It was nine forty-five on a Tuesday morning. Joe drearily started his truck and was headed out to a job site. He felt as if the cup of coffee he brought with him was the only thing keeping his eyes open as he headed toward the main drag.
Arriving at the last cross street before a row of shops he saw a SUV make a right turn just as the light turned green for him. In an instant his eyes were laser focused and he was wide awake.
It was Sandi, and she was driving right in front of him. He felt his cock move forward as if it was being pulled magnetically in her direction.
Sandi had no idea that by sheer luck he was now right behind her. Joe wasn't about to honk and draw attention to the two of them. He took a moment to check his rear view mirror and the surrounding cars as he knew it wasn't above Keith to follow her.
Keith had become a little more suspicious (with good reason) since he had learned his wife had been fucking, sucking and swallowing the cum of his former best friend.
At the end of the commercial row the single lane split into two. Joe took the opportunity to pull right next to her. Again, she did not notice. She was in full Ms. Proper mode, paying attention to the traffic and thinking about doing a good job at work today.
Joe stared over at her perfect auburn hair curled up just above the shoulders of her white blouse. The shirt was buttoned to the neckline and accessorized with a gold chain. Behind it he could see the outline of her perfect tits, constrained within the two snap bra that pinned them in.
And although the mirrored sunglasses she was wearing hid her cat eyes, Joe could picture them in his mind looking up at him from one of the last times they had been together.
That had been a day several years earlier. On that particular morning Keith had just left for work, not paying attention to the man in the hooded sweatshirt walking down his street.
As soon as Joe had seen the tail lights turn the corner he was already walking up Keith and Sandi's driveway. As usual he had carried a tool bucket and tape measure, so any peeking neighbors would think there was work going on.
At the end of the driveway he opened their backyard gate and entered. Closing the gate, he then set the tools down and walked over to the fogged downstairs bath window.
He knew the program well back then: as soon as Keith left Sandi would jump in the shower to start her day. Prior to leaving Keith always expected Sandi to have coffee made and some sort of breakfast.
She was also responsible for making the bed and cleaning the house, along with a bevy of other demands. Keith's list never favored Sandi but you would never catch her complaining. It wasn't her style.
Sandi actually liked the fact that she did all the laundry, especially when it came to dealing with the cum and pussy juice stained sheets that she and Joe would make during their "sessions."
Joe also knew that day she wouldn't complain seeing him. They were in love and could not get enough of each other's company.
Back then Joe would regularly pick Sandi up at her work for lunch hour and drive to the nearest open parking lot. There they would spend most of the hour exploring each other with fingers and mouths.
Rarely would they get a block away from him picking her up before Joe's finger would find its way into Sandi's always smooth and wet pussy. In fact Sandi had taken to wearing skirts and dresses to work more often to give her lover faster access to some lunchtime snatch.
Joe had noticed the underwear and nylons he used to have to navigate soon turned to just sheer nylons that were see through and easy to pull down.
No one at Sandi's work would know for sure that Ms. Proper's pussy was in clear view under her dress, but he was sure many had tried to get a peek.
Once parked Sandi would pull up her dress so Joe could see her little tuft of black pussy hair and the thin lips below it through the sheer fabric.
Sandi never had a problem letting Joe see her private parts. She would show him anything he wanted to look at, from her tits to her pussy to her tiny back door entrance.
She would also do anything he asked her to, and would always ask him what he liked sexually.
Once her nylons were down she would straddle his cock as fast as he could expose it, and rub the hard tip back and forth across her tiny pink clit. He would marvel at how large his erect dick looked when it was against her tiny hands.
While she stroked and pushed his cock against her Joe would release her perfect tits by pulling down her dress at the shoulders or unbuttoning her blouse and freeing the twins.
Joe found it sexy that Ms. Proper would be so constrained as work, yet parked just a few blocks away would be entirely naked on top of him, not giving one shit who saw her tits, pussy and ass through the car window.
Joe found that to be a turn on as well. He knew every guy has a fantasy of seeing a naked woman in a car. He sure did. And he didn't really mind since he was the one getting the benefits of having a an unclothed beautiful woman between him and the steering wheel.
After stroking her tiny clit to near climax with the head of his cock she would always demand he put it inside of her for "just a minute." Joe was amazed how lithe she was, lifting herself up and impaling her pussy on his rock hard cock without any awkward misses or the horn sounding.
"Don't worry," she would always say, "you know I'll take care of you after." She would then kiss him deeply.
Joe knew that meant after sliding into that smooth canal between her legs he would soon be half way down her throat. He was positive she was just as hooked on the taste of her own love juices as he was. The taste, he had to admit, was addicting.
Sandi loved being on top. It gave her the ability to control the bounce and timing of Joe's cock while it was going inside her. She found it much more exciting and so different than her husband, who treated her simply as an outlet to deposit his sperm.
Joe would marvel at how Sandi's tits would move in perfect circles, as if they were synchronized. And how her nipples would bounce off his chest and face while she was in motion. His cock would get warmer and wetter as his pre-cum and hers worked together to lubricate his blood filled rod.
Often, as she moved off him and took a position over the tip of his hard on, Joe would peek into the outside mirror. More than once he saw a body standing there looking in at an angle.
He was sure they could see his glistening cock move into an open mouth with ruby red lips, and the stiff nipples from her big tits swinging freely while she engulfed him.
His solution for watchers was to close his eyes, take a handful of those tits and let them watch if they were so inclined.
He wondered if they ever heard the "Mmmmm" sound Sandi always made when he shot his load into her wanting mouth, or stuck around to see how she hung on long after he came, milking him and keeping his cock warm till it went completely soft.
Joe recalled a time or two where after cumming in Keith's wife's mouth she held on so long that he got hard again. Her response to feeling another man's growing cock between her cheeks would be to massage his balls while slowing working up to sucking speed again.
As his cock grew it would find its way deeper and deeper into the waiting mouth. She would support the base with her tiny hand, keeping him upright until enough blood returned, and then stroking his handle as she worked her mouth like a pussy until she was rewarded with a second helping of cum.
So it was, on that particular day, that Joe both wanted to and needed to put his cock into Sandi's mouth. He looked into the opaque window to see the outline of Sandi in the shower. She was soaping up her tits and stomach as the water hit her face.
He wondered if she masturbated often under that warm stream from the shower head. If she used her hands and fingers to get herself off after her husband had left for work.
He had shown her how to suck her own nipples in front of him, and was curious if she would do that alone as well.
The view was not clear enough for the answers, so he banged on the glass. Sandi jumped and turned off the shower. She could see the outline of Joe's big head through the glass.
"Fuck, Joe," she yelled through the glass. "You scared the shit out of me!"
"Sorry. Bad time? I can leave."
"Don't you dare. Come to the back door."
Joe knew the drill, and by the time she got to the back door he had his boots halfway off. Sandi greeted him wearing only her thin blue silk robe. She was still wet underneath, and the silk clung to the outline of her tits and her pointed nipples.
With wet hair she always looked completely different, it hung straight and close to the side of her head, not the giant swirl of squirrel nest that she had to tame when it dried.
She greeted him with a kiss and he complied. His hands went immediately inside the open robe to feel those soft round jugs with the hard tips.
