At dinner, we were like a couple of teenagers, sitting on the same side of the booth, really close, kissing and snuggling. It was great. After we had ordered, I took my arm from around her shoulders; she gave me a what the hell look, but then I slid my hand up her thigh, unbuttoned her jeans, and slipped my hand in her pants. I slide my hand down and slip two fingers into her pussy. She gasps.
"Don't stop," she tells me.
So I start working my fingers in a little bit at a time. I know my wife takes a minute, but I get her wet and then really start going at it. Starting off smooth and nice, but once it really gets wet, I speed it up. She's enjoying herself, trying not to moan out loud. The waiter comes over and sets our salads down. I smile at him, as does my wife.
"Need anything?" he asks.
"No," Dani says quickly, "we are fine."
He leaves. She grabs the table with both hands, and I feel her cum. I pull my fingers out slowly and pinch her clitoral area; she gasps but smiles at me, then drags me in for a big kiss.
"Jesus, that was great," she tells me. "I have no idea what's come over you, but I like it."
"Me too," I smile back, thinking of Maresol's ass and bald pussycat.
We eat our salads, and our main course comes. We enjoy stealing kisses and having fun conversations for a bit, until Dani starts looking around suspiciously.
"What?" I ask.
"Is anybody around?"
I look; we are in the back corner of the restaurant. There are a few people near us, but not too many. A couple get up and leave, so we are practically alone in our area.
"Not too many are around. No one is looking," I say, still scanning, thinking she saw someone we knew or something.
"Then check this out," she says.
I turn back; she has her left tit out of her shirt and gives the nipple a quick pinch. "Suck it, quick."
I lean over and give it a quick suck and a nibble. She grabs my head and holds it there for a minute,so I keep sucking, then let go.
"Wow!" I tell her.
"Guess it's gotten into me too," she giggles. She reaches down and grabs my cock, which is already getting hard. "Let's get out of here. I think I need you to ram me before we even get home."
I pay the bill quickly, and we make it to the car. We get in, and I start to drive us home. We get out of the parking lot, and I hear, "Hey, babe."
I look, and my wife, Dani, has her top off. Her big, white jugs are just hanging out. Her large pink nipples were hardening in the cold. I almost wrecked the car.
"You like these?" she says, sounding surprised.
"Absolutely!"
"Well, reach over and grab a feel."
So I let go with my right hand and got a feel. I rub one boob, then the other, massaging and cupping. I pinch the nipple, and she sucks in a breath.
"My nipples are so sensitive," she almost moans, "keep it up."
So I pinch and flick and play with her nips. All of a sudden she moans, "Holy shit! I just came."
"Really?" I ask.
"Yeah, it was awesome. Pull over, I need dick."
I pull down a side street and into a park. My wife wastes no time stripping off her pants and staring over at me, saying, "Push your seat back; you had me twice from behind; now I want to ride you."
I push the seat all the way back, and she reaches over and undoes my pants. "Scoot a bit; I don't want to feel your pants, just you." So I lift my buttocks up and let my pants fall to my feet. She climbs over and straddles me. It's a tight fit, but my plump little wife makes it work. She slides down on my engorged cock.
"God, this feels good," she says, bouncing up and down. I am getting beat up by her titties in my face, but I ain't complaining. I slurp a nipple as it goes by. "Yes," she moans, "suck me." I do. I grab her hips and help her ride. She slaps my hands away. "I want to do this."
"What do I do with my hands?" I ask, popping a nipple out of my mouth.
"Play with my ass. Spank me, pinch my nips," she says as she grabs me and kisses me deep.
I have no idea what's come over her; I know what's up with me, but I love it. I grab her ass hard, then, still gripping with my right hand, smack it hard with my left. She moans a little in my mouth and shoves her tongue at me. Her hands go down and pull my shirt up and off. I feel her breasts sliding along my hairy chest.
"I love that," she says. "I love your hairy chest on my sensitive nipples, OH." And she cums.
I haven't, so she keeps going. Her lips lock back on mine. I slide my right hand up and grab her boob, then pinch her nipple. She tongues me harder and speeds up. I smack her ass again, then again. Twisting her nipple, kissing her back but letting her bounce. I feel her tighten up for a second orgasm, and as she goes, so do I.
"Oh yeah," she says as she slumps into me.
Then the lights came on behind us. It's the cops. Dani looks scared and wild-eyed as she is still on my lap.
"Don't move," I tell her.
"What?" she exclaims.
"Just use my shirt to cover up, but if you move, we both will get it."
"You're right," she says. She slides my shirt on; it never ceases to amaze me how women can change in cars and tight places. Or how good she makes my clothes look. She just gets my shirt on when there is a tap at the window. I rolled it down.
"All right, kids, you can't be doing that," starts the voice of a familiar officer, then stops abruptly. "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson?"
I look up and see it's our son's friend Tom.
"Hi, Tom," I say.
