My hips rolled seductively as I strutted around to the car park, a quick flash of lights, from his Hilux, showed me where to go. As I got to the passenger door and opened it, the whole reality of the 'this is it' moment hit me. Every pore in my body tingled with heat.

As I stepped up into the cab I saw his hungry smile. It's hard to step up into a ute gracefully and I knew at that moment that my dress had ridden up just enough to put my naked sodden 'bits' on display, for his eyes to feast on. I instantly felt so brazen and wanton. He pulled me towards him and my arms wrapped themselves around his neck as he pulled me in for another searing kiss, my legs splayed for easy access, which his nimble fingers quickly took advantage of. Our tongues danced as his fingers strummed my burning clit before parting my weeping folds and opening the flooded gates.

I whimpered into his mouth as first one then a second finger entered me, my hips opened even further and bucked as they delved deeper into the furnace that he'd created. I screamed into his mouth as his fingers hit my spot and skyrockets exploded in my brain as I went over the top.

"FUCK!!"

My hips bucked and rotated as I rode the wave, not wanting the intensity to end, the dam burst and I could feel and hear the splashing of my juices as his fingers pistoned in and out of me at just the right speed. My orgasm rolled through me until all my energy was sapped and I collapsed in his arms. My breath ragged as my brain fog took over.

Slowly I gained some composure and only then did I realize that my door was still open and the interior lights were on.

I snapped my thighs together and quickly pulled the door shut. My heart was in my throat, "What's happening to me?" What's Brad doing to me, first I let him take me on a park bench, now in his car with the lights on where anyone could see. So many things crashed through my mind at once, none, of them, making any sense. My body was still dealing with the small aftershocks from my intense orgasm and my brain was foggy.

Then Greg's smiling face was flashing right there before my eyes.

I lay my head back against the headrest trying to rationalize my actions somehow, but nothing came.

I turned my head towards Brad and saw that sexy 'fuck-face' look that I had seen earlier, just before he started lapping at my pussy on the park table. His hot devious 'danger boy' face, which is all part of his sexy persona, grinned at me.

"Simply wow Jules, you're fire," he said, holding my eyes with his.

Then he brought his hand up to my face and ran his fingers across my cheeks before trailing them over my lips. My scent invaded my nostrils, causing me to squeeze my sticky thighs together. My pussy fluttered with desire.

Suddenly, through the clearing brain fog, it all made perfect sense in my mind. I was putting on a show for Greg's viewing pleasure, at least that's how my brain justified my brazen actions, at that moment.

So when he ran his fingers into and grabbed my hair, pulling me towards him across the console, I pulled myself up on my knees and went willingly. I attacked his face with my lips and latched on to his bottom lip with my teeth, I heard him groan, so I released and lavished his neck and ears with passionate licks while at the same time, my hand grabbed his rock-hard cock through his, now, tight pants.

We both groaned in unison as the heat escalated, I undid the buttons on his shirt as the kiss went on and on. When I had them all undone I pulled back and admired his buff torso, then licked my way down his neck and flicked his nipples before sucking first one, then, the other into my wet mouth, undoing his belt and zipper to his pants in quick succession.

The thick helmet of his cock pushed out over the top of his briefs by a couple of inches, I leaned back and admired his virility and his sculptured torso. He lifted and I pulled his pants down over his hips. His cock laying against his stomach appeared to be pulsing with his heartbeat, and my hand automatically reacquainted itself with his granite shaft.

I looked into his eyes and whispered, "You are truly blessed". Then, I kissed him as I started stroking.

I went down and slapped his cock against my breasts, making them all sticky with his weeping juices, before taking him in my mouth. His groans were music to my ears as I worked him into a frenzy. When his hips started to buck, I stopped my oral assault and stroked him until he exploded all over my chest and up to my neck. I kept slowly working his shaft until he stopped bucking, and then, when a final drop escaped from his swollen purple head, I dropped back down and lapped it up before giving him a long, languid kiss.

Sitting back, we both looked at each other and I started giggling.

"Never thought I'd be making out again in a car at my age," I quipped.

"Trust me, it was never like this," he bantered back.

We both laughed as we composed ourselves. I massaged his cum lotion into my skin and gave him a seductive smile as I licked my fingers clean.

With his eyes wide open, he said, "Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?"

"Maybe you just bring out the best in me." I giggled.

"Besides, you are a little hot yourself," I added.

He started the car. "Shall we?" He grinned.

"Yes, I think it's time for you to take me home," I said.

I could see the disappointment on his face, even though he tried not to show it, but I had other priorities. I had so much to share with Greg and I couldn't wait to tell him all the juicy details.

I stroked Brad's leg all the way home and playfully raked my fingernails over his cock, by the time we pulled up his pants were tight again. The virility of youth.

I could tell he was a little nervous as we pulled up at my house. 'If only he knew', I smiled to myself. I leaned over and pulled his lips to mine before whispering in his ear.

"I've had an amazing night and am looking forward to many more." With that, I quickly hopped out.

During the short walk to the front door, I quickly dismissed any thought of how disappointed Brad might be feeling, I was more focused on what was about to happen.

I was overexcited about sharing my night with Greg, but the guilt factor still niggled in the back of my mind. Guilt, not of what happened, but more so of where and how I relished in the fact that others might have seen me being so wanton.

Yes, Greg and I had done things in public but tonight I had exposed my exhibitionist side to another man, I had put myself willingly on display and it was amazing. Greg had always encouraged me to let go of my wild side; well, I certainly did tonight and the fact it was with another man made it even more intense. Therein lay the guilt.

When I reached the door, I took a moment to compose myself. "Hope you're ready, baby," I whispered to myself.

The door opened just as I reached for the handle, and Greg's face appeared, I quickly pulled him in for a passionate kiss and just as quickly pushed away and strutted past him into our family room. I threw my clutch onto the settee, as I kept walking to our kitchen area. Reaching our breakfast bar, I lifted my dress over my hips and leaned over the bar, all in one movement. My legs spread apart, my stilettoes firmly planted on the floor.

Greg and I were on the same wavelength.

It took all of three minutes, maximum, before our roars of pleasure filled the house as we exploded together—three of the most intense minutes in our marriage. Every nanosecond was amazingly wonderful.

No words were spoken or needed. I went over and sat on the settee while Greg made us a Kahlua and ice.

We both had huge smiles, our afterglow in sync as he sat beside me and handed me my drink. We sipped silently for a few minutes before we both leaned in for a kiss, in perfect harmony, so unrushed and full of love.

We pulled apart, looked at each other, and clinked our glasses before we took another sip.

"My night was amazing. How was yours?" I said, with a lifted eyebrow.

I felt so powerful, in complete control of my sexuality.

I could see he was taking me in properly for the first time since I got home. His eyes popped and stopped at my breasts.

"Is that....." His voice quivered as he couldn't finish the sentence.

In the soft light, the stain of Brad's cum, in my cleavage, shimmered on my skin

I reached behind me and pulled the zipper of my dress down, then dropped the straps off my shoulders, revealing my breasts, in all their glory to my open-mouthed man.

"It is," I said in my sultry voice as I lay back against the settee with my arms outstretched. My eyes holding his.

"Though you should have a little taste to make sure." I teased.

He didn't hesitate and closed the distance between us, his face instantly in my cleavage and with one long lick, his tongue raced from my breasts to my neck before finding my lips and kissing me with intense passion.

What followed was a frenzy of raw, unbridled lust as I guided his head to feast on any exposed skin and ended with his face between my legs with his tongue lapping at the cum he had deposited there, not ten minutes earlier.

I screamed my pleasure as I bucked on his tongue, somehow he had unleashed his cock from the confines of his pants, and as my orgasm peaked he lifted my thighs over his shoulders and slammed himself inside me, taking me to the next level.

Our eyes met, our faces just inches apart, the lust in his eyes matched mine as we fucked each other, each egging the other on to go harder, neither one of us wanted to be the one to relinquish any power and in the end, neither of us did.

His eyes got wide as saucers as he roared into my face and I simultaneously screamed into his as I felt his boiling cum splash my inner walls. We had reached a new level of intensity and it was all-encompassing. We lay there wrapped around each other, never wanting to let go.

I was suddenly so emotional that tears flowed unashamedly and freely. I was kissing his neck when I realized he was also feeling the emotion. We both just hung on to each other; a deeper love seemed to ooze from our pores.

The next morning, we had breakfast by the pool. I filled Greg in on all the details of my sexy night and we ended up making love in our alfresco.

We chatted for hours and I confessed that if Brad had driven off as soon as I got into his car, instead of ravishing me, I would be his true 'hotwife' by now and I hoped he wasn't too disappointed that it hadn't happened yet. I was also totally honest about the guilt feelings I had regarding my exhibitionism. He allayed all my fears in his usual loving way and just encouraged me to be true to myself.

That night, with Greg's head between my thighs and his eager tongue lapping at my folds, I narrated my adventure all over again. This time though he stood up and pushed me into a kneeling position before him and spanked his naughty, 'slutty wife' while his cock was buried in the back of her mouth, as far as it would go.

His 'baby girl' was back where she belonged.

For the time being, anyway.