Swingin' Road Trip: Georgia / Chapter 3

Pete the cop had strong fingers and worked a fantastic pussy-rubbing motion. Hard and direct and circular. It felt so fucking good. It felt so fucking good and it was such a turn on knowing Mike was watching her, and enjoying it so much she knew his rod would be stiff as a bar and leaking like a shoddy faucet. 

Soft, breathy grunts emitted from her parted lips and she gasped an instruction to Pete: “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” She swore to god she was going to come already. Mike watching a cop give her heavy petting backseat pleasure was just about the hottest thing she could imagine. This had been fantasy, but now it was made real. This was the kind of thing she and Mike would dirty talk in bed about.

“Oh god,” she squeaked, losing control of her mind for a second, her knees widening, legs parting further, to the point of vulgarity, humping hard against Pete’s manual pressure. 

Pete’s eyes went stone serious, and the intent look on his face was hot as fuck. And with her legs spread like this and her husband watching this other man rub her pussy she succumbed to the intense passion of the moment. Both men watched her breasts heave and sway with her heavy breathing, watched her hump her eager pussy against the cop’s fingers, watched now as her hands came up to squeeze and coddle her breasts and pinch her own nipples. She squeaked when she came. Squeaked and moaned and bit her lip. Her body shuddered and trembled and she flinched from Pete’s touch on her sensitive pussy. Pete kept up the pressure and she had to squeeze his hand with her closing thighs to stop the overwhelming silvery tickle of his touch. She panted and gasped, catching her breath, Pete’s hand trapped between her thighs.

Pete couldn’t believe it. “Did you just come?”

“Yeah,” she panted. “So?”

Mike laughed. He said to Pete, “Millie loves sex. She gets so horny sometimes. I can’t even keep up with her.”

“It’s true,” she said, gulping air. “Mike passes out and I, huh, I have to hump the bed post.” She tugged a finger hooked under Pete’s epaulet and shooting him a cute but enervated look.

“That doesn’t seem fair,” Pete said.

“Once I get going, it’s hard for me to stop. I don’t wanna stop.”

“She can come all night long,” Mike said.

Pete looked intimidated, his scared eyes dancing all over her naked chest and down to her tummy.

“Open your legs, Millie,” Mike said.

She chuckled weakly, and let her legs fall open.

Mike told Pete: “Tug her crotch away for a second.”

She tsked and snickered, but didn’t close her legs. Pete was uncertain, hesitating for a moment, then leaning forward and looking between her legs. She touched her chin to her chest, looking down as well. The front of her cutoffs showed a dark lobulated foxing where her pussy’s wet had soaked the denim. 

She made a ticklish giggle as Pete touched the slick flesh of her inner thigh, slipping a curled index finger under the cutoffs’ frayed hem. Pete tugged the crotch and she felt the back of the cop’s finger touch her sex membranes. Her hands went to fists and she writhed on the bench, muttering a series of vowels as sexual overwhelm claimed her again.

Through cottony hearing she heard Pete say, “She’s so wet,” and Mike tell the cop to, “Show me her pussy.”

She opened her legs wider, her left knee pushing against the inside of the Barracuda’s door frame. She lifted her hips to show Mike what a bad, bad girl his wife was. Pete pulled hard enough on her crotch that the leg hole pinched under her butt cheek. She could see her own bared mound now, shaved, and shining with pussy juice. If one of them touched it right now, she would go off like fireworks. But no one did, and Pete let the crotch go to cover her up once more. She was on Pete right away, sitting up, leaning into him and kissing his mouth and chin. Pete grabbed her breasts and squeezed.

Mike said, “Ground rules, Millie. Don’t forget.”

She kept an arm around Pete’s shoulder but broke the kiss, leaning back and licking her lower lip. She squeezed Pete’s thigh, high up, close to his manhood, which she was aching to get her hands on.

  *

Millie bit her lips, thinking about ground rules, regarding Pete. She said, “We don’t have condoms. And even if we did, Mike and I had other plans on how we would do this.”

“So hands only,” Pete said.

“Oh no,” Millie said, smiling, happy to give him the good news: “I’m going to suck your cock.”

Pete’s eyes widened to the roundness of a man on a rollercoaster reaching the track’s apex and glimpsing the impossibly wild ride ahead.

“But you can’t come in my mouth. You understand?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Promise me you won’t come in my mouth.”

“I promise,” the cop said, and crossed his heart over his cop badge.

“I’m trusting you,” Millie said, leaning in to kiss Pete again, Pete receptive, eager mouth sucking on hers. Millie’s hands went between Pete’s legs and grabbed a handful of whatever the man packed down there. It looked to Mike like a good piece of fruit, because Millie’s hand stayed stretched over a large polyester bulge. Mike watched her coddle Pete’s package through his pants while she kissed him, grabbing, pleasuring, exploring what shapes were under the polyester; what was cock, what was a ball.

She broke off her kiss and licked her lips, looking into mesmerized Pete’s eyes. She said, “There, I told you mine.”

Mike said, “What about you, Pete?”

Pete said, “Ground rules? Not much. First, we gotta be quick. Second, I keep my gear on. Gun stays on me. Gun stays in the holster. No one touches it.”

“Fine by me,” Millie said. “That’s not the pistol I’m interested in.”

  *

Pete exhaled, regarding her, one hand on a breast. “You’re so hot.”

She snuffled a small laugh. “You’re cute,” she said. The guy had little game or experience it seemed. She intimidated him, and he would try to be the big man in this situation, but it wasn’t his nature. Which was weird for a cop. But also kind of nice at the same time. Pete, cute as he was, maybe wasn’t the most experienced man in the bedroom arts. She hoped her quick orgasm would give him some confidence. 

She kissed him again, and he thumbed her nipple. Her pussy ached for sex, and Mike would have to fuck her after this since Pete wouldn’t be doing it. She needed cock. Her hand slipped over the inch distance on Pete’s thigh and closed on his bulge again. Pete had more than a handful of manhood under the fabric. She squeezed and massaged the ample meat he had, and Pete rumbled with pleasure.

“Wow,” she whispered, breaking their kiss. “That’s a generous package you’ve got.”

“It is?”

Her hand coddled his bountiful crotch flesh over his polyester uniform pants. “Yeah. You’re hiding something in there.”

His eyebrows rose and his breaths quickened, but he had little to say.

She said, “Can I take a look?”

Pete the cop nodded, and his Adam’s apple went up and down as he gulped a dry swallow.

She unhooked the arm around him, bought her hands together at Pete’s crotch, finding his zipper’s tug, and opening his fly.

“Remember, I have to keep my belt on,” Pete said.

His cop belt was a different belt than his pants belt, and she worked the pants belt undone, opened his fly wide and Pete eased his butt up so she could pull down his pants and underwear. She got them down to the tops of his thighs, a half-hard normal-sized cock bouncing between his legs, above the biggest set of balls she’d seen.

She had them in her grip right away, before he’d even set his butt back down. “Your balls are massive,” she said. 

“Are they?”

She looked to Mike, brows raised, Pete’s balls in her hand, honest to god, bigger than hard-boiled eggs. Mike’s face showed delight in the pleasure she got holding this stranger’s oversized testicles. 

She squeezed them again, one squishing out of her grip as she kissed Pete once more, this time slipping her tongue into his mouth. Pete’s cock grew stiffer, growing against the underside of her forearm as she played with his balls. 

“Big balls turn me on,” she said, pulling back, meeting Pete’s gaze. 

With their eyes connected, her fingers began to explore the shape of his growing cock. Circumcised, growing bigger than she’d thought it would. He leaked precum against her finger and she slipped finger pads through it and began to stroke his cock head. 

“Do you want me to suck it?”

Pete nodded.

“Are you going to come in my mouth?”

Pete shook his head no.

“You better not,” she said, smiling. “I mean it.”

“I swear I won’t,” Pete said. His cock continued to grow. She slipped her grip over it, found it to be squishy still, not all the way hard, but longer than her fist and very thick. 

She said, “You’re a grower.”

Pete nodded.

“I’m going to suck it now.”

Pete nodded again, color flooding his cheeks.

She looked down into his lap at her hand closed around a thick reddish-brown dick with a flared head, his urethra streaming clear excitement. She said, “Your dick looks so fucking hot with your cop belt on.” She pressed Pete’s cock back so the skin touched the black leather. The sexy sight got butterflies lighting up in her tummy. The urge to fuck blasted into her conscience again like a freight train. Pete’s cock would give her a good fucking. And he wasn’t even hard yet. “What a beautiful cock,” she sighed, and lowered her face into his lap.

  *

Mike’s hands clenched the headrest as he watched his wife lower her mouth over another man’s cock. Pete looked like he had a pretty good-sized hog. Not the biggest thing right out of the package, but once Millie got on it, the thing shot right up. He was thick, Millie’s hand forming a loose grip on his shaft, down where his huge balls hung. 

Millie pressed her lips to the cock head, kissed the tip, pecked and played around the sensitive tip, then sunk it into her mouth. Pete’s girth stretched out Millie’s mouth, but Millie gave great head, and she worked Pete’s cock deep into her mouth before bobbing up and down in purposeful strokes. Pete’s eyes rolled up and his head fell back.

Millie’s hand stroked up and down, Pete’s big balls shining and bouncing, Millie’s mouth slipping up and down, her lips stretched to a thin ring around Pete’s thick cock. Pete’s cock skin was darker than his Georgia-tanned arms. It shone with Millie’s spit. And Pete’s pre-come. Millie not only sucked another man’s cock, she tasted his semen too. It was so wrong. So bad. So taboo. So forbidden. The sexual excitement he felt was like nothing he’d felt before. He wanted it to be worse; to be more debauched than it already was. He’d love for Pete to “accidentally” blow a load in Millie’s mouth. To blast off into her sucking mouth, empty those giant goat balls, to see his semen spurt out Millie’s nose. Or to turn Millie over, push the crotch of her cutoffs aside again and slam home his thick brown cock, big-balls deep into her flooded pussy. God, the sounds Millie would make! Soon, though. Soon it would happen for them, and it would be incredible when the moment was right.