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Early in the spring of 1977, on a sunny Saturday afternoon, my young bride and I (Our first anniversary and her twenty-first birthday was still a few months away, in June. I had just recently turned thirty-three.) drove to Pomona for a portable TV that was on sale and then the plan was an early dinner prior to us going home to get ready for Game Night. By now the 'Game' was a regular weekend activity that we had successfully played at least a dozen times. She had taken the opportunity to wear a little green and gold plaid skirt over sheer white panties, white over the ankle socks and gym shoes; all topped with a plain white blouse tied under her breasts, partially baring her washboard stomach. No bra! My wife loves to flash the salesmen when we go out shopping and this trip hadn’t been any different! We had bought a portable TV for our sun room and then spent the rest of the afternoon with my wife looking at and trying on shoes. The salesman at the appliance store, early twenties at most, had asked if the television was for my daughters dorm room. My wife laughed and said yes. He even tried to get her phone number while struggling to get the television into the back seat. There was plenty of room in the trunk but it's very deep and I didn't want to have to deal with lifting it out. She even pretended to check the stability of the TV and leaned in bent at the waist, exposing the bottom of her panties, as she told him that she was in a relationship. We left him standing at the dock door with a tent in his khakis.
The shoe salesman was a lot luckier. He asked my wife to take her shoes and stockings off to try the five or six pairs of heels she had picked out to try on. With the forty-something salesman sitting on a stool in front of her, she would put one foot at a time up on the edge of her seat, untie her shoe, and remove the socking. Then the salesman would put on one of the pairs of four inch heels she'd chosen, with her foot extended and resting on his knee while he fumbled with the straps. By the time we left a half hour later the poor guy had to carry the box of the shoes she'd chosen in front of his crotch on his way to the cash register.
We were approaching the UC Paloma campus area looking for someplace to grab an early dinner when I spotted a young man hitchhiking and pointed him out to my wife. We'd read lots of picking up hitchhiker stories and it was on my fantasy bucket list! "What do you think?" I asked, "want to give him a ride?" By the look on my face she knew what kind of ride I meant.
"Okay, sure!" my wife said, after she got a closer look at him as we passed the athletically built young man who was just walking along the curb with his thumb out, not watching the traffic. "What do you have in mind?" she asked as I turned onto a side street about a quarter mile down and pulled over.
I put her new shoes in the trunk and then had her help me move our new television from the back seat to the passenger seat. Back then portable meant it had a handle. It wasn't small or light. After we wrestled the television onto the front seat I told her "Wait on the corner and pretend you're hitchhiking. I'll go back around and pick up the hitchhiker, if he's still there, and then I’ll pretend to pick you up while you're hitchhiking. You’ll both have to be in the back seat because there’s no room in front! I’ll start the conversation and demand that you supply sex for the ride or get out!
My wife thought that it was a great idea, and said "Great idea! Now hurry or the he'll be long gone!
I drove off watching my wife in the mirror as she walked slowly towards the corner where I would pick her up, hopefully with the hitchhiker in back!
Let me give you the requisite description of my wife and get that out of the way. My wife is half french and half Vietnamese. She's tall and slender but not skinny, five foot nine inches tall in thigh high stockings, and a small muscular frame. She still weighs a pound or two one way or the other of one hundred and forty pounds; and fills a 34C-cup on the rare non-working occasions when she wears a bra. Her hair is usually waist long and naturally jet black. However, she's changed colors so many times that I'm pretty sure her roots are confused as to what color they really were.
Our luck held and the hitchhiker was still there, walking along the curb thumb extended, not even bothering to look back as I made the final turn and pulled over ten feet in front of him and lowered the front passenger window. He was heading to work. I pointed to the box on the front seat and said for him to hop in the back if he wanted a ride. While stopped at a traffic light, in sight of where my wife was waiting for us, I found out that Bobby was majoring in economics and working as a waiter at a restaurant on weekends.
I drove on when the light changed. My wife stepped closer to the curb and stuck out her thumb as we approached. Some guy in a pickup truck next to me tried to speed up and get in front of me but I managed to stay with him and pulled up next to her. I lowered the window and my wife leaned in and smiled at Bobby in the back seat. I asked where she was heading. She gave some ridiculously distant destination and I told her she'd have to put out for a ride that far. My wife looked at me, at the box on the front seat, and then back at Bobby. Behind us a car horn sounded. I pointed at the box and said for her to get in back or step away. Bobby moved to the middle of the back seat, smart lad, and judging from the look on his face my wife had flashed a lot more than necessary as she slid in next to him and pulled the door closed.
Just before I pulled away I told her again that she was going to have to give us something for the ride!
She looked at me and then over at our passenger and asked "Just what do you have in mind?"
"What do you think," I said, smiling back at her in the rear view mirror. When I looked back I was forced to slam on the brakes. While trying to watch them in the mirror I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and I had to brake quickly to avoid rear ending the guy in the pickup truck that had stopped short in front of me. I turned back to my wife and said "Well, what’s it going to be?"
She looked from me to Bobby and back to me again. "Do I have to fuck you both?" she asked. I just smiled back at her. "Okay. But him first; you’re not getting anything until we get where I'm going!" she said. She thought a moment and then added, "You could at least find someplace to park" as she raised up off of the seat and pulled her panties off and threw them towards Bobby!
My wife took charge as soon as I found a quiet spot to park. She fumbled with the front of his pants and worked them down around his ankles. Then she straddled Bobby, facing forward for my benefit, so I could watch! She lined up his dick and rubbed the head through her slit a couple of times and slowly lowered and raised herself on it until she had all of him. I eventually gave up trying to watch them in the rear view mirror and half turned in my seat for a better view of Bobby's cock disappearing in my wife's pussy. she used the corners of the backrests for support as she raised up and dropped down to impale herself over and over again as Bobby held onto her hips. He must have come before her because at one point I could see his sperm running out around his dick as she was on the way up and then she dropped down and remained there with her eyes closed as she wriggled her ass while moaning unintelligible gibberish.
They remained like that for a minute or so, and not much more, before my wife began to raise up and drop again. And again. Bobby was hard again almost immediately and they were back at it. The second time took a little longer, but not much, as their combined fluids ran out of my wife's pussy and down around Bobby's balls. About midway through their second fuck Bobby spun my wife across the seat and onto her back. I couldn't see as much as their pace soon quickened and all too soon he collapsed on top of her, spent and sweating. The smell of sex filled the closed car.
I looked around. There were a few people going in and out of a store at the opposite end of the lot we were parked in, but no one nearby. I opened the windows to let some fresh air in while Bobby got dressed and my wife composed herself. We dropped Bobby off and drove straight home to fuck. No going out to dinner, and we didn't go out for Game night. We ordered a pizza and afterwards spent the remainder of the evening in bed discussing what had happened and having sex. The next morning, after bringing in the TV from the car, I filled the bottom half of the box it came in with news papers and then a layer of some old clothes we were going to toss, then put the box back in the trunk of my wife's car in case we ever needed it again. As it turned out, we probably needed it about once a month for years. My wife really prefers older men men, I'm twelve years older than her, but you have to 'play' with the cards you're dealt: and in the eight years we played our Game we weren't dealt many older men hitchhiking.
The shoe salesman was a lot luckier. He asked my wife to take her shoes and stockings off to try the five or six pairs of heels she had picked out to try on. With the forty-something salesman sitting on a stool in front of her, she would put one foot at a time up on the edge of her seat, untie her shoe, and remove the socking. Then the salesman would put on one of the pairs of four inch heels she'd chosen, with her foot extended and resting on his knee while he fumbled with the straps. By the time we left a half hour later the poor guy had to carry the box of the shoes she'd chosen in front of his crotch on his way to the cash register.
We were approaching the UC Paloma campus area looking for someplace to grab an early dinner when I spotted a young man hitchhiking and pointed him out to my wife. We'd read lots of picking up hitchhiker stories and it was on my fantasy bucket list! "What do you think?" I asked, "want to give him a ride?" By the look on my face she knew what kind of ride I meant.
"Okay, sure!" my wife said, after she got a closer look at him as we passed the athletically built young man who was just walking along the curb with his thumb out, not watching the traffic. "What do you have in mind?" she asked as I turned onto a side street about a quarter mile down and pulled over.
I put her new shoes in the trunk and then had her help me move our new television from the back seat to the passenger seat. Back then portable meant it had a handle. It wasn't small or light. After we wrestled the television onto the front seat I told her "Wait on the corner and pretend you're hitchhiking. I'll go back around and pick up the hitchhiker, if he's still there, and then I’ll pretend to pick you up while you're hitchhiking. You’ll both have to be in the back seat because there’s no room in front! I’ll start the conversation and demand that you supply sex for the ride or get out!
My wife thought that it was a great idea, and said "Great idea! Now hurry or the he'll be long gone!
I drove off watching my wife in the mirror as she walked slowly towards the corner where I would pick her up, hopefully with the hitchhiker in back!
Let me give you the requisite description of my wife and get that out of the way. My wife is half french and half Vietnamese. She's tall and slender but not skinny, five foot nine inches tall in thigh high stockings, and a small muscular frame. She still weighs a pound or two one way or the other of one hundred and forty pounds; and fills a 34C-cup on the rare non-working occasions when she wears a bra. Her hair is usually waist long and naturally jet black. However, she's changed colors so many times that I'm pretty sure her roots are confused as to what color they really were.
Our luck held and the hitchhiker was still there, walking along the curb thumb extended, not even bothering to look back as I made the final turn and pulled over ten feet in front of him and lowered the front passenger window. He was heading to work. I pointed to the box on the front seat and said for him to hop in the back if he wanted a ride. While stopped at a traffic light, in sight of where my wife was waiting for us, I found out that Bobby was majoring in economics and working as a waiter at a restaurant on weekends.
I drove on when the light changed. My wife stepped closer to the curb and stuck out her thumb as we approached. Some guy in a pickup truck next to me tried to speed up and get in front of me but I managed to stay with him and pulled up next to her. I lowered the window and my wife leaned in and smiled at Bobby in the back seat. I asked where she was heading. She gave some ridiculously distant destination and I told her she'd have to put out for a ride that far. My wife looked at me, at the box on the front seat, and then back at Bobby. Behind us a car horn sounded. I pointed at the box and said for her to get in back or step away. Bobby moved to the middle of the back seat, smart lad, and judging from the look on his face my wife had flashed a lot more than necessary as she slid in next to him and pulled the door closed.
Just before I pulled away I told her again that she was going to have to give us something for the ride!
She looked at me and then over at our passenger and asked "Just what do you have in mind?"
"What do you think," I said, smiling back at her in the rear view mirror. When I looked back I was forced to slam on the brakes. While trying to watch them in the mirror I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and I had to brake quickly to avoid rear ending the guy in the pickup truck that had stopped short in front of me. I turned back to my wife and said "Well, what’s it going to be?"
She looked from me to Bobby and back to me again. "Do I have to fuck you both?" she asked. I just smiled back at her. "Okay. But him first; you’re not getting anything until we get where I'm going!" she said. She thought a moment and then added, "You could at least find someplace to park" as she raised up off of the seat and pulled her panties off and threw them towards Bobby!
My wife took charge as soon as I found a quiet spot to park. She fumbled with the front of his pants and worked them down around his ankles. Then she straddled Bobby, facing forward for my benefit, so I could watch! She lined up his dick and rubbed the head through her slit a couple of times and slowly lowered and raised herself on it until she had all of him. I eventually gave up trying to watch them in the rear view mirror and half turned in my seat for a better view of Bobby's cock disappearing in my wife's pussy. she used the corners of the backrests for support as she raised up and dropped down to impale herself over and over again as Bobby held onto her hips. He must have come before her because at one point I could see his sperm running out around his dick as she was on the way up and then she dropped down and remained there with her eyes closed as she wriggled her ass while moaning unintelligible gibberish.
They remained like that for a minute or so, and not much more, before my wife began to raise up and drop again. And again. Bobby was hard again almost immediately and they were back at it. The second time took a little longer, but not much, as their combined fluids ran out of my wife's pussy and down around Bobby's balls. About midway through their second fuck Bobby spun my wife across the seat and onto her back. I couldn't see as much as their pace soon quickened and all too soon he collapsed on top of her, spent and sweating. The smell of sex filled the closed car.
I looked around. There were a few people going in and out of a store at the opposite end of the lot we were parked in, but no one nearby. I opened the windows to let some fresh air in while Bobby got dressed and my wife composed herself. We dropped Bobby off and drove straight home to fuck. No going out to dinner, and we didn't go out for Game night. We ordered a pizza and afterwards spent the remainder of the evening in bed discussing what had happened and having sex. The next morning, after bringing in the TV from the car, I filled the bottom half of the box it came in with news papers and then a layer of some old clothes we were going to toss, then put the box back in the trunk of my wife's car in case we ever needed it again. As it turned out, we probably needed it about once a month for years. My wife really prefers older men men, I'm twelve years older than her, but you have to 'play' with the cards you're dealt: and in the eight years we played our Game we weren't dealt many older men hitchhiking.
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