Another woman in the bedroom is out of the question

As turned on as you were dancing with Marumi and fooling around in the photo booth, you know that your jealousy is going to make you do something stupid. It's late, you've had enough fun for the night.

"I'm exhausted, sweetie," you tell Marumi, leaving the door open for maybe a future threesome. You can see your husband is disappointed, but he doesn't argue about it. He gives Marumi a long hug and a peck on the lips and then you are on the road, heading home down half-empty streets.

Your feet are feeling extremely sore from all the dancing. You unstrap your shoes and roll the window down, sticking your bare feet out into the air-stream. You recline the seat, laying back, trying to avoid headspins from all those mojitos. After a few refreshing minutes the car pulls up at a stoplight.

You can see the bugs swirling up by the orange street light.

"Thank you, Brad," you say. "Tonight was a dream. Something I really needed."

He reaches down to your hand and gives it a squeeze. "I know. I hope I made up for all the bullshit."

"You did," you sigh. "I just wanted the man I married back. You don't have to do this every weekend. Just stop pretending I'm not there."

"You've got him."

You sit up, feeling yourself coming through the wooziness of the booze. It's strange being out this late. You're usually in bed by eleven. The downtown area of the city is completely quiet except for a small crowd of activity around each late night bar. You smile over at your husband and feel love for him welling up. Yeah, tonight might not erase the past few years, but if it's a new beginning together then those last few years can be looked back on as

"the rough patch."

"What are you grinning about?" he asks. "Are you still drunk?"

"Not so much," you answer, toying with your hair. "I was just thinking about that time we drove to your brother's wedding. Remember that."

"Nine hours. How could I forget?"

You reach over to his leg and gently stroke it. Your hand drifts closer to his crotch. "Remember what you wanted me to do?"

Before he can answer you unzip his pants and slip your hand into his boxers.

His cock his warm and soft in your grip. You tug it and stretch it gently with your stroking hand.

"I think I remember now," laughs Brad. "I thought you were exhausted."

"I can stop, if you want."

"No, no, no," he grins.

You let go of his cock long enough to run your tongue the length of your palm to your fingertips, moistening your flesh and providing lubrication.

His hot cock quickly grows stiff as he navigates the quiet streets of the city.

Each car you drive past is a slight thrill, but you want to make things even more exciting.

"I think you need a little more stimulation," you say and pull your blouse over your head. You discard it on the back seat. Your big breasts, perfectly shaped and separated by the lacy underwire, are lit by the green glow of the dash and the streetlights sweeping by overhead. Your nipples are soft, but quickly stiffen in the cool air. The soft curve of your cleavage is still sparkling with glitter from the dance floor.

"You're so fucking hot," says Brad as you resume jerking his cock, your tits swaying with each stroke. His prick is straining now, at full hardness, you can practically feel his pulse through the rigid flesh.

He stops at a stoplight as you pick up the pace a little. You sit high on your knees and lift your breasts to his face. He sucks hard on one of your nipples, catching it in his teeth and running his tongue across it rapidly. You sigh with a mixture of pleasure and pain and give his cock a squeeze.

The loud honking of a horn startles you out of your private moment. "Woooooo yeah!" shouts a girl.

"That's wild!" squeals another.

A convertible pulls up next to you at the stoplight. There are five hot, barely legal teens cheering and laughing at the spectacle of you and your husband fooling around in the car. Brad is mortified, covering his face with his hand and leaning back in the seat to hide behind the door. You, on the other hand, proudly lean towards the passenger window and roll it down, your tits dangling against his cock and the steering wheel.

"Are you giving him a hando?" asks the incredulous brunette in the front passenger seat.

"She is!" laughs her friend.

A busty blonde with long, billowing hair sits up on the back of the back seat for a better view. She shouts, "Awesome tits, lady."

"You like them?" you ask, lifting up so they can see them better and hefting a breast in your hand. The girls cheer and laugh some more. You shout, "Show him yours."

The girls burst out laughing, but then, after a moment of giggling conference, they arrange themselves in a line in the convertible, hands gripping their blouses and shirts.

"Five..four..," they count in unison. Brad sits up to watch.

"...three.two...one."

All five college girls lift their shirts, laughing wildly, and flash your husband five glorious pairs of 19-year-old tits. You'd match yours up against any one of them, but the view of all five pressing together and jiggling from side to side for his benefit is like an erotic broadside. Smiling at them, you lower your head to your husband's lap, quickly engulfing his throbbing fuckstick in the warmth of your mouth.

"Yeah!" cries the brunette.

The girls cheer wildly as you suck your husband, your head bobbing quickly.

It only takes a few seconds and you taste his precum pouring out across your tongue.

"Cum in her mouth!" shouts the big-titted blonde.

Almost on cue, Brad groans and a hot gush of his thick, salty spunk pumps against the back of your throat. You swallow instinctively, trying not to gag on the rapid bursts of cum filling your mouth. You stop swallowing and let his spewing seed fill your mouth completely. Almost too much to hold. You siphon every last drop and then carefully lift your mouth from his cock.

The girls are laughing and shouting encouragement, tits still out and being played with for your husband's benefit. You lean across him to the open window and open your mouth wide, showing the girls the white covering your tongue and practically filling your mouth.

"Holy crap, what a monster load," says a redhead with tiny tits and puffy nipples.

"You gotta swallow that," says the blonde.

"Yeah," agrees the brunette. "Bottoms up!"

You tilt your head back, closing your eyes and relaxing your throat and gulping down the tacky liquid. When it's all gone you open your mouth wide to show the teens it has been swallowed.

A final round of cheers goes up and then the girls, and their beautiful breasts, disappear into the night. Your husband is unable to move. He has a stupid grin plastered on his face.

"Did that just happen?" he asks.

You squeeze his softening cock and give him a long kiss on the lips. "Yes, it really happened."