More from my car

My husband and I have an adventurous sex life. We love mutual masturbation just as much as intercourse. My husband (my boyfriend at the time) and I had a date the evening of the day I first masturbated in my Camaro. Before we left for dinner I told him what I did. As I described it, giving him every mind-blowing detail, I saw a familiar bulge begin to appear in his shorts. By the time I finished he was as hard as he could possibly be. I watched as he removed his shorts and boxers, resisting the almost overpowering urge to reach over and stroke him myself. He began to stroke his cock, fast at first. A few minutes go by then he slows his stroking. I knew he'd cum soon so I grabbed a small cup. A friend here (you know who you are) knows how fucking hot I get when a guy drinks his cum from a cup. A minute or so later his cock twitched and he unloaded into the cup. As he drank it I rubbed my pussy to an even more mind-blowing of an orgasm than I experienced in my car just a few hours earlier. Looks like we found a new outlet for the amazing love we share!

A month went by since that day. I began to love cumming in my car, every orgasm as intensly pleasurable as that first one. I decided it was time to include my husband in my fun. I knew he would love watching my pussy throb and gush its fluids as I moan in ecstasy. 

That morning I took a couple of items to my car: a cup for my husband and a second towel for me (I'm a squirter and I knew I'd cum extra hard with my husband with me). I told him we had plans for after our classes that day so we would need to take my car instead of driving separate vehicles. The day went by so slow. I was in a constant state of pussy-soaking arousal, causing me to need to change my thong three times. I almost failed a test due to the fact that my mind was on my pussy and how I so badly needed that pleasure I'd receive from an explosive orgasm. I managed to get through it though. As my husband and I drove to my spot, he kept asking where were we going and why did I smell like I had been fucking my pussy for a few hours (I didn't realize it was that noticable). I got there and proceeded to get into the backseat. He followed not knowing why. I began undoing my jeans and I reached into them rubbing my soaked clit through my thong. He got the idea and his face lit up with excitement. In seconds he stripped off his jeans and boxers. I continued with clit stimulation for another minute or so, savoring the pleasure. I then stripped off my jeans and thong and sat on the two folded towels. 

We sat there, me pinching my clit, my husband teasing the head of his gorgeous cock. I hoped someone would walk by, exciting me more. I began fingering my pussy with one finger and begging my husband to start stroking. At that point in our relationship I wasn't very vocal sexually (shocking, huh?) but that day I couldn't help it. My begging made him speed up his stroking and got me even hotter. I inserted two more fingers and began pounding my pussy so hard! I watched as he stroked squeezing the tip as he reached it. God he looked so hot!!! 

I was so close to cumming at that point. The towels and my legs were getting wet from the fluids leaking out of my tingling pussy. The pleasure I needed so bad was beginning to build. It felt sooooo good. My husband looked close to cumming too. His hand was almost a blur from stroking so fast. He grabbed the cup, getting it to his cock just in time to have his cum explode into it. Like a dam bursting, my orgasm hit. I desperately tried to keep silent but a scream came out. I had never felt such mind-numbing pleasure in my life!! It seemed to last minutes as my pussy squirted more than it ever had before. As it finally slowed I started to cry. It felt so amazing and I wanted to keep it going.

My husband drank his cum then we sat there holding each other for about a half-hour. Then we got dressed and went to my sister Stefie's house, completely forgetting about dinner. What happened next will have to wait for another story.