Our sex life was on fire after the evening with Brad. We would talk about the "incident" with regularity at night. We were now having sex every night during the week and 2-3 times a night during the weekend. This pace hadn’t stopped since, and it was worth the mixed emotions.
We had taken time to decompress after the exhibitionism. We figured it would be smart to make sure we wouldn’t take things too far, or to be uncomfortable by anything new that we had introduced to our sex life. There is a very real concern of "new relationship high" where spouses can be together for years and one decides to run off because of a little excitement that quickly fades.
We spoke through our emotions about it and went back and forth about things we did and didn’t like, and things we may want to consider in the future. We laid out some ground rules that we both agreed on. The first was neither of us would ever be alone with someone else. Dates were out of the question. Our relationship was strong enough, and we didn’t need drama from anyone else. This was purely sexual, and something we were sharing between us. The next rule was no touching. She wasn’t comfortable with the idea of some person groping her, and sex was out of the question. The final rule was communication. We would have to communicate our thoughts and feelings to make sure this would work.
As Missy came home from work Friday, I decided to talk to her about a fun idea that I had. We didn’t really make weekend plans at this point in our lives. We were in our late 20s and most of our friends were having kids or the odd one may be off enjoying their lives and traveling. We would watch TV or do some shopping, but nothing concrete was laid out. This weekend would be different.
“I was thinking about going out to the drive-in this Saturday, what do you think,” I asked.
“That sounds like fun, what’s playing?”
“Well the new Marvel movie is playing on the first screen. The second screen has a special showing of Call Me By Your Name, and the third screen is doing a last showing of some cheesy cult horror.”
Missy hated horror movies and was never able to get into them. She thought about it for a moment.
“Well CMBYN would be fun. I haven’t seen the new Marvel movie yet either. I’m not really a fan of horror though. I guess you decide?”
“I was thinking about bringing Brad with us actually.”
“Oh,” her face flushed just a little, “that could be fun. I mean what do you have in mind?”
“Just a little bit of fun of course. Nothing too heavy. That’s why I was thinking maybe we watch the cheesy horror.”
“Oh god, I won’t even be able to watch it!”
“That’s kind of the point actually…”
She winked at me and lightly kicked against my shin playfully.
“You’re bad. Whatever, it’s an excuse to get out of the house. You know how I feel about horror movies though, so just don’t be a dick.”
I knew how she felt, but I was going to be taking her to that film. It was the final showing and wasn’t exactly popular to begin with according to the person I spoke to. The first showing had only twenty cars. The second had eight. He said we were the only ones to call, but his guess was on three cars. It was going to be a nearly empty lot and having a car with nicely tinted windows meant we would have privacy, even if there were a few cars more than anticipated.
That night while in bed I kept whispering into her ears naughty thoughts about the next night.
“I want to dare you to be terrible tomorrow. I want you to cut loose. I want you to push your boundaries as far as you feel comfortable. I want to fuck you in front of Brad.”
Her breath quickened while I spewed out my filthy language.
“Mmm, make me suck his cock!”
That put me close to the edge.
“Oh yeah,” I paused just on the edge, “And what if I did?”
She stared at me in the eyes, “I guess we would have to find out.”
I came inside of her, offering her a towel and helping to clean up. We put our things together to sleep and I mostly tossed and turned, staring at the wall and imagining all the things I wanted out of the next night.
Our car was a newer model. It had cameras on all sides of the vehicle on the outside that showed up on the picture display and could record in passive mode to be on the lookout for random scratches and hit and runs. On the inside were monitoring cameras in the front and back seats, two facing opposite each other one facing forward and the other backward in the car, and a panorama on the roof. My idea was simple. Whatever fun we had we would record it, with Brad’s permission and watch it that night when we were alone.
The next day arrived and we went about doing our normal things. We went to get breakfast that morning, eating at a local coffee shop. We went to a farmer's market and gathered some groceries and flowers, bringing them home to dress up the house. On the front we are by all accounts just like any other couple. We are just like any other couple. We enjoy brunches and working around the house, and trashy tv shows. We just also had an exhibitionist streak.
The night came faster than I had imagined. She indulged me and allowed me to pick out clothes for her. I chose a loose top, a lacey blue bra, and some short shorts. These were ones she had only ever worn on vacation. I picked out her red converse and some bright yellow ankle socks. We got into the car to pick up Brad.
“So, are you excited for tonight,” I asked.
“Well, if it’s something like before yes. Just remember the rules okay. I don’t want to be put in a weird position.”
“If there’s anything you’re uncomfortable with just say pineapple and I’ll put on the breaks immediately. I’ll make it awkward if I have to.”
She laughed at the choice of a safe word.
“Deal. If I’m uncomfortable I’ll say,” laugh, “pineapple.”
We picked up Brad and exchanged pleasantries. No talk of the night from a few months ago was allowed. Brad and I had texted beforehand and I requested he not speak about it. I also asked his consent to use the cameras, which he was more than enthusiastic to oblige. He was excited about being on camera for whatever I had in mind and was just hoping he would be able to watch at some point. I assured him he would whenever we were alone again.
I drove to the movie theater, pulling up to the kiosk at the front gate to pay our way in.
“Hey, one car for the Cheesy Horror please.”
“Sure, it’s going to be starting in about twenty minutes. There’re only five other cars tonight so you can feel free to park anywhere.”
I paid our dues and pulled the car around to the right lot. It seemed vacant compared to how many cars it could hold. I parked in the back-right corner. There was a car one row in front, and about thirty feet away from us that I was sure probably couldn’t see into ours. We got out and gathered some snacks together, getting back to the car just in time for the movie to begin.
It was a terrible movie, involving obvious deaths, and god awful clichés. After fifteen minutes I looked back to Brad and asked,
“Hey, do you mind grabbing me some cookie dough bites?”
“Hmm, yeah sure I suppose.”
I handed him the cash and he got out of the car, making his way to the concession shack. I turned to Missy with a mischievous look on my face.
“Oh good god, what do you have planned?”
“Just a change in outfit. I mean you did let me pick out what you’re wearing, and I had in mind an outfit change.”
“What is it you want me to do?” She rolled her eyes sarcastically, excited at the idea of whatever was coming up.
“I want you to first take off those high tops.”
She undid the laces and kicked her shoes off to the floor of the passenger seat.
“Good. Now your socks.”
“Okay, weirdo.” She wriggled her nose a bit at this.
She pulled her socks off placing them on the floor beside her shoes. She was now barefoot, wearing the jean shorts and loose white T I had picked out. She looked stunning and never left the house this undressed.
“Good. Now the bra.”
“What? Jeeze, he saw me once already didn’t he?”
“Take. Off. The Bra.”
She looked at me. I had never spoken to her like this before with a stern voice. She blushed a little and reluctantly rose her hand up the back of her shirt, undoing the strap. She took her hands out, staring again. She reached her hand inside and took her bra out, placing it underneath the seat.
“Good. Now be ready for him to come back.”
She looked at him quizzically but he wouldn’t say anything else.
“Sorry guys, there must have been an early intermission at the other move the line was long as hell.”
He handed the cookie dough bites forward and noticed a slight tension. The large windshield reflected the inside of the car slightly and it took Brad only a minute to notice Missy’s nipples. At this point they were erect, pressing against her shirt like they were trying to stab their way out.
“Brad buddy, you have some kind of problem?”
“Oh… I’m sorry I mean I didn’t mean to stare… I just… Sorry.”
“It’s alright, I'm just messing with you. In fact. Missy why don’t get into the back seat with Brad.”
“What,” they both said. His voice was excited, hers was curious.
“Hey, it’s just for some fun. Just sit in the backseat with Brad.”
Missy listened and crawled into the back. Brad stared at her ass as she turned around. She sat directly behind me.
“Put your feet up for us. Brad thinks they’re cute.”
“Hey, not going to lie that’s true, you do have some sexy feet.”
Missy blushed, listening to the men and put her feet up.
“You boys are ridiculous. Behave yourselves.”
I looked back in the mirror locking eye contact, “never,” I winked.
Another five minutes passed, and the tension was beginning to rise in the car. The summer was a hot one and I had turned the A.C. down as low as I knew we could stand it without anyone saying anything. A slight amount of sweat began to build on each of us like a fine dew. Missy looked like she had a slight glow to her.
“Missy, you seem kind of tense. Brad, you’re a good friend, would you mind helping her out?”
“I wouldn’t mind at all,” he said with a smile.
“Missy, why don’t you put your feet in Brad’s lap and let him give you a massage.”
This was outside of the rules. No touching to her meant no touching, which she made very clear in our lengthy conversation. No hugging, no tickling, no rubbing. She looked but didn’t say the safe word. Hesitantly she raised her legs over, placing them on Brad’s lap after letting them hover nervously above it.
He reached his hands out and placed them on her left foot first. She looked away from Brad and stared in the mirror locking eyes with me. She looked aroused but she was starting to be outside of her comfort zone. One of our friends was touching her now, something she had explicitly said she didn’t want and yet she didn’t say the word to stop it now. She was breathing a little heavy, and her cheeks were slightly pink.
“Why don’t you tell him what you want?”
“What,” she asked.
“Tell him what you want him to do. How you want him to touch your feet. To massage you.”
She started letting him know how she liked her feet rubbed. He firmly gripped her feet and stretched them out, rolling her ankle around. He applied a slow-moving, firm pressure on the arch of her foot running it slowly up and down. He did this with both of her feet, rubbing them for about twenty minutes. The movie now had roughly forty-five minutes before it was going to end.
“That’s nice. Do you feel good?”
“Yeah, that felt kind of nice actually.” She pulled her feet away and put them up on the center console so that we could see them. She stretched her toes and wiggled them slightly.
“Brad, why don’t you tell Missy what you really think about how she looks right now?”
I barely finished the words when he blurted out, “You’re fucking hot! I mean damn. Your legs are amazing, I don’t know why you hide them! Your feet, your tits, your ass. If I was married to you I’d give it to you three times a day!”
She was blushing at this and couldn’t respond save for a few fumbled thank you’s, and, oh stop!
“It seems a bit less tense now. How about one more thing. We’ve got another forty minutes now until the movie stops. I dare you to take off your top and make out with Brad until the credits finish. Hard. Do it like you’re kissing me.”
This was the line. This was something that she had stated she would never do. She looked at me and I saw a slight smile spread.
“p… pi… hmm… Fine. I’ll do it.” She trembled.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“No. I don’t mind giving you boys a show,” she said with more confidence.
With this she tucked her legs up underneath her butt, facing brad. She reached her arms down and peeled her top off revealing her perfect chest.
“Damn…” Brad uttered.
She leaned over and placed her hands around his neck and jumped into kissing him with everything she had. She got onto his lap and started to grind against him while he slipped his tongue into her mouth to explore around.
“Yikes, Brad! Tongue!”
She wasn’t used to this.
He put his hand on her back and pulled her closer again. She lost her balance and he went right back to kissing her, shoving his tongue in again. His hands had stayed mostly at his side since I had explained the no-touching rules. He was taken aback at how things were turning and seemed unsure.
“Missy, Brad looks like he wants to touch you. Why don’t you lay down and let him get on top and explore a little?”
She leaned back to her side and spread her legs apart, looking up at me with seductive eyes.
“Like this,” she said in a sickly innocent voice.
“Just like that baby. Brad, feel free to break the no-touch rule.”
Brad smiled and crawled between her legs, resuming his feverous kisses. I was watching another man just attack my wife right now. His hands started to slide up her side and she shivered and shook at his touch. He was eager to grab at her breasts, feeling them all over. He would run her nipples between his fingers, and he would enthusiastically run his thumb tip in circles around the areolas. She bit her lip at this, kissing him on the neck.
Her hands started to explore a bit more too, she grabbed Brad’s head and directed him to kiss her neck. She stared up at me with bedroom eyes like she wanted to just fuck right there, and modesty be damned.
The movie was ending, and the credits began to roll.
The mist had grown on the windows, and I turned the A/C up to defrost them. Missy started to shiver, her nipples standing as hard as they could be now with the cold and another man on top of her.
“It’s all over now guys, time to get dressed.”
Missy ignored me and kept kissing Brad. She lifted him up and sat him down in his seat, kissing him on the lips and neck as she put his seat belt on for him.
She crawled her way to the front and elected to only put the loose shirt back on. The drive back to Brad’s house was twenty minutes with no stoplights between. We started the car and made our way back to drop him off.
I was feeling like pushing things further and turned to Missy. She looked back at me and was giving me the same feeling. I lifted up an eyebrow and without saying anything she seemed to pick up what I was feeling.
She lowered the visor down. We had installed an extra-large mirror for her to work on her looks while I was driving if she ever felt like it. She positioned it so that you could see her shorts and legs. Her breathing began to pick up and she started to let out these soft moans. Brad looked up and could see her legs and the front of her shorts perfectly.
Her hand slipped down and unbuttoned the top button to her shorts. She slipped her zipper down slightly, enough for Brad and I to see her panties. She was wearing a thin black lace, but not thin enough for you to be able to see it beyond a few inches. Her hand lowered into her panties and she did something I thought she would never do.
She fingered herself, moaning and breathing fast.
“God damn, you’re fucking hot Missy.”
She kept the show going. I took my right hand off the wheel and undid my zipper. I grabbed her wrist and placed her hands on my thigh. Brad was staring at this from the back, and you could see the outline of his erection in his pants. He was rock hard and ready to go. I reached my hands over and into Missy’s shorts and started to finger her. With this, she let out a gasp. She reached into my zipper and pulled out my cock and stroked it playfully at first, picking up speed and intensity with every passing second.
“It’d be awfully mean of us to do this little show for Brad and not let him do anything about it. Missy, do you mind?”
She moaned out a “Hnn-nnh” to say she was okay with it.
“Why don’t you ask him?”
She looked over at me, then looked over her right shoulder at Brad.
“Would pull out your cock, and cum for me before we drop you off?”
Brad undid his pants and began to go to work.
Missy lifted her mirror up so you could just barely see my hands at the bottom, but you got a good view of her nipples through her shirt. With her free hand, she began to pinch at her nipples while stroking me with her other hand. She lifted her shirt up and exposed herself to brad. We were all breathing heavily now.