Wild Wednesdays
- 1 year ago
- 59
- 0
E082: The Rest Of Wednesday’s Drive free porn video
Back on Interstate 95, they head to Connecticut, their next state. They are getting closer and closer to their final destination. In less than fifteen minutes, they cross the state line. Emma is ecstatic; she is now in New England.
They continue to drive for about an hour more, being able to catch glimpses of the bay leading to the ocean. When they reach Bridgeport, Connecticut Emma tells Donald to pull off the freeway. She gives him the directions which wind them to the Discovery Museum and Planetarium.
Emma grins widely as they pull into this stop. “I thought we should see if we can do it under the stars,” she tells Donald.
Now Donald knowing how the star show is presented wonders how they could do what Emma wants without being caught. He does not want to find themselves in jail for lewd and lecherous behavior, so close to their final destination. No, that is not how he wants to spend Labor Day weekend. Especially as he and Emma would be in separate cells.
But, he goes along with her wishes, at least to see the planetarium, realizing this is one more thing Emma has never experienced. They would see if what she really wants to happen is possible.
He pulls by the entrance with the times of the shows and sees they have about a half hour wait for the next one. He parks and tells Emma that while they both are still pretty full from their big breakfast, and then dessert, it is after one o’clock and they should at least have a snack.
He takes the two candy bars they had each made in Hershey, Pennsylvania from the cooler, along with some wine. He fills glasses for them and hands Emma her candy bar.
“No, Donald, I made this for you,” she tells him.
And he responses that he made his for her.
Sipping their wine, they both examine closely the artwork of the wrapper each made, laughing over the names they had come up with. ‘Daddy-oh’ and ‘Ohyes!’ They each take the bar they made back and break off a small bite to feed each other.
The taste of dark chocolate, peanut butter, toffee, and nuts fill Emma’s mouth. All things she so loves. She feels herself getting wet just from the sensation of flavor. Donald’s palate and more are aroused by the mixture of caramel, coconut, chocolate and chopped nuts Emma concocted for him.
Both are feeling a sensual rush through their bodies, tingling every fiber, all just from tasting something so agreeable, with the knowledge it was made specifically for their total pleasure. By their last bites both are visibly shaking, but something, some unvocalized agreement between them, keeps them from touching each other in any way. Rather, just the sensation of more or less cumming from their treats individually, together, is so nice.
After, Donald takes a cloth out and runs it up and down Emma’s slit before they leave the car to be sure she is dry again. He slips a new handkerchief in his pocket as he has a feeling it will be needed before they are finished viewing the solar system.
Inside, they do not waste much time at exhibits but hurry to the planetarium for the show. There is a rather large crowd this afternoon which does surprise Donald. They get seats in the back row, but as more and more people come in, Donald tells Emma to sit on his lap, so her seat is available. Donald on the aisle with Emma on his lap, with a couple in their late sixties sitting next to them.
As Emma lowers herself on his lap, Donald discretely lifts the back of her dress so her bare ass is against him. Emma wiggles in anticipation. He whispers in her ear that she better not give anything away, or they could be in a great deal of trouble.
The woman in the couple next to them thanks them for the seats, but asks if are they sure Emma will be comfortable on his lap? Emma just smiles at her and tells her she will be fine.
To herself, Emma thinks, well, I hope even better than fine.
The lights dim, and Emma leans back against Donald. She barely sees the woman next to her lean her head against her husband’s shoulder. Emma smiles, contently, thinking about how close this couple must be with each other.
The only light in the room is the sparkling of stars overhead.
Emma senses Donald reach under her and his beginning to play with her clit and vag under her dress. It is a lovely feeling as she feels herself getting wet from his touch. She nuzzles against his neck and purrs in his ear quietly.
The wonders of the universe are unfolding for them, but they are not paying that much attention.
Emma reaches behind her and unzips Donald’s fly. She is immediately rewarded with his hard cock popping forth into her hand.
Backhandedly she strokes his shaft up and down. Donald whispers into her ear, “Oh baby, don’t stop.”
She kisses his neck a little as she continues to stroke. She pauses only for a second when the lecturer walks down their aisle as he spiels out facts and figures. Looking up at the stars watching down on them as they mutually masturbate each other adds to the occasion.
Under her dress, Emma feels Donald buff and shine her joy button. She is very aware that she is releasing more and more of her love juices.
Donald shifts himself out of her hand to lay his cock along Emma’s slit. His shaft is now marinating in Emma’s dripping wetness. He is soon lubricated with her cream of desire.
Donald lifts Emma enough so he can position himself to ram his throbbing cock up in her deeply. Emma gasps in surprise, but covers herself by saying, “Oh, look at those stars.”
Donald replies, “Oh, yes, this is an amazing experience, isn’t it?”
All Emma can respond is a quiet thank you to him.
She feels him up deep in her, she dares not bounce on him or their extracurricular activities would be known. But feeling him up in her as she clenches against his pulsating prick is enough. She glances towards the couple to see if they are noticing anything. Instead, she is surprised to see the man fondling his wife’s boobs in the dark. She looks away quickly so not to be caught watching but thinks to herself, ‘Well they are occupying themselves at the moment too.’
Donald and her sit like this for most of the presentation. Donald’s fingers are back caressing Emma’s clit as her vagina enjoys the vibrating of his penis up in her.
As the lecturer seems to be winding down, Donald again lifts Emma a little and slides out of her. His cock is between her legs again, and he runs his handkerchief up and down her to dry her some, then with it covering his glans jerks himself to cumming.
Relieved, he tucks himself back into his pants and kisses the back of Emma’s neck. “Thank you,” he whispers to her.
When the lights come back up, besides being a little red in their faces, Donald and Emma look respectable. And in reality, no redder than the couple sitting next to them. As they leave the auditorium, the older man pats Donald on his back and asks if Donald enjoyed the show as much as he did.
Donald, having also seen what was going on beside them, tells the man that yes he thinks they both probably got a great deal out of the presentation.
Back on the road at three, Donald sticks to the Interstate until they enter Rhode Island. The Interstate starts to veer from the water, so Donald shifts to a route which runs along the bayside. They just listen to music as they drive and observe the terrain around them.
This route takes them over some of the small inlet islands and near Easton Bay Donald pulls off to a beach area. He grabs a blanket and leads Emma along the edge of a cliff over the beach. Checking his location, he helps her down to a narrow pathway then he steers her to a small enclosed cave. The entrance is no larger than four feet. Ducking, they enter the cave, and Donald spreads the blanket on the ground.
“When I was young on a visit to this beach I found this cave and always remembered it,” he tells Emma.
He has her lay down on her stomach looking out at the expanding bay in front of them. The noise of people on the beach is muffled and seems far away. At first, he lays down on his stomach the same next to her, and they watch the sun lower in the west, while sunset is still hours away, at five now it is the late afternoon sun.
After viewing the waves crash to shore for a bit, Donald moves between Emma’s legs and lifts her dress up over her back. Her lovely tan ass is there for his enjoyment to gaze upon and caress.
As he just rubs his fingers and hands over each of her cheeks, Emma mummers her enjoyment. His hands reach lower, and she feels him running up and down her slit, helping her moisten even more.
“Please Donald,” she mumbles. He knows she is at the point of wanting to feel him again up in her deeply.
No other words are needed. Donald undoes himself and lowers his pants to his knees. Lifting Emma’s ass just enough, he rubs his cock up and down her slit to gel it. She continues to moan her desire for more, though the feel of his glans brushing her clit is so inviting.
Donald plays her this way for a few minutes, making her want him in her more desperately. When he does thrust up in her from behind, she gives out a squeal of delight. Oh, her elbows bracing herself for his on slaughter she watches the shoreline and even sees a couple of whales jumping it the bay far from shore.
She cries out with each thrust he makes. She feels him throbbing against her so deliciously as she clenches him on each inner press. In moments both are panting hard and moving toward the inevitable.
Emma feels Donald’s hot breath on the back of her neck and takes one of his hands to guide his fingers to pleasure her clit as they reach the final plateau.
Being so enclosed in this small, dark, damp place, it is almost like they are both inside a warm vagina committing this act of indulgence. Such imagery adds to Emma’s state, and she cum loud and hard. Donald is close behind her as he shudders fiercely and also cums.
As he lays to her side and they collect their breaths, Emma tells him the fantasy which just ran through her head. He hugs her close and tells her yes, he could see how it could feel like that, and what a wonderful illusion to imagine.
They pull themselves together, pick up the blanket, and follow the trail back to the car. Both are rather spent, but Emma does add the eighteenth star next to Rhode Island and adds Massachusetts as the final entry for the list.
As they get back onto the road, Donald realizes he must tell Emma what awaits them tomorrow. He is not sure why he put it off. He should have explained it all to Emma when he first suggested this trip, but for some reason, he avoided doing so, and now there is not much time left.
Hesitantly he starts, “Emma, I told you some about my growing up and living with my aunt, but I don’t think I was totally clear. You see she, my Aunt Dorothy, and her soulmate Maude, are both still alive, and we will be staying with them at their cottage when we get to Provincetown.”
Emma looks at him in terror. Why did she not realize this possibility? While his parents both died when he was young, they would have been close to her own parent's age. It is not unusual for someone to live well into their eighties or even nineties these days, and his aunt would now only be in her mid-seventies.
“Why didn’t you tell me Donald?” she asks before continuing, “This is horrible – no I do not mean about your aunt being alive, that is wonderful, but you should have let me know. I can’t meet her for the first time without an appropriate gift, especially if we are staying with them.”
Emma’s southern manners, which were so drilled into her growing up, are rising to the surface in full vengeance. How could she meet someone so important to Donald empty handed? The frustration she feels makes her start to tear up.
“Do they even know about me?” she asks as the tears run down her face. “Donald, we must stop somewhere immediately to get an appropriate gift for them.”
Donald pats her shoulders and pulls her close to him as he tries to assure her, “Yes Emma, they both know all about you – well maybe not ALL about us – and they are eager to meet you. Don’t worry about a gift, it is not necessary, they will think nothing of it.”
But Emma will not be dissuaded nor will her tears stop. Donald holds a tissue to her nose for her to blow as she is so stuffed up from crying she can hardly talk.
“Emma, we will be in Sandwich soon where we will spend the night. Once we check in to our room, we will find a shop before getting some dinner,” Donald tries to console her.
“Donald, I just wish you would have told me, I feel terrible now, and they will know, I am sure, it is a last-minute gift I got them,” she sniffles in reply.
Donald keeps his laughter to himself as he knows Emma would not be amused right now. But he tells her he is sure they can find the perfect hostess gift.
It is about seven when they reach Sandwich, Massachusetts. Donald quickly checks them into their room for the night and drives Emma to the main street in town. As it is the end of the summer season, the shops are open later.
They visit several shops, Emma not finding anything which would be the right and proper gift. Donald is starting to get a little annoyed but feeling a bit guilty about putting them into such a dilemma as far as Emma is concerned, he tries not to show his impatience.
They stop outside the window of a small antique store and Emma twitters with delight. Yes, this would be perfect. She pulls Donald inside and asks to be shown the crystal relish tray and accompanying bowls. They are a style similar to what she could have bought at home. And very refined and graceful. She does not even barter over the price, and when the owner offers to wrap it in one of the store’s boxes, Emma declines.
It would never do for them to know she did not buy this for them until the night before.
Instead, she drags Donald to card shop nearby and purchases a box, wrapping, and ribbon. She insists that before they can even consider eating, she must go back to their room so she can wrap the gift. Donald indulges her and takes them back to the hotel.
He watches, somewhat amazed as she deftly arranges the gifts in the box, being sure the price tags are gone, expertly wraps the gift and ties a bow on it. Finally, content that all will be correct tomorrow for her meeting of Donald’s family, she leans her head on his shoulder, nuzzles his neck, and thanks him for understanding.
“Now I am hungry,” she tells him. “And you do need to tell me more about your Aunt Dorothy and Maude.
They go to a nice seafood restaurant, though he warns Emma she will probably be sick of seafood before they leave, and after placing their order, Donald begins to tell Emma about the women.
Nova
- 09.05.2022
- 29
- 0
- Category:
- Love Stories
Wednesdays I fuck your young wife
- 3 years ago
- 17
- 0
WednesdaysChapter 8 Wednesday Dana
- 2 years ago
- 41
- 0
