Highway Handjob

My husband and I just celebrated our 10th anniversary and were driving back from visiting family several states away.  It was our first trip together since the onset of the pandemic.  At one point, we stopped for lunch and to use the restroom. 

Upon getting back onto the highway, he became very preoccupied with his phone.  I figured he was either studying a map app or was on Grindr. Imagine the shock when I found out it was the latter.  LOL    Here I am, driving down the road at 75mph on our anniversary, while he is sitting in the passenger seat cruising for pole and hole.  Did I get pissed?   It was more like erect.  My cock started to swell up and continued to grow as he read his online exchanges to me and shared pics. 

I have not had on a pair of underwear since before the pandemic began, and apparently when I used the restroom at lunch, I must not have zipped up my shorts.  He noticed and advised me of this when he saw the tent and reached over for a feel. 

At this point, most of my dong is sticking out through the zipper opening as it continues its journey to full mast.  He begins to stroke it and rub the precum around my purple mushroom head.  I quickly unbuttoned my shorts and slipped them down a bit so he could bring pleasure to my balls too.   The whole time my husband is stroking me, driving down the interstate, he continues to read Grindr exchanges and show pics of his online suitors.  I kept looking up at the truckers we passed wondering if they were getting a show. 

This went on for a good 15 minutes or so.  The precum was flowing and my cock was getting more and more slippery and swollen.  I knew I was about to spew sperm.  I asked him to caress my balls while I finished myself off.  I don’t think I got in 5 strokes before I let out a carnal scream and a couple off thick, white ropes of semen shot onto my shirt.  I removed my soiled hand as my sac sauce continued to erupt from the slit.  It pooled at the base of my shaft and then began to ooze down between my thigh and balls and into my ass crack.   The car windows were up and the smell wafting up from my crotch was intoxicating.  I scooped up a bit of the mess and licked my fingers.   I pulled up my shorts and left the rest of it to dry and to continue to fill the car with that unmistakable man fragrance.

I thought my sperm tanks were empty, but apparently not.  At 53 years old, I awoke later that night at 2:30am in the middle of a major wet dream.  Damn!  Soiled car seat, shirt, and sheets in just a few hours.  

I cannot wait for another road trip – with my husband or……..