Dave had to take another shower after all the fucking and sucking.
So did Anne.
When he finally emerged from the shower, she had slipped into her merry widow again, the nylons, the shiny white high heels, the tight garter-straps, and a sweet pair of tight white panties.
She slipped into a white linen skirt designed for summer wear and a black nylon blouse that bulged enticingly with her big, round tits.
Dave wore a dark-blue suit. They left their house on Paradise Beach and drove into the city for dinner.
Anne sat on the front seat, the skirt skipping up over her knees, her legs sleek, fine in the sheer nylons, the white high heels. The skirt pulled in tight around her beautiful hips and ass.
"Do you really wanna watch me fuck someone, take pictures of it?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, darling," he answered quickly, feeling a twinge in his crotch, feeling a thump in his cock.
"It might be exciting," she said.
"Mmmm, really would be," he murmured. "God, sure would be."
His hand fluttered up and down her soft thigh, pulling the skirt up over the top of her nylons. His cock leaped to another erection and spiked up against his pants.
"Honey, don't, not in the car," Anne protested.
He took her hand, squeezed it, then placed it on his lap.
She felt the rock-hard prick.
"Good grief!" she exclaimed. "You have another hard-on. I can't believe it!"
"Yes, you can… just feel."
She grasped the stiff cockstalk through his pants and squeezed.
"Good God, baby, it's really throbbing," she whispered.
"Take it out?"
"In the car?" she cooed.
Anne unzipped his fly and pulled out the solid, swollen prick. His cock thumped thickly in her soft hand.
"God, you are horny all the time, aren't you, sweetie?" Anne whispered, her hand caressing his throbbing thick prick. "It feels good."
She squeezed the cockstalk, wrapping her soft warm fingers over the bristling, hot hardness, pulling the big prick out of his unzipped pants.
The cockstalk wobbled. Anne gripped his prick mid-way down, held on firmly.
She pumped up and down, pulling the slick-as-marble skin, making Dave's cockhead look big, red, hard like an apple.
She leaned over in the front seat and licked her tongue over the head of his prick. She swished her soft, wet, tongue all around, wiggling wildly, flapping her wonderful tongue at the tip of his cock.
"Baby," he whimpered.
She bobbed back up, slid over in the seat and sat next to him as Dave drove down the concrete canyons of the city toward the restaurant.
"Have you seen that young girl who lives next door to us out at the lake?" Anne asked softly.
"Uh-huh."
"She's a good lookin' little piece, isn't she?"
"Yes."
"Bet you'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you, honey?" Anne teased.
"Only if you wanted me to fuck her, Anne."
"Bet you'd like to stick your hand up her short, little skirt and feel her pussy."
"Oh, baby," Dave panted as Anne's hand jism-jammed his stiff prick.
"I'll bet you'd like that, Dave. I'll bet she's pretty young too. So young. Bet she'd go wild over a big, hard cock like this."
"Oh, Anne!"
"Wanna fuck her, don't you?"
"Yeah, yeah," he gulped.
Anne's hand danced faster on his stiff prick. Dave trembled as he drove, his hands shaking on the steering wheel.
"You said you wanted to see me fuck… I'd like to see you fuck this prick into that young pussy, really give her a hard fucking."
"Darling, Anne, honey!"
Her hand was a blur. Faster… faster… she jacked and whacked his prick.
"Yeah, I'd like seeing that," Anne whispered, and now she had her hand jacking so fast on Dave's cock that he was utterly amazed at the speed. He loved the marvelous feeling she gave him.
"Oh, jack my hard cock, Anne!" he whimpered.
"That's just what I'm doing. I'm givin' you the best hand-job you'll ever have," Anne said.
"Ooof, wow… mmmmmmmm!" Dave panted, and then it happened.
Anne felt the cockstalk bulge, pulsate, throb, and the big prick shot off a spray of cream. A high arching load splashed all over the speedometer, the steering wheel, the dash.
Anne's hand danced him into the far corners of delicious delight.
"Yeah, yeah, Anne… jack me off, fuck my cock with your fist… baby… keep it up! I'm cummin'!"
"Shoot off! Yeah, shoot off again!" Anne cried loudly.