Car sex

(Warning: contains descriptions of sex.)

About mid-week the wife says that the kid is going out Friday evening at about 7:30 so that’ll be time for sex. That’s all well and good. And I guess I should be thankful for what I can get. It would be preferable if our love making was frequent enough so that an appointment would not be necessary.

How about a little spontaneity?! OK, I know, spontaneity goes out the window when kids get to be of certain age and continues until they leave the house. By that time you’re lucky if you’re young enough for even semi-regular sex.

Speaking of spontaneity … the most spontaneous and dangerous thing we ever did sexually was in a car. I suppose that may be true for a lot of people. But this instance wasn’t having quick intercourse in the back seat.

One time — before we were married — we were on a trip back home from somewhere. This was before I realized that my wife was rather inhibited.

It was dark. I was driving along a long, straight stretch of highway. There was little traffic around.

I reached over and put my hand between her legs. She said something but I didn’t stop. I started rubbing her. She was a bit surprised by it all but she seemed to like it.

After not too long I slipped my hand under the waistband of her jeans and panties. My fingers felt the mound of her lower tummy and then her pubic hair before finding her clitoris. Just then she unbuttoned her jeans giving me freer access.

She slid down in the seat a bit and spread her knees apart. After working her clit more I pushed my finger into her vagina and started moving in and out. She as very wet.

Every now and then a car would approach and I’d pull my hand out. Fortunately that was necessary just a few times. I stopped purely for safety’s sake. It was so dark no one would have been able to see what I was doing inside.

After the car passed I’d slip my hand under her panties again. I told her to pull her panties down more to allow me better access and an occasional glance at her pussy.

I worked a couple fingers inside her for awhile but then concentrated on her clitoris. After not too long she moaned loudly and clenched her legs together … what she usually did — and does — when she has an orgasm while I’m fingering her pussy.

By now I had a raging hard-on. As she pulled her panties and pants back up and buttoned her jeans I said, “what about me?”

She said, “no, it’s too dangerous and too messy.”

I’d like to say that when we got back to her place we had sex for hours. Unfortunately it was a long time ago and all I remember was fingering her.

I’m reminded of a couple years earlier. That was before I met my wife. I was returning home from an out-of-town business appointment. It was a Saturday and I was casually dressed. I started thinking of a woman I had just started dating. I was running various scenarios through my head as to how I would have sex with her the first time.

It didn’t take much of this daydreaming to give me a serious erection. I started rubbing my crotch now and then as I continued to imagine taking this woman’s clothes off.

It was about a two-hour drive and I just couldn’t get my fantasies of fucking this woman out of my head. I kept driving and kept rubbing. Back then I was a pretty accomplished masturbater and could control myself. But this time — maybe because I was paying more attention to driving — I suddenly realized that I was about to cum in my pants and it was too late to stop it from happening.

Bleh, what a mess — and I was still 45 minutes from home. It wasn’t a particularly comfortable ride. That’s one I wouldn’t forget.

Other than kissing I never had any other sex in a car. Oh well. There are a lot better places.

These days the wife and I stick to the bedroom because that’s where she wants to do it. Years ago we had the “couch position” that she particularly liked. It was nothing complicated. I’d sit on the couch with my legs wide and then she’d sit on my penis facing away from me. She could ride me and I could watch her ass go up and down as my penis went in and out of her … very nice.

As I was saying in the beginning … we had an appointment for sex on Friday night. Unfortunately I got a call from work and something needed to be handled right away, so instead of riding the wife I was riding my damn laptop.

Saturday morning, however, we did do it; missionary style the whole way. Think we’ll do it again this month?