Roadside Assistance: A Short Story

Some things are so hot, you just have to share…

It was a dark and stormy night. Really, it was. Stay with me here.

I braved the downpour to pick up my husband from his best friend’s bachelor party around 2 AM. When he told me the party had been fun but the strippers were “lame,” well, I figured I should do something to spice up the night for the groom-to-be.

I would have loved to take both men back to my house for sex in all sorts of fun combinations, but between the rain, the late hour, and the fact that half the attendees were still partying it up at the best man’s house, we didn’t have a lot of options. My husband could disappear without comment, but the guest of honor would surely be missed.

I was pleased when L came out, along with my husband, to greet me. He was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, already settled in for the night. I rolled down the car window and he planted a soft kiss just beside my lips, but in his eyes I saw a yearning for more. I heaved a sigh that told him I wanted more, too. He glanced around the front yard; no one else was outside. He leaned in again for a deeper kiss. At the same time, my husband’s hand caressed my thigh through my thin, silky pajama pants.

I bit my lip and contemplated Harley for a moment. Then my husband had an idea that made it a Much Better Night for everyone. “How about we, um, have a talk,” he said to Harley. My husband stepped out of the car, leaning over the roof. Harley stepped back for a moment to follow suit, the smile growing on his face.

I didn’t understand immediately. “So. An interesting night,” my husband said.

I looked from the driver’s side window to the passenger side. I realized what was happening as Harley lowered the waistband of his shorts and moved in closer to the car door. Then he, too, leaned over the roof of the car. I licked my lips as his cock came to life, dangling right in front of my face.

“Well, go ahead,” my husband said.

The two men made idle chatter over the roof of the car as I sucked, licked and fondled. The falling raindrops mixed with my saliva and his pre-cum for a sensual, exciting taste in my mouth unlike anything I’d ever experienced. He forced his cock through the open car window as I deep-throated him expertly.

I closed my eyes and imagined a shared fantasy, a glory–hole. “I’d recognize the taste of your cock,” I had teased him once. “But it would still be fun!”

As the rain pounded harder against the roof of the car, as well as through the window and onto my face, I increased the intensity of my sucking. I ran my mouth over his shaft faster, forcing it deeper and deeper into my mouth with each movement.

Every so often, I opened my eyes to peer outside the car, making sure no one had come out of the house, while thinking it could get even more interesting if another friend decided to join us.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth for a moment to breathe, letting my hand take over where my lips left off. With the rain coming down in heavy streams now, I jerked him off rapidly, teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue. His cock grew extremely hard, the pressure building up as I brought him closer to orgasm.

At just the right second, I wrapped my mouth around him, drawing him deep inside my mouth to swallow the warm fluids that squirted like a geyser down my throat. I swallowed the first wave, and the second, then pulled back to breathe, licking stray drops of cum from my lips.

I heard my husband breathe heavily from the other side of the car, as Harley’s knees buckled after the exhilaration of his orgasm. I blinked, smiled, wiped my lips and leaned back against the headrest. Once again, I wasn’t sure what was happening when Harley hurriedly pulled up his pants and made a random comment to my husband.

Then I heard a screen door slam shut and footsteps coming down the drive.

“Hey, what’s up?” I heard one of the groomsmen say. Not just “one of the groomsmen,” but the most attractive (aside from my husband, of course.)

“Hi,” Harley said. “Just getting ready to come in.”

“We’d better be going,” my husband said, opening the car door and climbing into the car.

I gazed out the window at the groomsman, said hi to him, then winked at my husband and wiped my mouth with satisfaction.

“Next?” I joked.

Note: The story you just read was a work of fiction. Had it been a true account, your resident swinging blogger would have insisted on a condom. Strawberry, of course.

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