Reunion with A Bang!

My name is Renee. I've been married 18 years and my husband, Ray is a consultant. He recently went on a business trip and the evening before he was supposed to get back he texted me.

"Hey babe, want to go on a date night tomorrow? I'll be home before you get off work and I'll clean and cook dinner for the kids. You can pack a dress and go to the gym after work, relax, change and meet me for margheritas at like 6".

After a long week, that was just what I needed to hear!

"OMG, sounds great!" I sent back.

This trip was especially hard. He hadn't been out for a while and I'd got used to him being around, you know, helping with the kids, fixing things around the house, and of course, "servicing" me, as he liked to say. That night I masturbated a little, but it wasn't the same. It never was. He had been able to make me squirt several years ago, and boy that first time was unforgettable! It felt like a new drug, or what I must imagine so. However, about five years ago he was fucking me on our couch, and as I was about to squirt he said, "Wait! lets move to the bedroom so we don't make a mess." Well that kind of ruined the mood for me. We still finished in bed, but that took my confidence away a little and it's been harder to squirt since then. A couple of years ago while he was on a trip I'd figured out how to make myself squirt, but it just wasn't the same, being forced to trust and let go. And honestly, I just missed his dick too!

Let me tell you about it! Its not super long, just under seven inches when measured properly, which is good because I don't like getting too much force on my cervix. It's just long enough for some gentle bumping, which puts me over the edge in an incredible way. But, the great part is his girth. He's about five inches around, so that means about one point six in diameter. What can I say; I'm a math nerd. Any way, it's like he was made just for my vagina.

So, the other thing about this trip was that he left right before my cycle, and for two weeks! That meant he'd be gone right when I was ovulating, and at my most, umm... in-need of being serviced! But he had a favorite quote from Roger de Rabutin, "Absence is to love what wind is to fire. It extinguishes the small, but enflames the great". Stuff like that was what I loved about him.

The next morning I grabbed an outfit for the date and headed to work. I went to the gym after, got my endorphins flowing, and relaxed in the sauna for about 30 minutes before changing and heading to the Mexican restaurant. I felt great, and sexy! A little work out always does that for me.

When I got there, he was at the bar and I went and sat next to him and said, "Hey, come here often?"

He laughed and said, "Yeah! Can I buy you a drink?"

"Of course! Want to grab a table?"

"I like the bar".

"I've noticed that" I said, "Why is that? Don't you want more privacy?"

"Meh, I don't mind being a little risky. Plus, it's easier to cop-a-feel" He said as he brushed my breast with his elbow pretending to grab his drink. I smirked and put my hand on his dick.

"You naughty voyeur!"

His dick immediately started to grow, but he said, "Whoa! Lets get you a margherita first!"

Of course he was right, and we spent the next hour drinking and talking. He is my favorite person to talk to. He listens without judgement, and even though I'm sure he gets a little bored sometimes, he engages and gives me comfort about what ever is is I'm venting about. He also told me about how his trip went, and how he was able to secure an advance from his client. After about a while, he started to run his finger around on my thigh as he looked at me, so I changed the subject.

"So, what did you do for your self on this trip?" He knew what I meant and smiled.

"Nothing! I'm trying something this time. A little experiment, to see what it is I miss about you. Is it jus the sex? Or, is it something about you? I figure if it's the sex, after a few days of abstaining past normal, I'd crave porn more, or be tempted to talk to other women. But if it was you, I'd experience something else."

"For two weeks! You poor thing! Don't do that to your self! Are you OK? Does it hurt?"

"Honestly, the last few days have been a bit sore." He laughed.

"Well, what conclusion did you reach, about me?"

"It wasn't porn or other women I thought more about. As the days went on, I actually thought more and more about you. I realized, what I love about sex, is how happy you get."

Well if that didn't just about melt me! I started to cry a little, and tried to think of something to say, but before I could, he said,

"Hey lets trade dares."

"OK, you first"

"I dare you to give me your panties." He said.

Ha! To his surprise, I opened my purse, removed my black lace thong and slipped it in his sport coat.

"I already took them off in the bathroom an hour ago!" I said, maybe a little too loud

and saw the bar tender glance my way. Ray laughed and started to say something, but I interrupted him, "Before I dare you, I have to confess. I did service my self a bit, once about a week ago, and once last night, after you texted. Of course it wasn't the same, and I'm very much in need of some stretching out." I said with a mischievous grin.

The bar tender smirked and then went back to drying a glass.

"You're definitely a bit of a voyeur too babe! So what's your dare"

I leaned in and whispered, "I dare you to fuck me in the back seat of your SUV in a parking lot."

"I can arrange that. Now?"

"Now! You don't need to wait any longer!"

He paid our tab and we jumped in his Tahoe. In about five minutes we pulled in to the parking lot of my office building!

"Oh my god, I can't believe you took me here!" But before I could say anything else he had the sun shield up under the windshield. He grabbed something out of his center console and jumped in the back seat. I thought, "You know what? This is the perfect place"

When I turned around to join him in the back seat he already had his pants off and was squeezing lube onto his fully erect penis. That must've been what he grabbed from the console! I climbed back next to him and as he was stoking his dick to work the lube in, I swatted his hand away and said, "That's my job!"

He smiled and I took him in my mouth. I immediately tasted a familiar flavor!

"Margherita!" I said, picking my head up.

"Yup! Found it in one of those adult shops off the interstate. I had a feeling you'd like it."

I smiled, took the straps of my dress off my shoulders and put my arms through. I put my hand on his hip and gave his dick a long, slow, lick, balls to tip while looking him in the eye. I felt his dick twitch a bit and I took him in my mouth again, slowly starting with my pursed lips. He reached under and pulled the top of my dress off, freeing my size D tits and letting them swing into his leg. I loved the feeling of my nipples brushing his thigh as I worked his dick with my mouth; who says a job can't be fun! I did one of his favorite techniques. I took him in as deep as I could, and then stuck my tongue out and tried to lick his balls. I usually couldn't get very close, but this time I was very deep and I realized my lips were almost touching his pelvis. He gave a few gentle thrusts before I came up for a breath. I realized my throat felt a little numb.

"You trickster! Did you put something on to numb my gag reflex?"

"You got me?" He said, "You weren't the only one up to things in the bath room!"

I smiled and started to go back down, but he stopped me.

"Hold up, I want to give you a fireworks show, and you just about got me to the edge."

He was referring to a hotel date night we'd had a few years earlier (but that's another story ;) I usually liked him to cum in me, since he'd had a vasectomy, but I also liked to actually see him ejaculate. Some times it was so much and so forceful that it'd go several feet! It always turned me on and left me wanting more. I think that might have been his plan!

"But what about making a mess in your Tahoe?"

"I'll clean it up. Besides, I'm gonna make you squirt in here any way." He said with a wink. Now, sucking his dick makes my pussy wet enough, but that just made it tingle! He put his arm around me and I leaned next to him and began stroking his dick.

"If you squeeze it a little, it comes out faster, kind of like a garden hose." He said. So I did, and I leaned into his ear, kissed it, and tickled it with my tongue. This made him tense up with pleasure and I felt him reach down with his arm and put his fingers straight to my pussy. I gave a quiet little squeal into his ear; it felt soo good to be touched after two weeks! I heard him groan a little bit and tense up and I looked down right as he started to cum, and let me tell you, what a show it was! It must have been seven or eight full pumps! I kept a little squeeze pressure with my hand, and couldn't help but giggle, "Oh my god!" after the fifth one. And, it went every where! The seats, our naked bodies, my tits! It even splashed off the ceiling and I managed to catch some in my mouth! As he melted back into his seat I asked him, "feel better?"

"Much." He said with a sigh. After a moment we swapped places so he could use his right hand. I leaned back and spread my legs as he massaged my pussy with his fingers and kissed me deeply. I loved the hand job I was getting, but as you know I loved his dick more and I reached down to feel it. It was still plump, but a little too soft for penetration, as I expected, so I wrapped my hand around it and gently stroked. Right as I was about to ask him to put his fingers in, he read my mind and put his two middle fingers in my wetness, immediately curling them up into my G spot. I couldn't help but let go of his dick and grabbed the seat to brace my self. He kissed me deeper and gently speed up. I broke off his kissing to ask him to to go harder.

"I don't know if I'll be able to with out your dick first babe" I still needed him to fuck me!

"Well if you squirt, it'll get hard again!" he said as he applied a little more pressure with his fingers. About thirty more seconds later I felt the familiar sensation build up. It always felt like I was about to pee, but when it came out it felt like something more, like an explosive wave through my body. I closed my eyes and turned my head, something I can't help but do when I squirt.

"Come on babe, I want to see some fireworks too." He whispered into my ear.

I couldn't hold it in any more. I relaxed, let my body take over and felt a rush starting in my pussy and work it's way up to my head! When I opened my eyes he had removed his hand and had a huge smile on his face.

"That was amazing babe! You got all over my chest, and the seats. You even got some on the center console in the front!"

He was right. There was squirt drops all over! He was also right about regaining his erection, but before I could ask him to put it in my pussy, he said, "Now I get to taste!" What ever it was, we'd long ago figured it out it definitely wasn't pee, by the way it tasted. He said it was a musky, tangy, slightly sweet taste, and that he loved it, at least as much as I loved the taste of his cum. When he went down he started gently with my inner thigh, worked his way to my labia, and gently to my clitoris which was very sensitive now, and then down to the bottom of my opening, one of my favorite spots. But I really needed his dick!

"Ok, it's been two weeks. Can you please fuck me already!" I begged with a little facetious frustration. He gave me a little wicked grin, said, "Of course" and put his dick in all the way to my cervix in one long slow push. I felt a little wave come over me and felt my pussy get even wetter. He leaned in to kiss, but stopped short with his mouth and we touched foreheads. I knew this was one of his dirty talking positions, and loved everything about it.

"How'd you like that?" he asked.

"More!" was all I could say.

He began gently pumping in and out in long strokes and in about thirty seconds had worked up to a hard fucking pace, slapping my clitoris with his pelvis with every pump. My pussy came again in one of those small repeating orgasms, and I felt it get wetter.

"How'd you like that one?' he said with out stopping. I couldn't even say anything that time and grabbed the back of his head to force his mouth on to mine. I put my lips on his, opened and tried to stick my tongue into his throat. He slowed his pace, but went deeper, gently bumping into my cervix, and he fought my tongue with his, forcing it into my throat. My body relaxed and took over again giving me an intense earth quake orgasm. I felt my pussy get sensitive again but before I could say anything he leaned up, put his hand on my belly just above my pelvis and pushed my G spot into his dick from the outside. I felt the squirting pressure building again and he pumped a little harder, but shallower, focusing on my G spot with his hand from the outside, and dick from the inside. Right before I exploded I squealed out, "F-f-f-fingers!" out of habit, but didn't really need them. My pussy tensed up, forcing his dick out and he turned to the side as my body released. I was about to close my eyes and turn my head, like I do but I felt his hand on my neck and his voice in my ear.

"Watch." he said as he pulled my pussy taught towards my belly button. This time I saw the show too. I was over twice as much as before, and sprayed all over the front seats and even the dash board! What a mess! I tried to think of something to say but was speechless and melted back into the seat. With out wasting a second, he was on top of me putting his very hard dick back in my slightly sensitive and a little bit sore pussy. But, he did it gently, and with out saying a word, put his lips on mine and began gently playing my tongue with his, as he slowly massaged my now extremely wet clitoris with his pelvis and the inside of my pussy with his still rock hard dick.

What felt like the next hour was a blur. He was so gentle that my pussy stopped feeling sore. He never stopped kissing, or slowly thrusting his hips. It felt like my body had given up on anything else and was just going to accept this as the new normal. My pussy felt like a never ending fountain of wetness. My mind felt like it was floating away and I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or closed. At one point I thought I saw a flash of light and though it might be the security guard doing his rounds and busting us, but my husband didn't stop kissing, or fucking. The panic of someone catching us must have sent me over the edge, because I had a sustained earth quake orgasm that made both my legs shake for almost a minute. That must have sent him over the edge, for the second time because I felt his hot cum spraying my inside. He still didn't stop. He really must have held out the whole two weeks because his second load felt like as much as the first, dripping out as he continued to gently fuck my stretched out pussy. When I stopped shaking he pulled out and I felt my body float back from space as I opened my eyes. He had move to my side, on his knees and I saw his cum soaked dick right in front of my face. This time I thought of something to say.

"Clean up time!" I winked as I put his dick all the way to my throat, wrapped my lips around his base and pulled back, filling my mouth with cum. He sat down and looked at me as I swallowed and wiped my mouth.

"But the rest of your car is still a mess!"

"its OK, I'll clean it tomorrow," he said. Then he winked and said, "and then we can make a mess on the couch!"