and uncle of mine. Saturday and Sunday nights there, and it was now Monday evening, our holiday weekend coming to an end. No sex; the walls were thin in their small but comfortable home, and Jane thought it best that we refrain from "nocturnal activities", so we did. And it was a busy, fun-filled touristy weekend, no time for me to ask the questions I wanted to ask. Seems that the weekend before, while mowing the grass in the back yard, I'd walked past our bedroom window and happened to see Jane through a gap between the curtain and the edge of the window. She was naked, sitting on the toilet, legs spread, and masturbating like there was no tomorrow. Surprise, surprise - we'd been married for a couple of years, and I had no idea that she masturbated. Heck, no idea women masturbated at all, to be honest. (This was back in the early '70s, and nowhere near the information and knowledge available then as there is now.) I made three or four passes around the yard, getting an eyeful each time I passed that window, and yes, getting harder by the minute. Finally, I'd finished the lawn, and hurried inside just as Jane walked out of the bathroom. She quickly assessed the situation, and we found ourselves in bed doing what can't be mentioned here. But during the coming week, no time to talk, and I really wasn't sure what questions to ask anyway. Fast forward to our ride home. About two hours from the house yet, about half an hour past sunset, and I'd finally managed to bring the subject of masturbation up. She seemed reluctant to talk about it at first, but after describing to her what I had seen and convincing her I found it quite interesting and arousing, she loosened up a bit and talked more freely about it. My questions were probably simple and perhaps even a bit naive in nature - how did she do it, how often did she do it, things like that. And during the next hour, I learned even more about just how horny my wife really was. The 4-5 times a week we had sex wasn't the half of it. Turns out she managed time to masturbate almost daily in addition to our sex life. About an hour to go on our drive yet, and I asked, "All this talk about it - you horny now?" "Yes." "Want me to grab an exit and find a place to do it?" "Yeah, if you want." "Fuck, or maybe just masturbate together? I'd love to watch, you know." She thought about it for a couple of minutes, then said, "You sure? Really?" "Really. I'd love to." "Okay." We were in luck - an exit was coming up in just a couple of miles, a state road crossing the interstate we were on, and soon we were heading down that road, looking for a side road to pull off onto. Didn't take long, and soon I'd shut the Wagoneer off and pushed the seat back as far as it'd go (bench seat back in those days). But we soon discovered a problem - the dome light in the vehicle was burned out, and with no moon and a mostly cloudy night, we could hardly see a thing. We sat there for a moment, disappointed. "Damn," she finally said. "I am horny, too." "Tell you what," I finally suggested. "Think you can do it if I've got my arm around you and my hand on top of yours?" She thought a bit, then said she'd try, she really was horny. She shifted close to me, unzipped her jeans, lifted her butt up a bit, and slid her jeans and panties down past her knees. "Almost like before we got married," she said. "Remember that old Chevy?" "Yeah. We did make good use of that front seat, didn't we?" I wrapped my arm around her, found her hand in the dark, and she slipped it down between her legs. "Just kinda opening up the lips now," she whispered. "I am wet. Will bring some of the moisture up onto my clit. Feels a bit better that way." And then she was quiet for the next few minutes, her fingers moving slowing to start with, then picking up the pace as her pleasure built up. Soon, a soft moan escaped from her lips. "Getting closer...mmmm...this does feel good. Gonna cum... Mmmm!" And cum she did, long and hard. Finally, she lifted her fingers up to my mouth. "Wanna taste?" Of course I did, and I licked her fingers clean. "Your turn," she said. "But since I can't see anything, how about a quick blow job? I can watch you jack off another time." "Sounds good to me." And you can use your imagination on that. Suffice it to say that I had a strong orgasm too! The rest of the ride home went quickly, and once in bed, we enjoyed a quick round of "in and out" before falling asleep in each others arms.