Roger was still behind me, now he rubbed his hard dick on my lower back. He had been watching the couple with the same intensity as I had been. Their performance got him harder than I had ever felt him. The couple had realized where they were and had crawled back into their car. I faintly heard people applauding as the sound of Roger's breath came into my ear.
Roger took his hand off his cock, to turn me toward him. He looked at me with a drunken expression and began frantically kissing me. He had always been a great kisser since we first met in high school.
His tongue moved up and down inside my mouth as his hands worked to open the front of my dress. He held my breasts firmly as he continued to kiss me. He moved his body closer to mine and pulled me backwards to the length of the front seat. Now I understood why Roger had insisted I wear a dress to the drive-in.
His mouth kissed mine very hard. His hand was slowly moving up my legs. His fingers stopped just above my panties, and he pulled them down to my thighs in one smooth movement. His fingers made their way to my cunt. They danced lightly over my cunt hair as he parted my lips. He moved his fingers in and out of my cunt, making it slippery and smooth. It felt good, but I wasn't exactly begging for his cock the way the girl had.
Roger, sensing that I needed more, began massaging my clit. He rolled it in between his fingers, making me wiggle my ass from the pleasure. After twelve years of marriage Roger had finally learned how to turn me on. I was embarrassed about doing this at a drive-in. I started pulling my legs together and trying to sit up. Roger forced me back down as he rubbed my juices all over the inside of my legs. Roger was desperately trying to get me to focus on him. He started to talk dirty to me as he fondled my pussy and breasts.
He was really trying to excite me, and that turned me on. I started whispering naughty little things in his ear. He usually didn't do much for me. He was always so quick and only thought of his own pleasure. This time he seemed different. He quickly grabbed his belt, unloosened it, and yanked down his pants. He was rock hard and very excited. But sometime during the process of Roger undressing, I had lost most of the desire I had. For some reason this always seemed to happen. I would get aroused very quickly, maybe too quickly, and then it faded just as quickly.
Roger seemed to be going through the motions now, and fumbled while trying to pull my dress over my head. The car seat was sticky and the damp summer air made it worse. The width of the front seat was not all that suited for fucking, but Roger was determined. Roger finally got my dress off and dropped it over the back seat. Quickly, Roger got himself on top of me. I could feel his cock, pulsating with desire, between my legs.
Roger arched his back and drove his rod into my vagina, starting my juices flowing. He was wildly fucking me, plunging in and out relentlessly. I closed my eyes and was lost in a flurry of mad fucking. I could feel his cock banging around inside my cunt. He was trying to please me. His face was distorted with an expression of lust and pleasure as his cock rammed into my pussy.
I was getting anxious for this to be over and he wasn't coming yet, so I began pumping my ass up and down with his rhythm.
"Fuck me, fuck me, baby," I purred.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out!" he answered.
"Do it, do it! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt until my juice drowns your cock!"
And with that, his hot nut shot out of his hard cock and into my waiting pussy. Finally, Roger was done. He sat there, taking in deep breaths and seemingly proud of himself. The front seat was a puddle of sweat and juice. The thought crossed my mind that I should have enjoyed it. My thoughts were interrupted by an announcement coming over the loudspeaker that intermission was about to begin. We quickly got dressed and had started the car by the time the floodlights came on.
As we drove home along the expressway the warm summer air swirled around our bodies and I felt a little more relaxed about our fucking. In fact, I sort of liked the chance that we could have been exposed like the couple next to us.