Living a life with no limits can be an amazing thing. Doing it with someone who tries to do the same can be the stuff of legend.
My wife Amy has been my partner and cohort for four years. We had fostered a trust between one another that made our continued sexual exploration possible. But, just when I thought Amy and I had done everything, the moment I thought we had explored the deepest darkest corners of physical intimacy, she would reveal something about herself or hint at a new frontier.
It was on a family trip to upstate New York that Amy would once again push a limit and test the bonds of trust that we had work so hard to build by revealing a part of herself that nothing in our storied past could have prepared me for.
Her parents owned a cottage on one of the many lakes that dotted the northern part of the state. She had many fond memories of the place and had always wanted to take me to where she spent her summers as a kid. So, we loaded up the car and made a road trip out of it, making sure to have fun along the way!
Amy wore gray yoga pants and a tight tank top for the car ride. She was beautiful with long curly brown hair, smokey eyes, high cheekbones, perfect breasts, and legs that went on forever. Amy's beauty was not cute. It was regal, graceful, distinguished, imperial even. As the miles rolled by, I looked over and saw her right leg resting on the dash. Her hand laid limp between her legs. She was gazing out the window at the cars we passed. Her fingers began to move - barely noticeably at first. I could tell her mind was racing. Slowly, rhythmically, her fingers would curl and then circle. I smiled as I listened to her breathe in time with her petting. I saw a small wet spot emerge between her legs. Seeing her made me swell. Amy loved to be watched, and I loved watching her, but I figured why should I be the only one who gets to enjoy the show?
Looking down the road, I saw a black SUV in the right hand lane. I pulled up beside it and slowed down. It took a second, but the guy driving finally looked over. Amy's leg was still up on the dash. Her eyes were half closed and her hand was inside her pants rubbing feverishly. His eyes darted from the road to Amy and back again. I said, "Amy look". She opened her eyes turned her gaze toward the gentleman in the SUV. Their eyes locked. Amy began to moan. "Oh, God. I'm going to cum" she whispered.
Her fingers began sliding in and out of her pussy. I could hear how wet she was by the sound they made. Finally, her other leg came up, her back arched, and her head flew back. The tiny wet spot between her legs grew instantly to cover her inner thighs. The man in the SUV stared, his face turning deeper shaded of red as Amy withdrew her fingers and began licking them clean. We chuckled as I pulled away.
"That was fun." she said.
"You are so sexy, Amy! I know what he'll be doing later," I replied.
"Mmmm," she purred, "I hope sooner than later."
The rest of the drive was pretty uneventful. We pulled up to the cottage as the sun was setting. It was a beautiful home with a wrap around porch and large windows that looked out over the water. The long gravel road that lead to the house was lined with tall grass. Small bugs danced in the waning light. Her folks, Don and Nancy, were waiting outside to greet us. They were both tall and slender like Amy.
Her dad greeted me with a smile and a handshake. He gave Amy a big hug.
"How was the drive?" he asked us both.
"Long, but good." Amy smiled.
We both hugged her mom as she said, "Come on in."
I carried the bags as Nancy led the way to our room.
"Thank you so much for having us. This place is just as beautiful as Amy described," I noted, staring out the window out onto the lake.
