Highway 69

You roar up I-69 in your BMW, your mind awash in the wicked ways you plan to conquer your wife's lifelong friend. You know it won't be easy, not the least because she'd been burned before. You knew a figure like hers attracted all the wrong sort of guy (because that's the sort of guy you are). If you wanted to get under her defenses and between her legs, you'd need to go about it the right way. Push her buttons without putting her guard up. You'd start slow, **** the comfort and trust she had in you in seemingly innocent ways. A friendly hug that lingered a moment too long. A hand that slide just a little too low on the dance floor. Maybe even give her a friendly peck on the cheek that just caught the edge of her plump, biteable lips. And from there, who knows? One thing was for sure, whatever you told your sweet little wife, these work events were anything but boring.

Speaking of your wife, you'd need to start putting a bit of distance between her and Amy right away. You knew the girls liked to check in each and every night, and that could mean disaster for you. First things first though, it was time to start ramping up the intensity. You pull alongside Amy's sporty coupe and give her a little wave. She has just enough time to shoot you a quizzical look before you merge in front of her and take the next exit for a gas station.

"Sorry. I swear to god every pump jockey from here to Philly knows me personally, but damn is it a fun ride." You explain to her later while you work the pump.

"Yeah. When I look at a V6 Twin Turbo, I'm not thinking 'fuel efficiency', Matt." Amy says dryly while she positively rakes her gaze over your car.

"Okay, first of all, this car has feelings, and it's windshield is up here." You smile. So does Amy, before she rolls her eyes. "Secondly, I'd like to fill you up."

"What?"

"Your gas?" You adopt an air of confusion at your double entedre. "I'm not letting you pay to drive all the way up here. Frankly, we should have carpooled anyway."

"Oh. Okay." Amy said before she pulled up opposite you. "I guess I'll go grab some snacks."

Perfect.

"Get me a slice of pizza?" You call after her. "Your car takes premium?"

"No. Just regular." She calls back. Even more perfect.

You slide your hands up the subtle curves of Amy's car for a moment before reaching the gas cap. There's something symbolic about what you're about to do. Although you feel bad, this needs to happen. You grab a bottle of water and dump it into the gas intake, then empty a second in after it, before topping off with gas. What a cheap refill. "Sorry babe." You tell the car as you ruin it. Amy is back with the snacks moments later and the two of you tear ass back to the highway.

And now you wait.

---

It was last Saturday when things finally tipped over the line. You were barbequing in the backyard, just you and the girls (crowds made Karen nervous and hosting made her anxious). Still, as you lusted after the bikini clad forms frolicking around you, pausing only to sneak a morsel you hand fed into their mouths or squeal when you snapped a towel at them, it wasn't all bad. In fact it was times like this that often made you feel like you had two wives....

You had just settled into the lounge chairs, all three of you enjoying the fading heat of late afternoon and a bit too much to drink. The girls were giggling nonstop and judging from where they were looking, you had a feeling you were the topic of discussion.

"It's just not fair!". Amy's whispers suddenly gave way to a whiny shout. "Where the fuck are all the decent guys! Matt! Why didn't you invite some guys?"

"Sorry sister, I got mine!" Karen crows, before stumbling into a chaise lounge beside her friend.

"It's not fair!" Amy drunkenly whined. "Matt why are all the good ones taken or or or..."

"Or gay?" You wife chimed in only for Amy to nod in agreement so hard, you were surprised her head didn't pop off. She popped up a moment later and marched over to you.

"I mean look at this!" Amy dragged a finger down your rock hard abs, sculpted by hours at the gym and zero cheat days. "And he's funny. And he's got a good job. And-

"Stop it. You're making me blush.". You say with a smile. But a blush is the least of your concerns. Being so close to Amy, beautiful, full figured, fun and spontaneous Amy. Your second wife. Like a sister to Karen. Your treacherous cock was hardening in your shorts.

"Shhhhhh. No one's talking to you, pretty boy Matt". Amy stage whispers.

You can't hold back a laugh. "Is that what you two call me?"

"No." Amy said with a giggle. Karen blushed and looked away. "We call you....(another burst of giggles) we...." Amy was blushing uncontrollably now. Her eyes darting down to you crotch. When she saw the huge bulge of your manhood at full mast, her eyes turned as large as saucers. You smirk and pop to your feet.

"I think it's time I put the missus to bed.". You 'accidentally' let your erection brush Amy as you stand and enjoy her shudder of desire. Some fish want to be on the hook. "Amy you know where the guest bed is, we'll see you in the morning."

With that, you effortlessly pick up your wife in a fireman's carry, both of you laughing as her boobs pop out of her skimpy top and she playfully hits you. As you're marching off towards another conquest, you feel the heat of Amy's gaze on your back.

"We call you Mister Jumbo!" She calls out, her drunken courage finally giving her a voice.

You just smile and let her enjoy the view.

You toss Karen into the bed and dive after her, pulling her bikini apart in your hands. The bedroom is Karen's safe space. It's the one place where her natural shyness disappears and her desires and confidence surge. Of course, she's naturally submissive, but that doesn't stop her from vocalizing what she wants and when she wants it (right goddamn now!).

She scoots down the bed, eager to get her mouth around 'Mister Jumbo'. You shimmy out of your shorts and roll onto your back to help her.

"You're really worked up today hun."

"Uh huh." She dives into your cock and starts sucking like mad. Her tongue swirls gently around the head of your cock, dancing on the sensitive crown. She's good. She's very, very good. Of course, you've given her plenty of time to practice. Still, you've got quite a load, but you don't want to blow it in her mouth. And besides, you love to tease her.

"What's got you so hungry tonight, Mrs. Bauer?"

She smiles and you share a knowing look. "I saw how big you got out there, baby. You almost ripped a hole in your shorts. Thinking about anyone in particular?"

You manhandle her up to you, she's nearly as tall as you are and she's got muscle to go with all that tits and ass, but soon enough you're eye to eye. You tug the flimsy strings of her bottoms loose and finger her tight quim.

"Does that answer your question?" You taunt her. She can only moan in response. Her pussy is soaking and her brain is melted. "God, your such a slut Karen."

As you switch your line of attack to her sensitive clit, you feel a particular sensation on the back of your neck. An awareness. You resist the urge to peek at the door, instead you take one of your wife's turgid nipples into your mouth, sucking and biting gently, before pulling back and blowing across the saliva dampened nipple. You drag her to the mountaintop... And then you leave her there.

Karen writhes as you pull back from her luscious body. You love to tease her. She's loves it too. "Tell me what you wanted to do to me out there on the deck Matt".

"You were prancing around me all day in that skimpy little bikini. I would have torn it off you and bent you over the fence."

"If only Amy wasn't there. I would have let you."

"I wasn't asking, slut." You growl and give her fat ass a swat that ripples hypnotically. "Next time you tease me like that I'll just take you then and there."

"But Amy-

"Can watch and get herself off for all I care. I bet that little slut loves to watch." Your wife let's put a quiet, shameful gasp, but she isn't alone, you hear another nearly identical sound from the bedroom door. You drunk little wife hasn't noticed, but it's just barely cracked open, and you have a feeling you know who's waiting in the hall. Looks like Amy wants a peek at 'Mister Jumbo' as well. You'd never disappoint a fan.

"I'll take you any way I want. Long and hard, squeeze those big tits of yours, slap that fat ass, kiss you, **** you, make you mine any way I want and then you know what I'll do, Karen?"

"Tell me!". She moans.

"I'll put a little baby in you."

Karen wails out an orgasm, as you whisper promises of swollen tummies and filthy pregnant sex. She's beautiful as she cums, raw and imperfect, not the artificial beauty of make up and hours at the hair salon. She's her. And she's yours. And with a nice swollen tummy, everyone will know it.

You like up your raging hard on with her trembling gash. Just one little push and you'd be in her, bare and dangerous, just like it was meant to be. You're nearly panting with desire, but Karen puts a hand to your hip and stops you.

"Wait, Matt, wait." She's still feeling the aftershocks of the powerful climax just before, but even through pleasure hazed eyes you see the wariness there. So close. You could just push. You could. You're stronger than her. She's drunk, she probably wouldn't even remember.

"What babe?"

"You know what. Put a wrapper on Mister Jumbo and I'll let you wreck my cunt." Her language turns filthy in bed too, but she's still the same cautious girl you met and fell in love with eighteen months ago.

"I'll pull out." You counter before nibbling at the sweet juncture where her neck meets the same. It's her weak spot and you feel the head of your cock sink between her labia. You grip her hips tight, preparing to ram into her tight hole when Karen grips your hair and bites down hard on your ear. It's half foreplay and half **** attempt to get your attention.

"Matt! Condom! You're about eight inches from being a daddy right now!"

You look deep into the eyes of the woman you love. "Would that be so bad? I want a family with you." You give her a hopeful smile and sink another inch deeper. She's so wet you're practically sliding in by accident.

Karen narrows her eyes, all friendliness and lust fading away. "We already talked about this. You know what has to happen first. Now wrap it up, or I'll take you anywhere else, but not there."

You're tempting to shove it up Karen's ass. Just to show her she isn't the boss here, but honestly, she's such a little slut, it wouldn't even be a punishment. You sigh, pull out and quickly wrap your dick up. As you're rolling the plastic sleeve down your fuckpole, your wife whispers in your ear.

"Amy was really turned on today. She couldn't keep her eyes off you.". You sneak a glance to the door where you think you hear the quiet schlicking of a finger's gently probing a tight wet hole. Karen's more right than she knows.

"I'm so lucky I have you, babe.". You really are. Karen might not give your what you want, but she's a good girl and a total freak. That's enough, right? Especially since you found a way to get your urges out at work....

Finally safe, you pounce on your willing wife, kissing her breathless and biting her neck until it bruises. You like her to wear your mark. You line up and ram home. Both of your cry out as you push into her sopping wetness. If she wasn't so ready it would have hurt her. But you know your wife, and she likes to be taken.

You pound her into the mattress, but despite your furious pace and raging libido, your orgasms stubbornly refuses to arrive. Maybe it's the condom, maybe it's the booze, maybe it's just your urges, but whatever the reason, your turn your head to the door. It's creaked open now and you think you can just make out your wife's slutty friend fingering herself in the hall. The pleasure surges through your body like a bolt a lightning.

You throw Karen onto her hands and knees and push her face into the mattress. Her whorish shrieks undeniable proof that she's awash in multiple orgasms. But you care nothing for her now. Pleasure, pain, alive or dead, it isn't Karen you think about as you smack her ass red or reach down to possessively cup her tit. It's her best friend. It's Amy. The two of you lock eyes and cum as one, both of you clearly imagining her in your wife's place.

You pull out and wrench the condom off. Its all you can do not to ram it back into Karen, but instead you shower her in your creamy load as Amy watches in awe.

Afterwards in the minutes or hours that follow you lay back and hold your wife's hand. Your sheets are a sticky mess but neither of you are in any state to care. You swing your gaze back to the door. Amy has crept away to pass out in the guest room. You know in the morning, you'll both pretend nothing happened. Hell, with how much she drank there's a good chance she'll think it was all just a dream. Hell, you're not even sure she was really there. You've been doing this odd second wife/pseudo lover dance for months now. And yet, the urges had only grown more intense. Whether tonight was real or imagined, something was going to break soon, you could feel it.

---

As you pace Amy's car from a few car lengths back, your thoughts crystalize. You smile as her car begins to stall. Minutes later, the two of your are pulled over on the side of the highway, heads buried under the hood.

"And you say it just started losing power?"

"Yeah." Amy says frantically looking back from you to her ride. Nervousness looks so alien on a her face. Still cute though.

"Huh." Is all you reply.

"Is it bad?" Amy looks positively miserably.

"It's probably not good." Which would be true even if you didn't know exactly what was wrong. "Lights are still on, so it's not the battery, and it turns over, but doesn't start."

"Yeah." Amy's look turns a bit hopeful at the sound of your confident appraisal. "Can you fix it?"

You sigh and rub your face, casually letting some grease smear your perfect chin. Time to drop the hammer.

"Amy, I'm not a mechanic." You give her a bashful look.

"Yeah, but-

"And even if I was, this thing needs....parts, a lift, I dunno. It's needs a shop."

"Oh come on Matt! Are you fucking kidding me! Did you break my car?" Amy snaps.

She's just blowing off steam, but you can feel her instinct, an **** thought bubbling to the surface in her panic. Normally it would be the kind of crazy thought anyone has when something breaks right after they let someone touch it. Of course, it's not crazy here. But she doesn't need to know that.

You let your embarrassed look snap to one of stern reproach. Like an angry father, disciplining his naughty teenaged daughter. It pushed down plenty of all-bark-no-bite 'tough girls' before.

"All I did was fuel your car Amy. I didn't even sit in the driver seat. So how about you put the bitch back in the box?" That shut her up. Only, her eyes changed from wild and worried, to glowing with fury. Finally, a woman who gave as good as she got. You drop the hood with a slam. ""I'm calling a for a tow."

"What?!?!"

"Unless you'd rather we leave it here?" You hand her a bottle of water. "Drink this, it will help."

Amy glares down at the bottle, then at you. "Yeah. Now everything is fine cause I've got this water."

"Think of it as 'calm the hell down juice'." You reply tersely as you grab the first if her suitcases. Amy stares at you I'm shock for a moment, then let's out a huff. As you turn away, arms loaded up with luggage, you catch an embarrassed smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Thanks." She murmurs before pulling a duffel out of your hands, them the suitcase. "I'll rook my own shit, Matt. But really, thanks."

You're sitting side by side hours later, tearing down the highway again. The coupe being towed to a local mechanic who won't be open until the next day. Amy looks mad enough to chew rocks. And honestly you've never been more obsessed with her. Stephanie, and all the ones before her were barely even morsels. They were simply creatures, easy to conquer, but hardly satisfying. Not Amy. She was a work of art, inside and out. An exquisite tapestry of depth and complexities. Sleeping with her would ruin something. Your marriage, your wife's friendship, maybe Amy's psyche, you'd been pushing thoughts of consequences out of your mind like a good little junkie. But now you just didn't care. It wasn't just physical, it was an obsession. The hook was planted deep in your chest and you didn't care if it tore your heart out. This was happening.

"I'm sorry about before." Amy looked out the window when she spoke. "I love my car and it's not you...just guys..."

"What about guys?" You're genuinely curious.

"You get burnt once or twice and you laugh it off. A few more times after than and you get a little sad. But when they screw you, over and over again... I don't- I don't hate all guys Matt. And you're ....amazing. I'm glad Karen found you. I just wish..."

"Hey. You'll find someone.". You put a hand on her shoulder. "There are good guys out there. Maybe I can even hook you up with someone at the conference. Who knows, you might hit it off (with you, if all goes as planned)."

"Like I said. My guard goes through the roof around guys. But it's not your fault. It's mine.". Her voice catches a little on the last word. "I'm the one who keeps scooping up the scumbags and assholes. That's just how I'm built.".

You pull the car over to the side of the road and wait patiently for her to meet your gaze. You brush tear from her cheek and hold her eyes in yours. "Don't cry. You're perfect."

The moment lingers, just like your hand on her cheek, but you know it's too soon, you're dancing on spider silk like it's reinforced concrete. Time to pull back to safer grounds. You cup Amy's cheek one last time before pulling your hand back. A few seconds later, you're back on the road both of your trying to leave your problems behind.

"Think I should get a tattoo that says 'damaged' across my forehead?" Amy quips, clearly trying to pull back as well.

"You think you're such a bad bitch." You say as you pop your eyebrows. "Drink your 'juice' and woman up, little girl."

"Yes, daddy." Amy rolls her eyes settles in to watch the out the passenger window. It's good that she can't see your face, because it's pure rapelust.

You were gonna fuck this girl. Really fuck her. Mind, body and soul.

Let the games begin.