Honda Heat

“Wear one of your sexy summer dresses or skirts, and some sexy underwear.”

That’s all the message from my husband said about our date night, so like a loving wife I obliged. I picked a short cotton sundress and a strapless black bra and matching thong. We got in our Accord and headed down to one of the eclectic neighborhoods in our city for a dinner date. We found this great Mexican cantina with an outdoor patio – it was perfect for the late summer evening. I wasn’t sure exactly what he had in mind, but we had been flirting in anticipation of this night for the past couple of days, and we could feel the sexual tension.

The hostess showed us to our table, and as I was about to take my seat my husband grabbed my arm and stopped me. He leaned in and whispered, “I think you need to go to the bathroom.” Confused, I was about to protest, but something about his look stopped me short. “When you get in there, there’s an envelope in your purse. Just follow the instructions.” He winked and took his seat, and for a second I stood there wondering what in the world was going on. But off to the restroom I went.

I found a stall and rifled through my purse to find the envelope, which I promptly ripped open. It contained a short note and a pair of black, sheer panties. It read: “Put these on and rejoin me. Extra points will be awarded if you send me a selfie!”

I flushed, then lifted up the panties, quickly realizing they were very tiny and crotchless! I had never worn anything crotchless before, so I was skeptical. I took off the sexy black thong I had picked out and shoved it into my purse, then wiggled into the crotchless undies. They were very tight and not very comfortable, and it took a minute to figure out just what went where, but I was up for the adventure. And never one to pass up a chance for extra credit, I quickly took a close-up of my panties and messaged it to my man.

I regained my composure and checked myself in the mirror, then rejoined my husband. He had a pretty mischievous grin and had ordered me a margarita – I was pretty sure I was going to need it! Naturally, our conversation over dinner went straight to sex – thankfully we were seated near a pretty loud table, so we could talk freely without fear of being overheard. We had profound and intimate discussions about our sex life, opening up about some things we hadn’t talked about in a long time. We’ve always had a great sex life, but we had recently decided to re-prioritize it and discussed a lot of ideas on how to make that happen. (One of those being MH!) Needless to say we were both getting pretty worked up, and the feel of the crotchless panties (and the discomfort) had made me always aware of my pussy.

When we got back to the car, my husband let me in (always the gentleman) and before he walked around to his side he opened the trunk and got a bag out. He put it in the back seat and started the car up, and when I started to ask what was in the bag, he just interrupted, “You’ll find out soon enough!” And that grin again… this was getting interesting.

We wanted to waste some time before finding a place for dessert, so he drove into some of the charming old neighborhoods in our city. We dream of moving down there some day, so this is always a favorite for us. We drove around for about a half hour, making out like newlyweds at each light, and rubbing all over each other. His hand kept creeping up my thigh, raising my dress higher and higher until his hand brushed up against my pussy, which was getting wet. I kept running my hand up his thigh until I brushed across his hard cock, straining at his jeans. As dusk approached, we pulled up at a stoplight, and he grabbed the bag from the back and handed it to me and said, “Go ahead.” I reached in and pulled out my vibrator! He smiled mischievously (again) and said, “I want you to use that while we’re in the car.”

Now, I’m not a prude, but I’m not exactly an exhibitionist either. I looked around at the other cars that stopped at the light. I was about to protest again, but he stopped me and said, “No one can see in, and I’m going to drive around in some of the neighborhoods where it’s dark. Don’t worry.”

I was simultaneously scared and horny, and the horny adventure won out. I slouched down in my seat a little and switched the vibe on medium, rubbing it on my breasts. I took off my bra so I could focus more on my nipples, pulling the top of my dress down to expose one breast at a time. My nipples hardened and ached to be touched, but my pussy was soaking and needed attention. I moved the vibrator between my legs and started stroking it up and down my wet slit. While driving and keeping us on dark, quiet streets, my husband reached over with his free hand and rubbed my tits, pinching and caressing my nipples. I worked the vibe inside my pussy, hitting my g-spot just right and let it sit there for a few seconds, but my clit was screaming for attention. I pulled it out and focused the vibrations on my button, moaning and squirming as I could feel my orgasm starting to rise.

I was pretty much in my own little world when I felt the car slow to a stop. I opened my eyes to see that we had pulled up to a light just outside of one of the residential areas, and I quickly looked around, afraid I could be seen. Of course, I couldn’t, and I looked over at my husband as he chuckled. “Sorry, babe – I didn’t mean to get us out of the neighborhood. I’ll get us back in the dark in just a sec.” I’m not sure if he meant to do that or not, but I kept slowly rubbing the vibe up and down my soaking pussy. The leather seats were getting a good shine!

He pulled back into a quiet, dark street, and he again reached over and popped my breast out of my dress and started rubbing and playing with my nipple. I went back to work on my pussy, quickly forgetting about the little intermission and getting my mind focused once again on the task at hand. He drove slowly through the neighborhood, and my moaning and bucking and writhing increased. The aroma of my pussy juices filled the little Honda, and it turned me on even more knowing how much my man loved my scent. The thought of him, and how much I wanted him pushed me into another gear. I turned the vibe up to the highest setting and focused it directly on my clit, intent only on cumming as hard and as fast as I could. I lost all control as my hips bucked to meet the vibe, and I moved it in faster and faster circles on my clit until finally my entire body stiffened. The build-up lasted several seconds until I exploded with a scream, wave after wave of orgasm enveloping every inch of my body. I convulsed with every wave, and then completely collapsed into my seat, panting heavily. I looked over at my husband, who said, “Wow! Pretty good, huh?” “Oh, yeah…”

“Ready for some dessert?” he asked. What I really wanted was his dick inside me, and I told him as much. “That might have to wait a little,” he replied. “Besides, the kids are at home with their friends, remember? So we can’t go back there.”

“I’ve got to take these uncomfortable panties off, and I don’t want to put my bra back on. Can we just go through a drive-thru and get a milkshake?” So we went in search of a milkshake, and I put all my undies in my purse. His free hand found my pussy while he drove, pushing a finger inside me and keeping me wet. I rubbed his cock and kissed and nibbled on his neck, trying not to distract him too much from driving as he headed back toward our part of town.

A few minutes later we found a Wendy’s and ordered a Frosty, giggling as we fooled around in the drive thru, trying to make sure we didn’t get seen. Not wanting to go home just yet, my husband drove around joking that he was going to find a place for us to park – I’ve never realized just how well-lit everything was! We shared our Frosty and continued touching and kissing, laughing a lot at our dilemma, when suddenly he pulled a U-turn. He pulled in to an office building that was the only one with a dark parking lot, so he pulled around and parked the car in a dark corner of the lot, then looked over and said, “Are you sure?” We had never done this before, but before he could object or I lost my nerve, I climbed in the back seat and spread my legs, revealing my wet pussy to him. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

He jumped in the back seat and pulled his pants down, finally releasing his swollen penis, pre-cum dripping from the head. I really wanted to take him into my mouth, but time was of the essence, so I pulled him to me and guided his dick into my waiting pussy. It felt so good, and I was so wet he entered smoothly in one push. The sexual tension and energy of the past three hours culminated in this moment, and he feverishly went to work, pounding me with every thrust. Our groans filled the car as he screwed my brains out, unleashing all of his energy and desire on me. I eagerly met every thrust, feeling him fill my pussy, begging him to screw me harder, faster. I felt him quicken his pace, and I knew he was about to come. “OH, YES!” I encouraged, and his breathing quickened, then I felt his body tense as he came, filling me with his warm seed. His thrusts subsided, and he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting heavily.

We lay there, breathing heavily, spent, and he looked up at me and smiled, then kissed me deeply. He pulled back, then we both laughed a little at the current situation. “Wow, 18 years in and we’ve still got some new tricks!” We quickly got dressed and got out of there, relieved that no one had driven by. We headed home, hand in hand, soaking in our satiated glow.

When we walked in and saw our kids and their friends, one of them asked, “How was your date?” We grinned at each other – “Pretty good!”

Pretty good? 

Any date that ends with your bra & panties in a wad in your purse and a little semen dripping down your legs is more than just pretty good!