Ben drove onto the interstate highway heading east toward home. He and his wife, Beth, hadn’t spoken since they left the party.

“I’m glad we went to the reunion,” Beth said in a soft voice as they drove down the almost empty highway.

“Yeah, it was fun,” Ben replied as he patted his wife’s leg.

“It’s hard to believe we haven’t seen those people in ten years. When we were in school, we saw them every day. Kate and I were inseparable in those days. Now she has a child I’ve never seen,” Beth said as she stared out the car window.

“You two were always together. I remember thinking that I was going to have to take both of you to bed if I was ever gonna get into your pants.”

Beth laughed. “Knowing Kate, she probably would have accepted that offer. She was always a little wild.”

“She still looks good,” Ben told his wife. “Not that ten years is that long, but some of those women have aged a lot. At least three of the guys are balding already. Melissa must have gained twenty pounds.”

“We had a lot of fun in school. Once you got me into your bed, I never wanted to get out.”

“You look better now than you did in college, babe,” Ben announced. “I was standing with the guys and they were all checking you out.”

“Not just me,” Beth insisted.

“Oh yeah, it was you. You were standing with your back to the men and they were all looking at your hot ass.”

Ben didn’t use profanity much, but when he did, Beth enjoyed it. It meant that he was being candid. “You think my ass is still hot?”

“It was what attracted me to you twelve years ago. I spotted your ass before I saw your pretty face. I noticed you on campus from about thirty feet away. You were wearing yellow shorts and I swore to myself I was going to find a way to get my hands on that butt.”

Beth laughed again. “It didn’t take you long once you met me. I wasn’t exactly difficult to get in bed.”

“You weren’t easy, either.”

“So, when did you lose interest in my ass?”

Ben looked at his wife. “Lose interest? Never! In fact, your behind is probably sexier now than it was during our college days. I caught Hank looking you over tonight. Standing beside him, I said, ‘she’s still got the best ass in town.’ He nodded and told me what a lucky man I was.”

“If that’s the case,” Beth said with a crooked eyebrow, “Why have you ignored my butt for the last nine months. You used to love to have anal sex, but you haven’t been as interested in the last couple of years.”

“It’s not that I’m not interested, baby. I’ve just been working so hard for the past two years and I’ve traveled so much, I just haven’t had as much time as I’d like to spend with you in bed.”

“You used not to care if we were in bed,” she replied in a low voice. “You used to take me in the kitchen, on the stairs and on the sofa. I think you’ve lost interest in me.”

“No way!” Ben said. “It just seems that now when we have the opportunity, I want to be comfortable and take care of your sweet pussy.”

Beth got a little twinge. Ben didn’t use words like ‘pussy’ very often. She decided to push him a little more. “Is it sweet?”

“Oh yes. The sweetest one there is. And by the time I get in it, there’s nothing else to think about. I just want to fuck you until we can’t move anymore.”

“Oh my,” Beth thought with her eyebrows raised. “Ben just used the ‘f’ word. He must be getting worked up.”

“I’ll tell you a story,” she said leaning back in her seat. “Two weeks ago, while you were away, I overheard two of the women in the office talking about having anal sex. One of them is married and the other isn’t. They were going on about how much they loved it and how it broke up the routine in the bedroom. I was thinking about it on the way home and stopped at the adult toy store. I just marched right in there, bought a butt plug and took it home.”

“You went into that store alone and bought a butt plug?” Ben said in disbelief.

“Yes, I did. I took it home, put it in and masturbated… twice.”

“I don’t believe you,” Ben insisted.

“The next morning, before I left for work, I put the plug in and wore it to work.”

“No way!” Ben said, turning his head to look at his wife.

“I swear I did,” she replied smugly. “By noon, I was so horny that I drove over to the mall, parked in a remote part of the parking lot and masturbated again.”

“You didn’t!”

“Yes, I did. Not only that, two days later, I did it again. I put it in before leaving home and had to drive to the parking lot at noon. I was so horny I masturbated twice. My panties were so wet I had to take them off and leave then in the car the rest of the day.”

“You swear you’re telling the truth?”

“Absolutely. Don’t you remember coming home on Friday night and me pulling you into the bedroom?”

“You were pretty wild. You were louder than usual.”

Beth leaned over and ran a finger down his jawline. “If you still think I’m a hot number, you’re going to have to start taking care of me. I’m thirty-two now and at my sexual peak. I think I deserve your attention.”

“Didn’t you get enough of my attention the first five years we were married?” he said with a laugh.

“There’s truth in that,” she replied as her fingers ran down his sleeve. “I don’t think there was a single day we were together that we didn’t have sex. But that doesn’t mean that you can ignore me now.”

“I’m not ignoring you, sweetheart. It’s just that I’m so wrapped up in work.”

“Then it’s time for you to get wrapped up in me!” she said, making pouty lips.

Ben quickly looked at his wife and turned back to look at the highway. “Are you wearing panties?”

“Of course I am. I don’t go out in public without underwear.”

“Take them off,” he told her.

“Do what?”

“I said, take them off and hand them to me,” Ben repeated.

Beth was more than surprised at her husband’s tone. He wasn’t asking. He was demanding. The concept gave her a thrill. She had always been aroused by ‘take charge’ kind of guys, but Ben had never been one. Still looking at her husband, Beth lifted her butt off of the seat, put her hands under her skirt and pulled her panties off. She watched him as he fondled the silky fabric.

Ben immediately felt the dampness in the crotch of his wife’s panties. He brought them to his nose and inhaled. “Your pussy always smells so sweet,” he groaned, not taking his eyes off the highway.

Never had she even thought of her husband sniffing her panties, but here he was, holding them to his nose. Rather than being repulsed, Beth was excited. She could feel the wetness between her legs. Without panties she would likely leave a wet spot on the leather seats. “I’m glad you like it,” Beth muttered.

Glancing at here once again, Ben said, “Pull your skirt up. I want to see that sweet pussy.”

Her surprise turned to shock. He had never said such a thing to her, but she did exactly as he demanded. Beth pulled up the bottom of the skirt until it was around her waist. “Is this what you want?”

Ben reached over, putting his hand behind her knee. “I want you to turn so that I can see you,” he growled as he pulled on her leg.

Beth felt very exposed. She could feel the cool air circulating within the car as it touched her nether lips.

“Now touch yourself,” he growled. “Show me how you masturbated in that parking lot. Did you use a toy?”

“Just my fingers,” she whispered. What he was saying was alarming, but also exciting.

“Then do it,” he demanded. “Show me how you did it.”

In her lifetime, Beth had masturbated a thousand times. She enjoyed pleasuring herself and had been doing it since she was sixteen. When she was in high school she had masturbated with a girlfriend, but they hadn’t really watched each other. Now her husband was demanding that she masturbate for him. It was dirty! It was naughty! It was just as erotic as hell? Her hand moved to her knee before slowing sliding up her leg. When her fingers ran through her slit, Beth was surprised to find that she was dripping wet.

Turning his face to look at her again, Ben smiled. “That’s it, sweetie. Show me how you used your fingers to get off in the parking lot.”

Beth covered her pussy with her hand, dragging her fingers over it. By the time her fingertips reached her hardened clit, they were covered with her juices. “Oh my,” she whispered as her wet fingers slipped over her nub.

“Yeah, that’s nice, baby. Keep doing that.”

“I have never considered masturbating in front of my husband,” Beth thought. “But by the look on his face, I should have.” As she ran her fingers around her nub, she could see his erection through his trousers.

“What were you thinking about when you were in the parking lot playing with your pussy?”

Rubbing herself a little harder now, she thought before answering. “The first time I was thinking about you fucking my ass. I was remembering the time you wanted it in the kitchen and covered your cock with olive oil. That was sexy and you were so loud.”

“And the second time?”

The truth was, the second time Beth was remembering a time when she watched her college roommate masturbating for her boyfriend. It was just one of the most erotic things she had ever witnessed. But in an instant Beth decided to tell a different story. “I was thinking about a time a couple of years ago when we were having sex in a hotel room. You had been on top of me, but rolled over onto your back. You may remember I took your cock in my mouth and made you cum.”

“That’s what you were thinking about?” Ben asked. “You were remembering a time when I got off in your mouth?”

“That’s what I was dreaming about,” Beth lied. “I love having your cock in my mouth, but that time was even better than usual because you were covered in my juices. I could taste your precum, but mostly I tasted myself. It was a huge turn-on for me.”

“I remember that time,” he said, still holding the panties beside his nose.

“The truth is, I’d suck you off every day. I love it. I love the way it tastes and how it feels when you explode in my mouth. It gives me a feeling of satisfaction. But you are always in a hurry to get your cock inside my pussy. I love it any place you want to put it.”

Ben turned to look at his wife. It appeared as though she had slipped a finger inside her pussy and was slowly moving it in and out. “I guess I’ve just been shy about asking you to do things I wanted to try. I’ve been afraid you’d think I was some kind of pervert.”

Reaching out, Ben took one of her breasts in his hand, rubbing his thumb across her hardened nipple. “Take that thing off,” he ordered. “I want to feel your tits.”

While trying to get it off, Beth decided to get naked. Taking his hand in hers, Beth pressed his fingers against her full, round breasts. “Is this what you want?”

“Yeah,” he said with a growl in his voice. “I love your tits, Beth. I can only guess how sweet it would be to have my cock between them, sliding it back and forth.”

“We’ll do that when we get home,” she whispered before placing her hand back between her legs.

He glanced over again. “Put two fingers in your pussy. I want to see you fuck yourself,” Ben said in a breathless whisper.

Stretching out her leg until it touched his, Beth opened herself up to Ben, put two fingers in her mouth to get them wet and then pressed both inside her dripping pussy. She wasn’t going to tell him that it was her favorite way to masturbate with her fingers. This was the way she did it when she was extremely aroused and anxious to reach an orgasm.

Ben looked back at her and smiled. “Yeah! That’s what I want to see. Get those fingers in nice and deep. I want to be able to hear it. I want you to go fast and hard.”

His words were like gasoline on a fire. His crazy behavior was exciting her beyond her normal limits. She was moving her fingers in and out rapidly, watching the expression on his face. He looked back when her fingers began making sloppy noises. Her entire hand was now covered with her juices. “I’m gonna cum, Ben,” she groaned.

Once again, he reached over to fondle her breast. He twisted on a nipple the way she liked it.

Beth slid down in the seat a little more, moving her pussy closer to her husband. “Oh fuck, Ben. I’m cumming!” Her pelvis began to buck up and down in rapid thrusts as she groaned loudly. “Oh fuck, yes!”

He waited until Beth was still. “When we get home I plan to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“Good,” she whispered. “I hope so. I plan to stay just like this. I’m not putting my clothes back on, so don’t get stopped by a cop.”

“We’ll be home in fifteen minutes,” Ben said with a grin. He reached out his hand to cover her pussy. “Have I ever mentioned how sexy your pussy is? I love that you trimmed the hair and just left this little patch at the top.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned it,” she said as she squeezed her breasts.

“Can you smell it, Beth?” he asked. “The car is filled with the perfume of your pussy. I love it!” Ben pressed his thumb into her wet hole before he pulled it out to run it around her clit. “It’s gonna be a long night, baby.”