Hi, y'all. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are adults. Feel free to give it a vote one way or another, and leave a comment if you wish. I hope you enjoy this one. It was fun to write.

"You ready, Babe?" I asked my wife, Alicia, as I walked towards the door.

"Yes," she said as she quickly fell in behind me.

I walked out the front door to our house and stepped aside, letting her go in front of me as I wanted to ensure that the door was secured. Alicia kept on and stopped at the passenger side door of our SUV and waited there while I locked up.

Today was the first day of our seven-day road trip. Living in northern Arizona, we had made a plan to drive over to San Diego and drive up the coast to Washington before returning home. If we were serious about it, the drive wouldn't take us nearly seven days, so we had a plan to meander, take our time, and enjoy the road, maybe set our GPS to avoid highways here and there, and go about it the long route.

After securing the door, I walked over and opened Alicia's door so she could get in and get herself situated. I refused to let her open her own door. This had started when I first met her for our first date. She wasn't used to such a thing because the popularity of such an act has either been forgotten or beaten out of most men these days. It only takes one "strong, independent woman" doing the wrong thing at the wrong time to ruin a man.

Luckily, my beautiful wife was thrilled with the idea and hopped right on that gravy train. She thought it was romantic, and this minor act of chivalry (along with other things I considered "normal", i.e., putting her on the inside track of the sidewalk, pulling her chair out for her, sleeping closest to the door, etc.) seemed to have some sort of positive effect on her. We've been married eight years now, and it's gotten better with every passing day.

Once she was situated and secured, I moved around and got in behind the wheel. Our luggage was packed in the back, along with blankets and pillows, and snacks. For me, one medium suitcase with jeans, shorts, sleeping attire (though I was not expecting to be using that too often, and an array of shirts, socks, boxers, and swim trunks. I had one pair of shoes that were on my feet. If I needed some sort of specialty footwear or other items, I would just buy it on our trip.

Alicia had a medium suitcase and a large suitcase with various outfits, sundresses (she loved those thin, floaty dresses), swimwear, sleepwear, jeans and shorts, and various other items, along with extra shoes and all her womanly things she needed; makeup, toiletries, and the like.

I snapped my seat belt on and adjusted the mirrors a bit. "Shall we?" I asked, raising one eyebrow at her.

She giggled and said, "Tally ho!" as she pointed down the street. I smiled and pulled out of the driveway.

Alicia is a wonder of the world to me. It's like she was built for me alone. She had corn-blond hair that stretched to the middle of her back and was lightly curly. Her hair was fine and silky, and I had a habit of playing with it, letting it slip through my fingers. It always felt smooth and cool. Pleasant. She was five feet, five inches with a slim waist and hips that flared out at a provocative angle, smallish breasts that felt wonderful in my large hands, with small nipples that poked out proudly most of the time. She was nice to look at, and I looked a lot.

I'm six-feet-three inches, muscular with a minor belly. I tended to work out every other day throughout the week, but not at all on the weekends. It kept me in decent shape, and Alicia seemed to enjoy that I didn't have washboard abs. I wasn't fat, and my arms and legs were muscular and powerful. I kept the hair on my chest but trimmed it up down below. Alicia seemed to enjoy that. Many times, sitting watching a movie or lying in bed, she'd absently run her fingers through my chest hair.

As we drove, I settled in the seat comfortably. Our first destination was Las Vegas, only a few hours away. Our area of the state was extremely beautiful and is often depicted in paintings. But it is an orange and red desert landscape, dotted with one color of green juniper tree here and there, and when you live in it, you appreciate the greenery of other places.

Alicia settled in her seat with her legs up, almost kneeling, but they were folded in behind her. We talked about this and that for a while before the conversation dropped off, and we just enjoyed each other in a comfortable silence. We'd talk and have discussions about things as they came up along the drive.

I had one arm on the wheel, and with the other, I was running my fingers lightly through Alicia's hair, not thinking of anything at all when I noticed a small movement from her out of the corner of my eye.

Alicia had put her head back against the seat, and her eyes were closed. She had a contented look on her face and appeared to be enjoying my minor administration. (She would later tell me that my playing with her hair in such a way always turned her on a little.)

I smiled and continued on. We were on the freeway heading south. I'd moved to the slow lane, going five under the speed limit (we were in no hurry after all). This particular SUV had variable cruise control and was much like driving itself. If I set it at 75, it would maintain 75 unless something was going slower ahead of us, in which case the SUV slowed down all by itself to maintain safe spacing in the lane. If that item sped up, the car would speed up of its own accord and maintain the speed. I just had to keep my hands on the wheel and enjoy the ride.

"What are you thinking about?" Alicia asked suddenly.

I glanced at her. "Absolutely nothing," I said, and smiled.

"I don't know how men can just not think of anything," she said, not for the first time.

"It's because we're stupid, Honey," I said, joking.

She laughed. "I know you're not stupid."

After a few more miles, and without warning, Alicia reached over and unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and reached in and pulled my flaccid dick out.

"Feeling frisky?" I asked.

"A little," she said. She blushed. No matter how long we've been together, she always blushed when she did "sexual" things. I did not get road head very often. She did it a couple of times when we first got together, but in no way was it a normal thing. It had been several years since the last time.

She started stroking me slowly. With the risk of being seen driving down the freeway, there was an added level of eroticism connected with the act, and in short order, my cock was thickening and elongating. I had a decent dick, I thought, just shy of eight inches and thick and veiny. My petite wife had never had an issue with orgasms (that I was aware of) during our time together.

For a while, Alicia just stroked me slowly, enjoying the feel of my meat in her small hand. She'd stroke the length slowly a few times, then run her hand up and circle the head. She tended to try to insert her finger in the tip, not forcefully, but enough, and it got the pre-cum flowing. The sensation is a different kind of pleasure and feels great.

I kept my attention on the road, occasionally glancing at her hand playing with my dick and stealing glances at her beautiful face. Watching her mannerisms change from general interest and playfulness to lust was an experience all in itself. She flushed and unbuttoned almost all of the buttons on her blouse. She never wore a bra, so the visual was fantastic.

With her spare hand, she reached in and started playing with her nipple, squeezing, pinching. I told her that I didn't know what had gotten into her, but I appreciated it and complimented her on her technique, told her it felt amazing.

After looking around for a moment, she opened her shirt to expose her small, wonderful breasts to me and the world around us. This was something that she had never done before and seemed to ramp up her level of arousal. Which worked out for me.

"Baby, I don't know what side of you I'm seeing right now, but I like it."

She smiled shyly. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm really fucking horny for some reason."

"I'd venture to say that there is nothing wrong with you. I like you horny. Hell, you can just sit there and make me horny so this... This is shaping up to be a fantastic road trip."

"This is going to be a fun trip," she said simply. "I promise. I'm feeling a little adventurous."

"I can tell." I smiled at her, letting her know I approved.

She continued to slowly stroke my hard dick. I tried to keep all my attention on the road, but stealing glances at her hand moving along my shaft was incredible each time I saw it. I was so hard it was starting to ache, and I shifted to provide a little more room to extend my hips and make me more comfortable in the seat.

Alicia continued playing with my dick and her tits. She clearly wanted to extend this and didn't want me to come anytime soon. But I needed to change her mind. The blood pumping to my cock was insistent.

"Honey, I need to cum. We're either going to have to pull over somewhere or..."

"No," she whined. "I don't want you to cum yet. I want to play with it. For a long time."

She slumped into a pretty pout with a bit of disappointment, but she continued to jack me off and play with her nipples.

"Baby, it's starting to hurt. I can't go on like this. If I blow my load, we can restart, and you should have miles and miles to play with it."

I was trying to convince her. After a minute, she realized I was right and grinned at me. Without a word, she glanced around again and then brought her head down and sucked my hard cock into her mouth.

The sensation was so intense I almost blew my load on contact with her warm, wet mouth. I restrained myself (an unbelievable feat) because I wanted to see and feel her pumping her head up and down on my granite member.

She moaned as she took me in. I felt my dick slide to the back of her mouth and stop there. She held that position for a moment and then retracted herself. I felt warm saliva slipping down my shaft from her mouth. She incorporated it as she continued to jack me off while pumping up and down on my cock. I could see the shape of her lips as they traced up and down on my rod, and that's all that it took, really. The image was so incredibly hot that I believe it will be burned in my memory forever.

With a few more moans from Alicia and a few more pumps, I was ready.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

She immediately went down harder on my shaft, burying my meat in her mouth, moving slightly up and down, coaxing the cum from my balls. She was squeezing her boob tightly, and a sexy mewling noise was coming from her.

If feral need is a thing, I believed I was seeing it now. She needed my cum like a fish needs water. She pumped my shaft from top to bottom and sealed her lips around the head, and I was past my limit. I grunted and instinctively placed my hand on the back of her head.

I bucked my hips a few times as my load shot into my wife's mouth. My orgasm was intense, and it was all I could do to keep the car going in a straight line.

After a moment, I finished. Alicia continued to suck until there was nothing left to come out. I felt her swallow while my softening dick was still in her mouth. Then she released me, and my heavy cock slapped against the material of my shorts along my thigh, twitching.

I was breathing heavy as Alicia sat up, using a finger to dab at the corners of her mouth. She smiled at me sweetly.

She looked around again, wanting to see if she should cover herself if anybody was around. Those who were around were passing us too fast to have noticed anything anyway.

Leaving herself exposed, she opened the glove box and removed a napkin. She wiped her mouth and then leaned over and took my cock in her hand again, using the napkin to absorb any remnants of the blowjob and soak up any of her saliva that may have lingered. After, she disposed of the napkin in a plastic bag and sat back.

"That was fun," she said and smiled sweetly.

I glanced at my deflated cock and back to her. "It was fun... You haven't done that in a very long time. And you've never done this," I said, indicating her open shirt and exposed torso.

She was giddy. "It's naughty, right?"

"It's naughty, I agreed."

"Am I your naughty little slut?" she asked, sweetly.

I was shocked. She'd never been into any sort of dirty talk, or at least she'd never attempted it. It was a massive turn on. She giggled at my reaction.

Alicia leaned toward me as I was trying to find my words and bit my ear lightly. "Tell me I'm your naughty little slut," she whispered.

"You're my naughty little slut." I growled.

She shivered when I said it and reached down to fondle my cock again. I brought my spare hand up and started groping an exposed tit, appreciating the supple feel, the softness of her skin, and the contrasting, aroused nipple, stiff against my touch.

She stayed in that general position for miles, just lightly playing with my cock and looking lustfully between it and my face. After a while, I was stiffening again, like I knew I would.

Alicia bounced up and down for a second in her seat with excitement and continued to fondle my stiffening dick.

"I'm going to be playing with this the whole trip," she said. "Just so you know. Your cock is not going to spend a lot of time in your pants, mister."

"I'm certainly okay with that," I said. "Why don't you get more comfortable?"

She raised her eyebrows questioningly. I nodded.

I watched appreciatively as she removed her blouse altogether. Then she made a show of extending her legs and lifting her hips off the seat in order to remove the shorts she had on. After they were discarded on the floor, she looked at me again.

"Go ahead," I said and nodded at her lacy panties. "Take them off."

She flushed again and looked around.

Instinctively, I knew my role here. Somehow, I knew what she wanted in this moment. So, I said, "Don't look around."

She looked at me, questioning but expectant.

"I want to see you. Nobody else matters," I said. "Take them off."

She flushed again and stripped her panties off while staring me in the eyes. I saw that this turned her on even more. We had entered a whole new level of arousal, for her and for me.

Her hand went immediately to her crotch, her dainty fingers finding her clit and rubbing at it intently.

I stuck my finger out like I was pointing at her nose. "Suck it," I said. "Get some saliva on there."

My instructing her seemed to have a dramatic effect on her. Her breathing increased as she sucked my finger into her mouth, moaning. I felt her tongue swirl around it and coat it with saliva.

After she opened her mouth, I removed my finger and watched a drop of saliva fall onto her chest. I reached down, moving her hands out of the way, and traced my wet finger around her clit. She gasped and moaned with pleasure as I exercised her nub.

After a moment, I had her squirming in her seat. A few vehicles passed, and though she was aware of them, she ignored them. I toyed with her clit for a minute before reaching down and trailing my finger down between her pussy lips and finally into her hot, wet box.

Alicia bore down against my hand, wanting more of my finger inside of her.

"Oh, my god!" Her voice was loud as she bucked her hips against my hand. "Yes, baby! Finger that pussy!"

Again, new ground. This was a side of my wife I had never seen. Her need was enormous, and hearing her squeal and gasp and moan, whispering "yes, yes, yes," followed by her loud epithets of pleasure was incredibly erotic.

She was bucking her hips wildly, watching my finger slide in and out of her. She failed to notice the large pickup truck next to her window. The truck paced us, obviously watching. That was a new turn on for me. Some random stranger on the freeway watching me finger fuck my hot wife in the passenger seat.

I slid another finger in, and Alicia groaned with approval, bucking wildly. She was intent on watching my fingers slide in and out of her. Her left hand was pinching her nipple, twisting and pulling, causing her breath to come in short, quick gasps. She snaked her right hand down her flat belly, under my hand, and commenced to rubbing her clit furiously.

"Ahhh, my dirty little slut likes to be naked and fingered, doesn't she?"

"Oh, God! I love it! Feels. So. Good!"

She bore down again, moving her hips against my finger in a circular motion. She kicked her foot up against the dashboard for leverage and bucked wildly.

"Fuck, Baby! I'm going to cum all over this seat! Finger me faster."

I increased my pace as best I could while maintaining the vehicle in my control. It's more difficult than it sounds when you have a tiny feral blond grinding against your hand.

"Oh!" she shouted, and then she screamed loudly and arched her back, slamming her head into the back of the seat. She was levitating her ass off the seat, bucking her hips as I held on for dear life, my two middle fingers buried inside her. There was no breathing, no sound for 10 seconds or so before she suddenly relaxed and dropped back down into the seat. She exhaled loudly and began gasping, deep, hard breaths. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, locking my hand in place. I could feel her spasming, and her legs started shaking.

I looked over at the pickup truck that had been pacing us the whole time and smiled. I couldn't see the driver, but he accelerated and moved calmly away. I hoped he had some good mental images to beat off to later. Alicia was coming down quickly. I kept moving my fingers, very small movements, inside of her, causing her to squirm. After a moment, she reached down and removed my fingers from her drenched pussy and started licking my fingers clean. My dick got harder. This was certainly shaping up to be a fantastic road trip. We'd only gone a hundred miles or so. What did the other fifteen hundred hold in store?

"How do you taste?"

"Mmm, you know how I taste," she said.

Eating her out was one of my favorite activities to get her revved up. I did indeed know how she tasted.

"How do you taste to you? Do you like the taste of your pussy?"

"Yes," she was suddenly shy again and blushing.

"How does it taste?" I asked again.

She sucked on my finger, taking it all the way in her mouth, sucking it clean, and then removed it. "Sweet," she said, looking at me and biting her lip. "And... Musky,"

"You, my darling wife, are full of surprises," I said.

"I don't know what's gotten into me," she said, a little embarrassed.

"I don't either, but I hope it stays in you. That was the hottest fucking thing." I shook my head and smiled at her.

"You don't think I'm a freak?"

"I absolutely think you're a freak! I fucking love it," I told her enthusiastically.

I reached over and put my hand behind her neck and pulled her to me for a kiss. She leaned in and slipped her tongue between my lips. It was quick, and I maintained attention to the road and my surroundings.

We settled into another comfortable silence after that. Alicia picked up her phone and popped open her reading app to read a book, but she constantly had her hand over the console, playing absently with my exposed cock, flipping it this way and that, giving me the occasional loving stroke.

At some point, she put her clothes back on but left her blouse completely open, allowing me to appreciate her beautiful, perky breasts. Her nipples were in a constant state of arousal, which I found exciting.

As the miles passed, my dick inflated and deflated repeatedly as my wife toyed with it absently. We would have normal discussions the whole time, like it was nothing to be riding around with her fondling my cock while her tits were out.

We'd made it most of the way to Vegas without having to stop, only another 50 miles or so. But inevitably, we both had to pee, and I needed fuel.

"Can we make this Standard Operating Procedure?" Alicia asked before we stopped. Being a blue-collar man, she'd picked up my language.

"What?" I asked.

"Like, whenever we get in the car, your cock is out. Like, every time we get in the car."

"Well, I don't see why not. This is turning out to be no normal road trip," I said.

"I don't mean just this trip," she said, eyeing me. "I mean, anytime. All the time."

She reached over and stroked my dick a few times for emphasis.

"Alright," I said. I'd put that to the test. We fixed our clothes as we pulled into a gas station, and as I pumped the gas, Alicia went inside to pee and get a drink. After the car was full again, I went in and did the same.

She waited for me to get done, and we paid for our drinks and some snacks for the road. I opened her door again; it was an automatic thing for me to do. Once she was in, I walked around and got in behind the wheel. Once my seat belt was on, I unzipped my fly and reached in to pull my dick out.

Alicia was smiling lovingly as she reached over to grasp it. I moved off down the highway as she played with my cock. She was less urgent now, and her touch was light; she'd pick it up and let it rest in her palm, feeling the weight of it. Then she'd slide it between all her fingers lightly. It felt wonderful.

When we reached our hotel in Vegas, I stuffed my semi-hard dick back in my pants and unloaded our luggage. Neither one of us was keen to gamble, but we did have to eat, so we went to one of the casinos for dinner. It wasn't the weekend, so the place wasn't insanely packed, but we had to wait a bit to be seated. Alicia had changed into one of the floaty dresses, a beautiful orange color, and when I put my arm around her, dropping my hand to rest on her perfect ass, I noticed she didn't have any panties on. She was really throwing the surprises out there.

I turned her to face me and discreetly slid my hand down to cup her bald pussy over her dress. "My dirty little slut is still at it."

She smiled cheekily up at me and slid her hips forward into my palm, adding pressure to the touch. After a minute, I released her, and we were called to be seated.

We ordered some drinks, wine for her, Jack, and cola for me, and placed our food order. When the waiter moved off, Alicia slipped her foot out of her shoe and extended her leg to place it in my crotch. I glanced at it and back up at her. She was smirking.

"Take it out," she whispered.

"Honey, we are in the middle of a restaurant," I reminded her.

"So, what? I want to feel it with my feet."

Possible new fetishes unlocked. There were two; the footplay was spiking my blood pressure, and being in public was next-level erotic. Add the chance of getting caught in an erotic situation, and the risk amplifies all the feelings. I felt the blood flood to my dick as my heart rate increased. I was excited as I reached down and unzipped my fly and pulled my dick out. I reached up and pulled the cloth napkin from the table into my lap.

She fondled my cock with her feet until the waiter came with our food, trying with all her might to slide it between each toe. I enjoyed it immensely. After our food arrived, we focused on our dinner, making light, playful conversation. Halfway through, I stuffed my suffering dick back in my pants and zipped up.

We finished our dinner and had a couple more drinks, then we left. Again, as soon as I got in the SUV, I pulled my dick free of its confines.

Alicia didn't waste any time. She was switched on again, and she leaned over to suck me into her eager mouth. She gave me head the entire way back to our hotel.

As soon as we were in the room, I turned her away from me and bent her over at the waist. No time for foreplay. The entire day had been foreplay, and we were both ready. I lifted her dress, flipping it halfway up her back, and rammed my aching cock deep into her in one swift motion.

"Oh, fuck!" she yelped, but backed up into it. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she squealed. We were barely inside the door, just standing there, and I went hard. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back to me with every thrust, my heavy balls slapping at her loudly.

"Ah, fuck your little slut," Alicia said, looking over her shoulder at me. I did.

For a few minutes, the air was filled with the sound of us moaning and grunting together with the slap, slap, slap of my balls bouncing off her. When I figured we'd both had enough of standing and needed to get off our feet, I moved her to the bed, my dick buried deep inside her. Reluctantly, I pulled out of her so we could both get our clothes off, and I lay down on the bed, motioning for her to come to me.

Alicia crawled sexily up towards me, and just when she was about to impale herself on my rod, I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her around.

I realized in the middle there somewhere that we'd never sixty-nined before, which is odd because we loved going down on each other.

She yelped and laughed out loud when I flipped her around. She was not expecting that. I immediately buried my face in her hot snatch and went to work. Her laugh faded, and sounds of passion erupted from her.

After a minute, I noticed that she was stuck in the throes of passion and had not started on my throbbing cock yet.

"You gonna suck that dick or not?" I asked playfully.

She started as if she'd forgotten it was there, and then dived down on it. Alicia had never been a deep-throat artist and never would be, but the way she tried this time was so fucking hot. I felt my dick hit the back of her mouth, and she really did her best to take more of it. She'd come up gasping for breath and slobbering before going again to give it all she could.

After a few minutes of this, I think we'd both had our fill, and I moved her off. I put her in doggy again (she loved it from behind) and moved behind her.

"I know what my little slut wants," I grunted.

"I want your fat cock inside me," she said plainly.

Yep, I knew that.

I reached up to grab a handful of her fine, silky hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to arch her back and stick her ass out to me. Interestingly, this caused her to have an orgasm before I even put my dick in.

Alicia cried out as it hit and bucked her hips wildly. Balancing herself on one arm, she reached under herself and rubbed her clit furiously. To my utter shock, she screamed, her pelvic girdle seemed to spasm, and then she squirted all over my cock and balls.

Another first. Alicia and I had had some fantastic sex in our time together, but she had NEVER squirted before. She got good and sloppy wet most of the time, but never this.

Seeing her juices coating and dripping off my cock shook me out of my shock, and I stuffed my aching dick into her. Pulling her hair back with each thrust forward caused her to moan loudly and constantly, muttering words like "fuck it, fuck me, fuck it" the whole time. After a few minutes, I knew this was going to send me over the edge. I pounded into her until she had another quaking orgasm, then pulled out of her. I was on the brink, and it was time to fulfill one of my fantasies.

I stepped out of the bed and stood, pulling her out with me. She looked at me, dazed.

"Get down on your knees," I said. Alicia was breathing hard, but a new excitement came into her eyes, and she sank down as I stroked my swollen cock.

I cupped her head, holding her where she was as I beat off an inch from her face. There is no way she didn't know what I was doing.

"Mmmm, cum for me, baby," she cooed, eyeing me sexily. I grunted in reply.

"Yes, Honey, cum on my face," she said softly. I want it so bad."

" Ugh, fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

" Mmmm-hmmm, cover me, baby," she teased.

I tensed as I felt my orgasm build and release. Thick ropes of cum spurted out from the head, landing across her face, over one eye, in her hair, and into her open, waiting mouth.

In my head, this lasted a very long time; each thick stream of cum hitting her seemed to set me off again with a full load. That was not the case, but it seemed that way.

Finally, my orgasm subsided, and Alicia had taken to stroking me softly and licking the tip of my cock, trying to get every drop out of me. Seeing her do that while her beautiful face was covered in my spunk would be a lifelong memory.

"That was so fuckin' hot", she said.

"You're amazing," I said, gazing at her cum-covered face.

She kissed the tip of my dick, gave it one last lick, and then wrapped her small hand around its girth and led me to the bathroom where we showered together. I appreciated that she left her face for last, wearing my cum almost the whole time.

Afterward, we got comfortable in the bed, naked as usual. We talked about the day and what we liked and didn't like. Honestly, there wasn't anything we didn't like, either one of us. She told me that when I was a little bit aggressive, it really got her juices flowing, but she wouldn't like that all the time.

I told her I enjoyed the idea of driving around with my dick out for her to play with whenever she wanted, and that I enjoyed the road head and the dirty talk. She told me that when I pulled her hair, it cracked something inside of her. Just thinking of that kept her hot and wet. When I came on her face that she thought that it was extremely sexy and wanted to do that again, though she said she loved it in her pussy as well. That would be an adventure for tomorrow (or the next day, depending on recovery time).

Overall, the day was incredible. Because of it, somehow, we've become even closer and more willing to express our desires freely. It feels like a win for my soul, having my best friend and lover on my level.

I have some other ideas for this road trip, since my darling wife is feeling so adventurous. It makes me a little daring, too. Makes me excited for tomorrow's drive.