Rediscovering a Playpen for Sex

My parents’ car was a heck of a romper room when I was in high school. Heavy backseat sex. Front-seat flashing from dates. My first oral encounter with a pussy, and the mysterious wonders of tongue jobs, unfolded in that car as was my first experience with a girl stripping naked. After graduation, there was a disconnect with “auto”-eroticism. I was focused on college studies. Wanted to make something of myself. Had some sexual flings, of course, but in friends’ apartments. No longer needed a means of escaping parents. Flash forward a few years. Late one Friday night after Dani and I had been married for a year or so, we were driving home from a pub where we’d enjoyed pitchers of beer, darts games, dancing to country music and cutting up with friends. My lithe, charismatic mate with gem-like blue eyes, long, straight red hair, freckled fair skin and velvety soft pubic hair had teased me the whole time. A bit tipsy and horny, she had deliberately unbuttoned three top buttons on her shirt that flashed some beautiful 34B cleavage, which drives me wild. Triggers instant boners. Dani knew and laughed about it all night. “Hey, big guy,” she’d say as we sat at our table with mugs of beer. “How do you like this?” Then she’d scrunch her shoulders together and exhale, causing her shirt to fall open and her bra to fall away from her gorgeous tits. So on the way home in our small car, I was sexually charged and ready to play. “Hey, Dani,” I said as we drove along a busy major thoroughfare. “I dare you to take off your shirt.” Dares challenged Dani, and she’d do most anything if dared, as I’ve written in another story. “What?” she said. “Are you crazy?” “I dare you to take off your shirt,” I said again. “Well, I’ll just unbutton it all the way,” she said and did so, then pulled back her shirt, revealing her bra. That bra’s got to come off, too, I thought to myself. “I dare you to take off your shirt,” I repeated, and at that, pretending to be miffed, she leaned forward and slid off her shirt. “But you know what?” I said. “I dare you to take off your bra.” Dani didn’t hesitate. She unhooked her bra and slid each strap off of her shoulders. “You really want me to do this, huh?” "Yes! Now!" I said with a mock  order. She let her bra fall into her lap. There she sat so beautifully topless in the glow of passing streetlights and headlights. I reached over and felt up her tits. “Naked!” I said. “Naked on the night streets in Houston!” I began to create a scenario for her, fantasizing out loud about what could happen, how strangers would see her tits and want to suck her nipples, how she would let them because she loved for her tits to be sucked, how they would want to lick her pussy and she’d let them because they were strangers she’d never see again and how she loved her pussy to be kissed and licked. She got into the fantasy and talked back. Yeah, she said, I’d let them play with my tits. I'd let them kiss my pussy. I'd let them see me naked." “Dani,” I said, “I dare you to strip – slide off your jeans and panties. I dare you to get naked right here in the car on the freeway and masturbate. You’d love to do that for the strangers. They all want to fuck you. They want to see you naked.” She did it. Off went her jeans, off went her panties. She leaned back into the seat, spread her legs slightly and began to rub her pussy and finger-fuck herself. She kept it up all the way home, edging so as to not orgasm. We parked in the driveway. It was after 1 a.m. The neighborhood was quiet. “I dare you to run to the front door naked,” I whispered. She scooped up her clothes, hopped out of the car and bolted for the door. How beautiful her naked butt looked in the soft light. We were on our way to one of the best fucks we ever had. We’d discovered our fun new playpen for "dangerous sex" as we called it. There were more erotic adventures ahead. I’ll write about them.