My Husband's Girlfriend

Chapter Four

Damien

    As we were driving, things were heating up a bit. Emily had started to mindlessly trace her fingertips on my upper thigh, sparking a few involuntary twitches from my member. When she noticed the reaction she was eliciting, a devilish smirk spread across her lips and I could practically taste her excitement. I know she has been wanting to add more to our s*x life for a while and has had no release in quite a bit as well, and I think tonight I could certainly oblige. I encouraged her to continue moving her fingers further up my thigh by slightly shifting my right leg, giving her better access. Emily gladly took the hint, gently biting her lip while moving her hand up my leg until she reached my manhood. The second I felt her fingers touch my growing bulge through my jeans I inhaled sharply, and my d**k hardened further at the touch. She continued to gently rub, while slowly increasing pressure, as I tried to focus on the road.

    At a stop sign, I glanced over and saw her eyes focused on what her hand was doing while she licked her lips. No sooner than I started to continue driving I felt her shift to face me more and her other hand came across to the top of my jeans as well, trying to quickly unbutton them. I lifted my hips ever so slightly, making it all the easier, wanting to feel her touching my skin. As soon as the button was undone and the zipper unzipped her hand readily slid them down just enough to access my boxers and reached in. I practically growled at the feeling. I needed to have her. I needed her now. Between her teasing tonight and the excitement at the thought of Laura wanting me, even though I hadn’t discussed it with Emily yet, I was already ready to burst. I needed release, and it would not wait until we made it home.

Emily

    After a few minutes of torturing Damien, he began parking the car on an old dirt road, unable to take it anymore. He was practically growing as he threw the car in park and reached up and wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling me into a deep, intense kiss, making me want to taste all of him. When the kiss broke, we were both breathing heavily, his fingers still holding onto the back of my head by a hard grip on my hair. He pulled my hair slightly, causing my head to turn up and to the side, giving him access to my neck. As he kissed and nibbled his way up to my ear, I felt him stop momentarily, “Open your door, and get out", the need in his voice coming through, making me shudder at his breath on my neck. He pulled away, untangling his fingers from my hair, and hastily got out of the car.

    I took a split second to catch my breath, and followed his lead, stepping outright as he reached me, standing next to my now open car door. Damien grabbed my hips, spinning me back around to face the car, and moved his right hand under my dress and up my back, pushing my dress up with it. He quickly unhooked the clasp on my bra, and slid his hand around to my chest, pinching my n*pple causing me to gasp as I arched my back into him. Feeling him smile with his lips now at my neck, he brought his hand to my back again, this time, pushing me down and bending me over until my chest was pressed against the seat of the car. I could feel his other hand moving behind me pulling his pants down further. Then, just as quickly, he slid the hand still on my back down, lightly scratching my skin with his nails, causing my breath to hitch. He grabbed my thong, pulling it down quickly, and it settled around my knees. His c*ck was already out, and he grabbed it and began rubbing it up and down my now dripping slit, teasing me. I started panting; “please”, I moaned, ready to feel him inside me. It didn’t take any more encouragement, because he almost immediately found my waiting hole and entered slowly. Once his head was snuggly inside, he moved his hands back to my hips and began thrusting his full length into me, making me cry out in pleasure.

    It was only a few minutes of this intense, carnal bliss before I could feel him peaking. His hand abruptly came to pull my body up into his by my shoulder before reaching around to grab my breast. As his one hand squeezed my breast and his other pulled my hip as hard against him as he could, I felt his eruption. As he came back down from his high, he slid himself out of me, letting our juices drip onto the side of the road. He reached around me and into the glove box for some tissues for us to clean ourselves up a bit with, and once we were finished, we must have had the same thought and pulled each other into a slow, passionate kiss, followed by Damien resting his forehead against mine. “I think we both needed that.” I sighed heavily; still trying to fully catch my breath. “Do you feel better?”. I wanted to be sure he actually enjoyed himself, even if I didn’t get my release.

    “I feel good, trust me,” he said softly as he brought his hand up to my face. “I’m sorry if I was a little rough, you had me extremely worked up. Are you okay?”, I could see the genuine concern on his face as I looked up into his soft eyes and nodded my head with a smile. Damien already knows that I sometimes enjoy when things are intense, and even sometimes enjoy things a bit more erotic than that as well, but he does always try to check-in and make sure I’m alright.

    We broke our embrace and got back in the car after putting ourselves back together a bit better. We were only about halfway home; it wasn’t an extremely long drive left. We didn’t talk much the rest of the drive but listened to some music while we held hands. At some point, I must have nodded off, because I opened my eyes to Damien standing outside my now open car door, reaching in and unbuckling me, planting a kiss on my forehead as he finished. I Blushed and smiled up at him. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, and I certainly wasn’t trying to. He must have been able to tell I was slightly embarrassed because he chuckled slightly as he reached out his hand for me to place mine in. Damien helped me out of the car and we walked hand in hand up the sidewalk. 

    As he was unlocking the door he briefly stopped and turned to me, looking far more concerned than he should after the fun and relaxing evening we just had. I grew nervous about what could possibly be wrong. Did I do something? “By the way, I wanted to tell you about something that happened at work.” The look on his face still had me concerned, thinking he was about to tell me that he lost his job or was suspended, but why would he wait so long to tell me? “Remember how you always talked about us opening up our relationship to add some more excitement?”