Next morning...

After another day of screwing around (literally), Nate woke up and asked Samantha to get dressed. As she showered and dressed, she saw Nate was eagerly texting someone. She was curious but ultimately thought it wasn't something too important such that she should enquire about it.

Nate hopped into the driver seat of his car as he motioned Samantha to sit in the passenger seat. She brushed past her own car while getting in, for a split second letting some of the worry of John invade her mind before pushing it away again. Nate reversed out and began driving. Samantha was not totally familiar with the neighborhood, often punching in Nate's address into her phone to reach it during her "tutoring" visits.

"I like driving in this neighborhood. There's no traffic and sometimes you get to see some of the lonely housewives out for walks." Nate grinned across at Samantha as he drove. "And damn do they know how to dress. The leggings, the sports bras. Whoever invented activewear really is the real MVP!"

Samantha didn't know how to respond. She wanted to say something as she found herself a little jealous but didn't know what to do or say.

"Don't worry, one lonely housewife is enough for me haha..." He laughed. Samantha flinched when he put a hand on her leg.

"What is it? Are you feeling shy all of a sudden?" Nate teased. He slid his hand further up, under Samantha's skirt. She bit her lip and squirmed trying her best to stay composed.

"Haha you don't need pretend with me. We both know your true nature remember?..." He continued. Samantha felt her legs tense as his fingers brushed over her panties. She thought she might already be wet.

"S-stop..." She managed to whisper in an unintentionally erotic tone.

"Already turned on, aren't you?" Nate ignored her. His fingers gently rubbed into her folds. Samantha unconsciously grinding herself into his fingers.

"See? You're so naughty haha... I'm driving you know?" Nate tutted sarcastically.

"Where...hah...where are we going?" Samantha asked as she struggled to keep her thoughts straight. She could at least recognise that they took an unfamiliar turn from Nate's driveway.

"You got me thinking from our convo yesterday. So, let's kill a few birds with one stone. I said I'd take care of your worries didn't I?" Nate grinned at Samantha, eliciting a silent nod from her.

"Well this will be a start, and I'll get the opportunity to spend quality outdoor time with you. That's at least two birds!" Nate explained.

"Outdoor time?" Samantha frowned. Catching herself being more nervous about the fact that they were in public rather than how exactly Nate was going to alleviate her worries. She said it in the heat of the moment yesterday. But her job, her husband, her lift. Was she really onboard with this?

"W-why? How is, huhn..." She asked, flinching as Nate pulled aside her panties and touched her raw pussy. She could feel the cold air against her wetness.

"Do you really care? Does it really matter? I mean, you'll still get off all the same." He replied as he slid a finger inside her. Samantha let out a small moan, almost defeated. He was right, she didn't really care.

Nate continued to finger fuck Samantha as he drove through the quiet streets, watching the houses and gardens pass by. He could tell that she was starting to get more into it despite her initial reservations. He chuckled to himself, amused by her weakening resolve.

"Yeah, I-I guess you're right," she mumbled, her voice barely audible over the sound of the engine. "It doesn't really matter where we do it."

He added more forcefully, "And plus, think about all those horny housewives watching us from behind their curtains! Knowing they can't have me, but getting a peek at my favorite fucktoy instead?"

As they drove, Nate increased the pressure on Samantha's pussy, thrusting his finger deep inside her as he spoke. He could feel her walls tighten around him, and he knew she was close to cumming. He loved the power he had over her and the way she was completely helpless to stop herself from getting off.

The sound of his voice, combined with the sensation of his fingers moving inside her, was almost too much for Samantha. She let out a soft moan and clutched at the door handle as she came, her inner muscles contracting around his digit.

"There you go," Nate said, smirking down at her, "Thanks for being so considerate and not being too messy haha."

Samantha was in a state of ecstasy, but couldn't help but ponder about Nate's comment about being his "favourite fucktoy". Did he see other women?

Nate watched Samantha as her body trembled with pleasure. He enjoyed seeing her **** and exposed like this, completely under his control. He could feel his own arousal growing stronger as he imagined all the other women he could have with her.

But then, he caught sight of a park just up ahead and decided that would make a perfect spot for their outdoor adventure. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned off the engine, leaving them in silence for a moment. He looked over at Samantha, who was still catching her breath after her orgasm.

"So," he said, "Are you ready for our little picnic in the park? Don't worry, I've got everything we need."