Missionary's Secret Delight

The desert sun beat down on the cracked asphalt of I-15 as my wife, Heidi, and I drove south toward Provo, Utah. We were on our way to drop off an item for my son's LDS mission, but the conversation flowed easily, a comfortable rhythm of shared memories and quiet observations. Suddenly, she reached over, her hand finding its way beneath my shirt, her fingers gently tracing the length of my cock. A slow smile spread across her face, and without a word, she urged me to unzip my fly. I complied, my muscles tensing as anticipation built. As I pulled my member free, she took over, expertly extracting it from my trousers. "Let's play," she whispered, her voice laced with a playful challenge.

The freeway was bustling with traffic, a constant stream of cars and trucks, but Heidi seemed oblivious, lost in her own desires. I started to stroke my cock, feeling the heat building within me, while she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, tanned skin. She then directed me to switch seats, taking my right hand and placing it gently inside her bra. Her breasts were undeniably enticing – full, perky, and radiating a captivating scent. As I began to tease her nipples, feeling the tension in her body, the passing cars seemed to fade into the background, the world shrinking down to just the two of us. The rhythmic movements, the escalating heat, and the shared intimacy created a palpable sense of excitement.

As we neared Provo, Heidi abruptly told me to turn off the freeway and head behind the Shopko store. A curious feeling washed over me, a mixture of confusion and anticipation. What was she planning? Pulling over near the back door, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of nervousness. She unbuckled her seatbelt, leaning back in her seat, and with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she requested that I once again pull out my cock. This time, she took the lead, bending over and initiating a passionate blowjob. Her movements were deliberate, skilled, and utterly captivating. As she worked on jilling off, I reached under her dress and into her bra, my right hand exploring the curves of her breasts and nipples with unrestrained pleasure. Her tits were soft, supple, and begged for attention.

I realized she wasn't one for oral sex, so she paused, asking if we had napkins in the center console. Miraculously, there were a few, and she promptly retrieved them, instructing me to use them as a receptacle for my cum. The desire to reach climax was overwhelming, and I eagerly obliged, allowing my muscles to spasm in a torrent of release. The resulting load was monumental, filling her mouth with a thick, viscous stream. Once finished, she spat out the remnants and flashed me a sly smile. "My turn," she said, and I was more than happy to reciprocate.

She began to undress, unbuttoning her blouse and pants, exposing her entire body to my eager gaze. As she rubbed her clit, I took her breasts out of her bra, gently fondling her left breast while sucking on its nipple. Her body writhed and pulsed with pleasure, her moans echoing through the car. The sudden appearance of a car in the alleyway didn't disrupt our encounter; I simply waved it off, lost in the moment, continuing to worship her magnificent body. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that left me breathless.

She continued to rub herself vigorously, her body arching and contorting, drawing gasps from her as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Finally, she relaxed, catching her breath and looking at me with a satisfied expression. “What got into you?” I asked, unable to contain my excitement. “I was simply feeling horny and wanted to experience something different,” she replied, her voice husky with pleasure.

With that, we shared a passionate kiss, quickly getting our clothing back in place. Then, we piled back into the Mustang and set off on the four-hour drive home. The memories of our impromptu encounter lingered, a potent reminder of the uninhibited passion we shared. It was a day I wouldn't soon forget, a perfect blend of desire, adventure, and pure, unadulterated pleasure. My wife wasn't just my lover; she was an artist of sensation, a master of pleasure, and I felt incredibly fortunate to have her in my life. As we pulled into our driveway, I knew this unexpected detour had not only satisfied my lust but also deepened our connection, solidifying our bond in a way that no mission training could ever replicate.

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