I dream that I am driving on the interstate highway outside of town, in the early a.m. hours. In the center of the back seat of the car is my lover. On her right is seated a man, on her left another. In the front seat with me is a woman, who had previously been in the company of the two men who now sandwich my lover in the backseat between them. Although the dream does not reveal how we all came to be in the car together, in my mind that isn't a problem. I seem to know, and it apparently has something to do with a "debt" of some kind which is owed to this group by me. The "payment", of course, is going to be sexual.
The talk in the backseat is of a frank nature, with the two guys speaking in murmured tones about what they intend to do with their fellow passenger. She raises no voice in protest of their salacious designs. There's a lot of shuffling and groping and other indistinct sounds coming from the backseat, but I can only take momentary glimpses in the rearview mirror of what's going on back there, as I have to keep my eyes (mainly) on the road ahead. However, the woman in the front seat with me turns her head around frequently, keeping her eyes glued on the back seat occupants. Seemingly oblivious to me, her hands roam between her legs, rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her clothes.
At one point as we cruise down the highway, a passing trucker flashes his truck lights in appreciation of the eyeful he must be getting when he passes us on the right. He slows down for awhile, revving his diesel engine and blasting his airhorn into the night like a horndog coyote! The woman beside me laughs, blows him a kiss, and then says, "slow down to let this clown pass us, before he loses control of his rig and causes an accident." She unbuttons her blouse and flashes her tits at him as I shift into a lower gear, forcing him to race ahead. We drive onward, leaving the town far behind.
Adjusting the rear view mirror, I now see a pair of pants on the back dash of the car. Both of the men appear to be fully clothed, their arms brazenly fondling and groping their fellow passenger. I surmise that the pants don't belong to them...
We stop at a roadside rest. It is dark outside but a circle of soft, pale light from a lamppost illuminates the immediate area of our car. After I switch off the engine, the back door swings open and the two men get out, holding their captive firmly between them. She is still wearing her dark leather jacket, but somehow her blouse and bra are missing and, most surprising, her pants have been removed. She appears almost delirious, unsteady on her feet, and the two men lead her away, holding onto both her arms. My feelings are conflicted as I watch them pulling at her. I am jealous as hell...but also strangely aroused.
Although she appears hesitant, she doesn't struggle with the two men. They lead her to a nearby set of picnic tables in a darkened area of the deserted roadside rest. Sitting her up on the edge of the closest table, one man seats himself beside her and the other one stands between her legs. Jealousy takes over and I start to leave the car, but the woman beside me runs her hand up my pantleg until it rests on my crotch.
She purrs, "Stay where you are.... There's nothing you can do. She won't be harmed. In fact she is going to enjoy this more than she may want to admit. Besides, I'm going to stay here with you and make it worth your while." She gives my cock a squeeze and then slides her panties down to her knees. The nightlight splashes on her smooth thighs. Reason and arousal triumph over jealousy....
