The alarm clock got us up early, almost as early as when we go to work. No time to fool around this morning. A fast shower and down the hall to roust out the boys. A fast breakfast, and then an all hands Chinese fire drill loading the car.
I swear, if we ever do this again, I'm going to load the car the night before. And doing this the morning after the party? Rather than wonderful planning, it began to seem a horrible disaster. If not exactly hung over, Debby certainly seemed a bit under the weather. And God knows, I could have used some more sleep. And an eight year old at seven o'clock is never real good. Only Little Jimmy seemed in good spirits, his usual cocky big mouth self.
Somehow we made it to the church on time to load bags and boys into a rented school bus. While Jimmy was going for a full week, his sibling was still a Cub Scout, and could only go for a half week. My parents would look after him until we came back. He had been to Scout Day Camp the previous year, and thought this was just terrific.
Debby cried a little as she kissed her "babies" good-bye. Noises like "… they grow up so fast…" could be heard. Brian wanted none of this, being too big now. Jimmy told his mother to "Get a life!" Finally they were loaded, and we waved as the bus pulled out. Personally, I've been telling them since childbirth, "Eighteen, and you're out!" Worked for me! Then I loaded Debby into the car and we took off, too.
It was a five hour drive to the seashore town we were staying. Shortly after we left, Debby, still looking a touch green, reclined her seat and went to sleep. Oh well, it's not like I don't drive enough by myself. I put a tape in the stereo and headed for the ocean.
A few minutes before noon, Debby stirred and woke. The sleep had done her wonders, and she said she felt great. She stretched like a cat. Looked great, too. Even the weather had broken. She raised her seat partway, and I slid my hand over and patted her on the knee. Smiling, she reached down and rubbed my hand where it rested on her lower thigh. Still, despite whatever I might have wanted to do next, we were in bucket seats, and my reach just isn't that great. After a few moments of gently kneading her inner thigh, I pulled my hand back to the wheel and we continued down the highway.
Debby stretched backwards again and pulled a small gym bag from the back seat. She had pulled this bag from the trunk when we had loaded the boys up. Now she began rummaging through it, as she began to change.
It was hard to keep my eyes on the road and off of her, but somehow I managed to do both and avoided an accident. First she kicked off her sneakers and pulled off her socks. They were tossed in the back seat. Reaching under her tee shirt and sliding arms in and out, she removed her bra, which also landed in the back. Next, she unzipped her jeans, and wiggled out of them and her panties. To the back. Now she sat there, only in a tee shirt, giving me a good long show, as she sorted through her bag. My dick was definitely stiff, and I know she saw me adjust myself, to pull it out of a pants leg.
The first thing out of the bag was a garter belt, black and lacy. Leaning forward, she buckled it around her waist. Next she pulled a pair of long, sheer stockings from the bag. These went on next, and Debby took a nice long time stretching them and smoothing them on her legs. Strap-on high heels followed, which if not quite as high as last night's, were still very nice.
Next she pulled a denim jacket out of the bag and placed it in her lap. Looking around at the traffic, Debby quickly peeled off her tee shirt and threw it behind her. In mere seconds, she had donned the jacket, but didn't button it. I had an excellent view of her from neck to ankle, with everything in between. Finally she pulled a long denim skirt from the bag and threw the bag in the back. Raising her ass off the cushion, Debby pulled the skirt under her and sat on it. The skirt looked to go below the knees, but buttoned from waist to hem. Debby only buttoned the top couple of buttons, and laced up a built-in sort of corset on the front. The final touch came when she buttoned the bottom pair of buttons on the jacket and adjusted the fit of everything. She looked like a million bucks.
"Better?" she asked me.
"Much," I said. She took my hand off the wheel, and placed it on her thigh again. While we both knew the traffic was too heavy for anything more than gentle petting, we both wanted just that. I stroked her thighs, with an occasional finger flick on her naked clit, for maybe a half hour.
Debby was getting really worked up over this, so I pulled my hand away to let her cool down. She sagged back into her half reclined seat and let out a sigh of relief. "It's not fair," she complained.
"What's not fair?" I asked.
"You get me all worked up, but I can't do anything about it."
"Sorry, dear. Later on, when we get there." I reached over and opened the glove box. I pulled out a small box, wrapped in gift paper, with a bow on top. "Here, this is for you."
Her mind off her frustration, Debby squealed and grabbed it. "Oooh! What is it?"
"Open it and find out."
Debby ripped off the gaudy paper, which joined her clothing in the rear. She opened the small box inside, but looked mystified by what was inside. She upended it and a small silvery ball dropped into her hand. She looked into the box for anything else, or instructions, and then looked at me. "What is it?"
"I thought you'd know. It's a Ben-Wa ball."
"I thought they come in pairs," she said staring at the ball. "I've never used something like this."
"You can get them in pairs, or not. You really don't know how to use this?"
"Well, sort of. I mean, I stuff them up my pussy, right? Sort of like an ancient Chinese vibrator."
I nodded over at her. "Close enough. They come in pairs usually, one larger than the other. Most people think you take the pair and put them both in the pussy, small one on top. But actually, the small one goes up your ass. I left that one at home."
"No kidding!" she said.
"Nope. Shake it."
"Huh?"
"Shake the ball," I said.
Debby shook the ball gently, then with a look of surprise on her face she shook it again, near her ear. "It sounds hollow!" she exclaimed.
"It is," I said. "Or almost. Originally, the Chinese filled up these things partway with mercury. The mercury was heavy and would slosh around the inside of the ball, producing vibrations. Now mercury is not exactly the safest stuff in the world. This ball simply has a smaller lead ball inside of it." I took the ball from her hand. Reaching between her thighs, I placed the ball at the entrance to her cunt. Debby spread her legs as far apart as they could go, and I crammed the ball up the tunnel. It was wet enough, it easily slid in. Debby's eyes opened as the cool metal slid into place, but a wicked smile came into play shortly.
"Jimmy, this is really nice! Much more subtle than a vibrator. I could do this for hours!"
"I'm glad you like it."
Debby lounged back in her seat, and half closed her eyes. She seemed to drowse, but I could tell it was more. Every now and then her pelvis would twitch, and her breasts, still on partial display, were rock hard, and her nipples stood out like bullets.
Ahead, I saw a sign for a fast food joint. Debby sat up as I pulled off the exit and headed for the parking lot. She spread her legs to remove the Ben-Wa ball.
I put my hand on hers to stop her. "No, leave it in."
Staring at me, she said, "Jimmy, it'll fall out!"
"No it won't. It'll stay in place."
"But…"
"Trust me."
"You better be right. I can just see this thing slipping out in front of some five year old."
I laughed at the thought, but prevailed upon her. She still buttoned a few more buttons, downgrading her looks from rape-on-sight to just plain sexy. We held hands as we walked in to order.
Debby was a little quiet at first, seemingly nervous about being in public, half naked with a pseudo-dildo in place. But her nerves passed delightfully. As luck had it, our clerk was a flustered teenager who couldn't tear his eyes away from my wife's cleavage. After ringing up the order, I had to remind him to take payment by waving a twenty in front of my wife's double breasted (in more ways than one) jacket. Awaking with a start, the red-faced boy mumbled something, and completed the order. With a radiant smile and a bright laugh, Debby sashayed to our table, wiggling her ass at him.
She quietly told me that the ball didn't seem to be slipping at all. I explained that when she was standing and walking, her entire pelvis and hips were at an angle where this became more difficult, and that the vertical position tightened her twat.
"But how do I take it out?" she asked.
I mentioned that some types had nylon or silk strings attached, to pull on, but others didn't. Then I told her that I had personally witnessed her push two eight pound plus boys through there previously and that I wasn't worried. She snorted and said something about my shitting a watermelon. Discretion being the better part of valor, I refrained from a rebuttal.
Burgers and fries didn't take long, and we were soon on the road again. We still had about a good hour to go, but the break had refreshed me. About fifteen minutes down the highway, traffic lightened considerably. I leaned over to where Debby was sitting, pelvis twitching again. Reaching over, I rapidly unbuttoned all the buttons I could reach, all on her jacket and as many on her skirt as were not under the laced up section. Her jacket fell wide away from her heaving tits. Leaving my hand in place, I began tweaking and rubbing her prominent nipples. Debby's response was immediate. Spreading her legs wide, she pulled her skirt above her crotch, and both hands dived between her thighs. Debby moaning, we drove another twenty minutes, until we left the interstate.
We composed ourselves for the remainder of the trip down the state highway to North Beach. Finally I pulled into the parking lot of the motel. Getting out, I went in and registered. I was a little surprised when I got out to find Debby out of the car, leaning into the back seat, but she was simply packing her discarded clothes from this morning into her gym bag. I pulled the car around to a side entrance. I can live out of a single hanging bag, albeit a large, well packed bag. Debby had brought three suitcases, in addition to the gym bag. Debby imperiously led the way in, as I, looking and waddling like an overburdened pack mule, followed.
Debby looked around the room and nodded her approval. It wasn't too small, it wasn't too big. It had a small couch facing a TV on a swivel mount, so it could be seen from the bed, as well. The place was a couple blocks back from the boardwalk, so the price was reasonable, yet we were close enough to walk to the beach. I threw the bags on the floor, and the key on the dresser.
Debby hopped up on the bed and opened her jacket again, along with the skirt. "Fuck me right now," she demanded. "I took that gizmo out when you went inside." She raised her knees and spread them, and her bald cunt stared at me.
"My pleasure, madam," I said, because I knew it would be. Unzipping my pants, I let them slide to my knees. Kneeling on the bed between her spread legs, I put my arms under her legs, and grasping her ass, plunged in. Boy, that ball had really worked, she was hot as a pistol, and really wet! She let out a small shriek and came immediately, thrashing wildly on the bed. I really started jack hammering into her then. Her nipples were harder now than in the car, if possible. Ramming vigorously, I soon exploded into her cunt, as she cried out her second orgasm.
I collapsed on top of her, and after several minutes of impassioned kissing, rolled off to her side. But she wasn't done yet. Debby sat up and removed her jacket and skirt. Now clad only in garter belt, stockings and shoes, she removed the rest of my clothes with her teeth, working me to another erection. We sucked and fucked the rest of the afternoon, until I was literally too limp dicked to continue. Then we both took a well deserved nap.