Inside the Limo

The limousine was everything you'd expect from a limousine. It was luxurious and there was a bottle of champagne in a cooler bucket.
Lisa opened the champagne and poured two glasses. She gave you one.
"Let's party like when we just met!" and she downed the glass in one go and poured herself another one.
{if wife_activepast==1}You never partied that much with Lisa when you two met. In fact, whenever she was annoyed with you, she always complained you were too much of a home-body. {if sub==1}"But we didn't party that much." you stated matter of factly. "Ok," Lisa replied, "Let's party like before I met you!"{endif}{endif}
You took a small sip of your champagne.

"Everybody at the party will basically be a millionaire..." mumbled your wife - and she finished her drink again. "Honey, you're a millionaire!" As if she had just registered it.
"You should be proud of what you've achieved, John. A millionaire. A beautiful wife." Her hand started rubbing your leg. "You are so lucky." She kissed you on the mouth. You spilled some of your champagne, but that didn't stop Lisa. Her tongue finding its way past your lips. "I love you, honey, " She said. "I love you so much."

{if wife_activepast==1}With an elegant move Lisa re-positioned herself from her seat to on top of you. Her hands around your shoulder and her eyes leveled to yours. All the while you are silent, happily surprised but surprised still. "I am so proud of you", she whispered. She pressed a button and the privacy barrier went up slowly. As Lisa was sitting on top of you, your hands were almost naturally resting on her ass - you could feel the heat of her body through her dress. When the privacy barrier finally was completely up, your wife kissed you again and smiled.

{if sub==1}Lisa pushed your hands away forcefully and lifted her body up a bit. {elseif}Lisa put her hands on your hands, and while looking into your eyes, she said {endif}"Remove my panties". You swallowed and did as you were told. Though less graceful then you would imagine. "Next time. Just ripped them off." She licked your ear. Her hands unzipped your pants, she pulled her dress up over her waist and she freed your erect cock.

Despite all of this, your mind was with the limodriver. "I think he... can still hear us." Your wife's wet vagina swallowed your cock. "I read ...ehm... somewhere... that ..ummm... the driver can hear ...everything .... through ehmm... the privacy barrier."
"You did, eh?" smiled your wife. She began rocking forward and backward harder.
Her moans began louder and you felt her pussy massaging your penis magically.
"You like that." "Yes. God, yes." you stammered. The privacy barrier was moving again, this time it went down, though moving slowly again.
"Honey. Lisa, you opened ...euhnn... ," you moaned, "the privacy barrier." You wanted to push her off , embarrased that the driver might caught you. But Lisa held you down though, and she kept rocking her body. "I know John. Let him watch. Let him see what a horny slut you have".
Your cock twitch, when your wife called herself a slut. Against your concious will, your eyes locked with the limo-driver's eyes in the rear-mirror, while your wife was arching back, her hard nipple pointing at you. She moved up and let her body slide down again on you hard pole. Her pussy squeezed your cock. "Jesus. Lisa, I am ... going to come."
"Come inside.{if sub==1} Don't ruin my dress.{endif}" and with that you could feel your cock spewing.
Lisa sat motionless for a few seconds. Then she got of your lap and sat down next to you.
"You enjoyed that?"
"Yes, of course." you said. But you realized she was actually asking the driver and he replied with a single nod.

The rest of the trip was quiet, but luckily you arrived soon at the party.{elseif m1angry==1}

"Maybe you should slow down a bit on the ****, there will be plenty at the party.
"Oh shut up. Don't be a buzzkill. I'm going to have fun and no one will ruin my night. Not you, not Sienna and not Mike!"
To add some zest to her words, she picked up the champagne bottle and took a sip from it.

You looked out of the window, but Lisa was trying to catch the attention of the limo-driver. "Hey! Can you turn some party music on?"
At first it looked like the driver was unaware of your wife's calling. "Hey. Hey Mister. Get this party started!".

"Miss, " a voice in the speaker said, " you can plug in your own music device in the USB port on the left seat in front of you."
"Whooo-hoo!" She yelled.

And soon the music was blasting through the cabin. Even you decided to drink your champagne and pour another drink.

After a few songs, during which Lisa ignored you and was singing a long, you arrived at the party.{endif}