A not-so-clean getaway

A few minutes later we hit the interstate and headed south, towards "sunnier weather" Bryan said. I sat silently in the middle of the front seat, my head on his shoulder feeling a sudden burst of guilt at leaving my wife this way. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this. Why was I doing this?

As if sensing my doubt, Bryan unzipped his fly and pulled his hard cock out. That sudden appearance made me forget everything that I was thinking. I undid my seatbelt and lay face down across the front seat so I could give him a blowjob.

As I worked on his cock, Bryan slid his right hand down the back of my shirts and began teasing my asshole. I bobbed up and down on his shaft for what seemed like hours as we zoomed down the interstate at 70 mph, and never once did I think about Susan.

Finally he pulled his hand out of my shorts and held my head still as he filled my mouth with cum. I sucked him dry, draining every last drop from his balls and swallowing it.

When he was spent, I sat back up beside him. I started to buckle my seatbelt, but he stopped me. Bryan unbuttoned the front of my shorts and slid his hand down the front.

"I'm glad I found you," he said.

"Me too," I said just as he slid two fingers into my pussy.

Bryan finger fucked me for what seemed like an eternity, until I finally couldn't take anymore. As he pulled his hand out, I pulled his fingers to me and sucked them clean. By the time I was done, his cock was rock hard again.

I snuggled tighter against him, then reached over and started jerking him off. He warned me when he was about to come, quite a while later, so I leaned down and let him finish in my mouth again.

"This is the best road trip ever," Bryan said.