my naughty wife

It is well known that life writes the best stories. And telling them is always nice.

The concert was absolutely amazing, deep basses, great beats, a rhythm that makes me groove and by my side a really hot woman, my wife.

Today she wears her black boots especially for me with her blouse and shiny leggings. These are still suitable for the slopes and quite sexy with a 12cm heel. Nadine stood out in the crowd. Because she gave everything in terms of make-up today. Smokey eyes and a shiny dark red lipstick attract every man to catch at least one if not 2 looks. Her white blouse fits perfectly, she's probably not wearing a bra, as she so often does, which she can very well afford with her shapely tits.

We're already on our way home. More than 100km of highway. She told me: "Sorry, but I can't drive you home. 3 Caipi are a lot of wood” giggling, handing the keys of their Boxter convertible. It's still warm, we drive open. Night has long since fallen and the lights of the sports car illuminate the fast lane. Almost 200 clothes, the box is really steamy.

Lost in thought, I steer the speedster across the track. In my mind, see her with her high boots, moving to the beat of the music as best she can, because the concert was packed, hardly a centimeter of space, bodies crowded together listening to the great sound and moving slightly.

I smell smoke, but it's not your typical cigarette smell. Nadine self-confidently drags on a cigarillo. I guess I look over at her a bit puzzled. She notices the look and counters directly. "Is what? Ah, of course I understand. Cigarillos are not for girls. A good woman doesn't do that” she grins, blowing the smoke in my face.

Nadine opens the glove compartment. She carefully puts on her super soft red leather gloves. Why? But I find it sexy, I like the soft leather and especially the scent that it gives off when she strokes my face with it. Normally she only wears them when she is chasing her Porsche through the streets.

"Darling?" she carefully begins the conversation. "In purely hypothetical terms, what would you do if I hadn't been very good today?" "I don't quite understand, you have to give me a helping hand, when have you not been good?" I ask. "No, just a mind game, I didn't say I wasn't good. Just the assumption” “Mhh, let's shoot” I answer.

"OK, imagine that a guy hit on me quite unabashedly when you got my caipi at the counter during the break" "OK, did he?" I don't quite know what she's getting at, but I'm interested . "Please don't interrupt me. So, the guy would be quite a bit younger than me. Muscular upper body, strong arms, broad back, just like you, just a lot younger." She falters. Is she waiting for an answer? Then she continues. "He asks if I'm here alone. I tell him that I am accompanied. He thinks it's a shame. But I give him the tip that he should be a little imaginative.” “Purely hypothetical, of course,” I reply with a smile. I notice how she is holding her cigarillo in one hand and running her other hand tenderly over her leggings between her legs. The conversation seems to excite her. "Well, and then you were already there with the Caipi. The band starts playing again, the lights are dimming, you're lost in music.” She inhales the smoke from her cigarillo deeply and blows it out with a slight “Uh”. Her hand wanders through the stretchy waistband of her pants between her now slightly spread legs. "I couldn't believe it when I suddenly felt a hand on my clit. The guy had actually dared to touch my pants unabashedly. But instead of fighting back, I enjoyed it." "You're a horny slut, my darling. Tell your purely hypothetical story on,” I remark. My cock is showing signs of life. Then I see how she pushes her pants up her ass and spreads her boots on the cockpit of the Porsche. Nadine continues talking while rubbing her clitoris slightly aroused. "So the guy actually rubbed my clit hard while you were standing a few feet from me. As I get really wet, he puts two more fingers in my cunt, Uhh, I get hot just thinking about it.” I get totally horny at the sight of her, the boots, her wet cunt and the tender fingers that go faster and faster into hers immerse horny cunt. She extinguished her cigarillo. With a handle she opens my pants and my part jumps towards her. In anticipation of a horny experience, I had already given up underwear today. "So I reach back without looking at the guy. Unzip his zipper and hold his magnificent cock in my hand. I slowly start to jerk off his beauty he breathes into my ear that I'm a horny slut. it turns me on"

Everything that Nadine says, she is now reenacting. She tells me how he fingered her. So she fingers herself too. When she tells me she scratched his cock with her fingernails, she digs her fingernails into my cock. I'm hard, hard to bursting. It makes me horny to think that she secretly pleases a guy. Her body begins to tremble slightly, her moans intensifying. She comes loud as always. But it's not enough for her. I would have liked to squirt, but even when she tells me that she felt the stranger's sticky, hot juice on her fingers, she doesn't let me cum.

So far we had hardly seen a car. Saturday night, 1 a.m., who's still scurrying across the train? But then we pass a truck. "Drive to the driver's cab and keep up the pace, the trucker should see me," Nadine instructs. She removed her hand from my cock. With a twitching beating, I obey her instructions. When we're next to the truck, I'm supposed to honk the horn too, because the trucker probably didn't expect such a great show. Now he looks down at us and Nadine turns on the interior light. She blows the happily grinning trucker a kiss and starts jerking off hard again while only having eyes for the guy. My cock starts throbbing without her touching it. "The guy in the truck is jerking off," she reported to me, "That's so hot, the pig jerks off when she sees me. Isn't that sharp. Uhhh, I'll be right back.” Nadine pulls her labia apart as far as she can. "He wants to see my tits, he hinted, such a bastard." But she unbuttons her blouse completely. She kneads her tits, rocks them with both hands or pulls her nipples as long as she can. I have to jerk off, there is no other way. "You won't come," she commands. And then we see the exit to the next rest stop. Step on the gas and you can only see the truck in the rear-view mirror. I turn on the turn signal and turn into the parking lot. Pretty empty, a quick stop. I don't give a shit now if anyone sees us. The belt snaps back into place and I pull down my pants. Pull Nadine over to me Kiss her hard and maneuver her face forward, sitting on my cock. It is the pure greed for salvation that drives us, we both long for the final departure. She rides like the devil. It just crosses my mind that she will hopefully leave my part whole. I grab her sexy tits from behind, twirl her nipples and cheer her on. "Come on you horny hooker, get me the juice. Milk me, you mare.” Screaming, she climaxes again, throws herself off me, just in time to stick my cock in her mouth cunt before I twitch and shoot my cum into her mouth. A few drops spill out of the corners of her mouth. After she has swallowed the main load, she happily spreads the remaining drops of sperm with her finger and licks them off,

We are slowly coming back from our intoxicated state to reality. And then we hear a loud round of applause. The truck is next to us. A visibly enthusiastic trucker applauds with a grin. "Thanks for the awesome show," he calls down from his driver's cab. "Wow, baby, give me your cell phone number. Next week I want to fuck you"

Nadine is confused. Back in the here and now. She starts the engine for me. Close the top. "Let's go now". With squeaking tires, I accelerate the Boxter towards home, while Nadine once again greets her newest fan through the open passenger window with a raised finger.

Before we move to bed after a leisurely cigarette I look at her perfect legs for a while, they look so sexy in high heeled boots. And also on her perfect ass, which is so perfectly staged in her shiny pants.

I have to grin, what am I seeing there? "Suppose, purely hypothetically." I ask her. "You would have someone else's sperm on your butt? Am I supposed to believe your story?”