Rest Stop Pleasuring

Somebody asked for stories about public masturbation/displaying activities involving my wife.

We used to do a lot of travelling on western Canadian highways. It’s still fun to pass small-town and roadside motels and lodges and remember the hot sex we once (or more!) had there. This is about a time a few years back when we saved a few bucks utilizing a highway rest stop partially funded by our hard-earned tax dollars.

We were driving east on the Trans-Canada between Revelstoke and Golden, B.C. The wife, out of nowhere, remarked how horny she was. I said there was nothing we could do about it together unless we stopped in Golden and delayed our travels. She replied that she didn’t know about that and started groping my cock through my jeans, bringing me to instant hardness. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled it into her clothed crotch. “I think we should stop at that roadside rest stop outside Golden,” she said and pulled her bullet vibrator out of her purse and laid it in one of the cup-holders in the console between us.

I pulled into the rest stop, 40 kilometres or so west of Golden and parked to the side, facing the outstanding view over the far side of the highway. We pulled our pants and underwear down to our ankles and put a blanket from the backseat loosely over cock and cunt. This was springtime, so the passing traffic wasn’t that busy. We began some hot necking and slow stroking of our genitals. Our excitement had reached quite a pitch when another car pulled in maybe 20 feet to our right. Out popped a middle-aged couple and two female teenagers who stretched their legs and used the washroom facilities. We stopped necking, but neither of us stopped masturbating the other as the people strolled around the rest stop. From their angle, they could only see our heads and upper torsos apparently innocently taking in the mountain and valley views.

My wife’s cuntlips were getting sopping wet, so I grabbed the little vibe, turned it on and pushed it against her hard clit and recently shaved labia. She moaned something about “we shouldn’t be doing this,” but couldn’t stop herself from humping on my hand and the vibe. Gasping heavily and staring fixedly across the highway, she came to a prolonged climax. I wanted to make her cum again, but she took the vibe and turned it off. She continued her slow wanking of my thick curved cock under the blanket as the family got back into their car and pulled out from the rest stop.

By now my pre-cum was dripping freely and I was in ecstatic pleasure as my wife did full-length strokes of my shaft, occasionally sliding down to squeeze and caress my tightly drawn-up balls. I could feel my cumshot beginning from the depths of my perineum and, naturally, a semi-trailer chose that moment to pull over into the rest stop, passing in front of our car. I began helplessly spurting my big load all over my t-shirt, groaning in throbbing pleasure, and the wife milked me dry in wet pulses that coated my pubes and her hand. My wife said the semi driver was looking down into our car as he passed and I shot off, so we cleaned the cummy mess, put our clothing back in place, and drove on.