Twenty-Four
T ypical of me, I get married to the woman I can’t believe lowered herself to be with me, and I can’t even fuck her on our wedding night. I guess I shouldn’t look at that as a hint at what she’d signed up for, but I couldn’t help it.
“We need to get driving, Stitch. Where shall we go?”
I rattled the keys in my hand.
“Anywhere you want, wife. Where do you want me to drive us?”
She laughed, and snatched the keys.
“I’m adding driving one of these to my bucket list, so you have to let me drive for a bit. This is so cool! You choose though. There must be places you want to see, or revisit um… you know, for fun.”
“Before I die, you mean. Good call, gorgeous. Get that fine ass behind the wheel, and we’ll get going.”
She glanced down at the mid-length purple dress she must have borrowed from Lissa.
“I should change into something more suitable for driving in.”
I smirked at her, suddenly full of wicked ideas for my sweet little wife.
“No, you’re wearing this. It looks fucking stunning on you, but you’re gonna want to lose the underwear I’m assuming you’re wearing.”
She shot me a look. “Oh, am I?”
I slid my hands up under the back of the dress, and down into the silky underwear she wore, cupping both ass cheeks .
“Yep… gonna want you bare and at my mercy for the drive.”
She glanced at the keys in her hand again.
“While I drive? Isn’t that kind of, well, dangerous?”
I used my hands inside her underwear to ease them down her legs, grinning when she willingly stepped out of them.
“You’ll just have to keep your focus, little wifey. I’m sure you can manage that.” I held up the silky pants, which had little hearts all over.
“Hmmm very pretty. Not yours though, right?”
She frowned, snatching for them, but I dodged her easily.
“Lissa bought them, but they were new. I guess they’re mine now.” I lifted them to my face, and breathed in. That right there, that’s the scent of my lady. My fucking wife. I wished I’d made her my old lady too, but it wouldn’t have been fair to make her wear my ink, when I wouldn’t be around long enough to even see it settle in and become a part of her. No matter how much I wanted her name on me when I died.
We headed off without a destination in mind, and despite the seating setup in this thing, which meant we weren’t exactly close together, I was fully intending to interfere with my wife as she drove, but not in a way that’d risk her life. I just had to be touching her, or doing something to her, because when time’s limited, you use every fucking second, and that was something I was finally starting to grasp.
“How about somewhere near the sea? I think Alicia printed off some stuff. I haven’t seen the sea in years.”
Not a bad idea. I quickly agreed, and suggested a location a few hours from us, so she set course for the beach, while I used my phone to source somewhere we could pay to park up for a night or two.
“We should stop for lunch or… well, it’s a bit late for lunch, but… Stitch, what are you doing?”
Yeah, I’d finished with my phone, and set it aside, unfastening my seat belt to edge closer to her.
“Well, I just added some stuff to my bucket list, which you promised to help me with, remember?”
She groaned. “Am I going to regret this?”
I leaned over the gap between our seats, and slid my hand up her thigh, under the hem of that pretty dress .
“Do you normally regret feeling good, wifey? I figured since my bucket list includes ‘fingering my wife while she drives’, we should probably get on with that one. Just wish this thing had one long front seat I could use to slide up nice and close.”
She shuddered as my fingers reached that… shaved pussy .
“When did you shave? You had a landing strip.”
She sighed at the light teasing of my fingers over that newly hairless mound of hers.
“It was a surprise for you.”
Cammy
I liked that the surprise had worked, because his face was a picture when he suddenly felt my hairlessness down there, but now he was teasing me with his fingers, and I was starting to struggle with driving at the same time.
At least the motorhome was an automatic, so I wasn’t stalling the vehicle every time he made my leg jerk, although I did tap the brakes a few times, luckily without incident.
“Dammit, Stitch, we’ll have an accident!”
He leaned closer, and whispered in my ear.
“You can focus, wifey, just keep your concentration on the road, while your pussy enjoys my fingers.”
“That’s impossible, you twisted bastard.”
His chuckle was also too close to my ear, sending goosebumps down my neck, and making me quiver. In the end, I parked up in a rest spot partway down a quiet stretch of road, and turned off the engine.
“Don’t move, Camille. Stay in the seat so anyone driving past thinks you’re just sitting there. In fact, here, hold my phone up so it looks like you’re using it.”
“Why? Could we get into trouble for this?”
“This is probably a prime dogging spot, wifey, so who knows. But if you don’t want anyone to come and watch, I suggest you look like you’re doing something that won’t get them excited.”
I gasped, glancing around the empty road and layby.
“Stitch, I don’t think this is a… oh …” His fingers slid deep inside me, and I flinched, nearly dropping his phone.
“Darlin’, why don’t you hold the phone my way for a minute.” I did so and he did something on the screen and then grinned at me.
“You watch that while I finger fuck you.” I turned the phone to me, and it was a porn site, with a dirty video running. The woman was bent over a car, and she was being vigorously fingered by a masked man. Oh fuck. I let out a moan, and then slapped at Stitch’s hand.
“You’re making me watch porn while you do that?”
He laughed. “I’m helping you get the most out of my bucket list item, that’s all. I want you to come hard, and coat my fingers with your juices, so I can suck them off my fingers. It’s the best I can do right now, because I really want to taste you, but these fucking seats are impossible.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, if this was one long seat, you’d have been driving with my face between your legs, that’s my point, wife.”
His fingers stroked my g-spot as he said those words, and my whole body arched.
“You… you wouldn’t fit, dammit.”
Stitch leaned closer, kissing the side of my neck, licking all the way up to my jaw, and then nibbling at my skin.
“You already know I can fit just fine, don’t you? Now just take my fingers, and let me give you that first married orgasm you know you really fucking want, wifey.”
He arched his fingers again, and I shuddered, suddenly right on the damn cusp of a big orgasm.
“Oh god, Stitch… Oh god…”
“Call me husband. No, call me master of orgasms… no… wait, husbandly master of or… oh there you go , that’s it, suck my fingers deep into your pussy as you ride them. Fucking hell, that was hotter than I expected. You enjoying your husband’s fingers, girl?”
I felt another shockwave ripple through me as he wiggled his fingers, which were still deep inside me.
“My god, Stitch! How am I supposed to concentrate on driving now? I’m all wet and… are you planning on moving your fingers? Oh god!”
“You said move them.”
“Not like that! I mean, remove them, please.”
“I think they’re stuck, darlin’. You sucked them in so deep, they’re a goner. Still, they’re enjoying the way you’re still rippling and pulsing over them.”
He was pure filth! “I thought you wanted to taste me.”
He laughed, and used his free hand to unlatch my seatbelt.
“Good point, love, very well presented. Let’s do that.”
“Huh?” He manoeuvred me around, sitting me sideways on the seat, with my legs up over his shoulders, as he leaned into me.
“This won’t work.” I tried shoving him away, but he laughed, right down there, with his beard tickling my sensitive clit.
“It’s gonna work just fine, wife. I’m gonna leave this poor clit alone for a little bit, while I focus on tasting you.” He pressed his face tight into me, and then his tongue started lapping at me, and his fingers spread me wider, so his tongue could slide deep into me. I gripped his hair, and let out a gasp as pleasure started building again. Not so soon, surely?! Surely I can’t come again so soon.
Stitch slid his fingers back inside me again as he kept lapping at me, and groaning like he was eating his favourite meal.
“Stitch, someone might see us.”
He sucked lightly on my clit, like he wanted to test how sensitive it was and my gasp, which evolved into a low moan, told him all he needed to know. He lifted his mouth as he slid his fingers deep again.
“If anyone peers in, just give them a thumbs up, wife. They can’t see anything down here, because I’m all up in your business right now.”