Service work.

I can tell. Hubby is a handsy guy but when his balls are full, he becomes a really handsy guy. Grabbing me anywhere he can get a handful.

The best way to get a reprieve is to take care of his business. A service of the marital contract.

But when busy schedules collide, even a quickie can be difficult to get on the calendar.

We had dinner reservations downtown at a nicer restaurant, so we need to dress for the venue. Stripping off my sundress to change into proper attire proved an overwhelming temptation to my poor oversexed hubby.

But we didn’t have time, we were late already and I didn’t want to miss our reservation.

Slapping his probing hands away, I quickly pulled on a form fitting black strapless cocktail dress sans underwear because pantie lines just will not do.

He was grumpy because he needed to stuff his erection back into his pants.

And we were off.

The entire trip over to the restaurant was spent fencing with his free hand, defending against his caressing my thighs, pulling up the hem of my dress, trying to pull down the top of my dress to uncover my brassiere-less B-cups.

Poor fellow was in desperate need.

Given our tardiness, I instructed him to drop me off in front and I would check-in and meet him in the bar.

I didn’t have my purse, so no cell or money.

The restaurant is a popular spot, so I wasn’t surprised that our table was delayed. The bar was calling; it was filled with pretty rich people being pretty and rich. The booze was flowing and no one seemed to have any concern about the tab.

Tempting as it was, and I already made contact with couple of would-be suitors, I thought better of it.

I darted out the door and across the street to the garage where we always parked.

My heels slowed me down just enough that I watched our car pass the gate as I stepped up onto the far curb. Just missed him.

His headlights lit me up as I exited the stairwell on the second floor.

This is what is must feel like being on stage at a Broadway show, glaring lights and no audience in sight.

The car pulled up as the passenger window rolled down, “Get in, we’re going to the top floor.”

As expected, the top two floors of the garage were mostly empty, so we pulled in directly below a light pole, the car was bathed in sodium vapor light.

My dress was already scrunched down to my waist, and I was twisting and tugging on my nipples, which is an on switch for my pussy. No time to waste.

Indeed. As soon as the shift knob hit park, I had a hungry mouth chewing on my nearest tit and two fingers massaging my clit and pussy lips.

A two door sportscar doesn’t provide a lot of room for extracurriculars. My plan was to arouse an already too aroused man by letting him sample my wares, taste my sweetness on his fingers, suckle the saltiness of my nipples, and then empty his balls down my throat. Consider it my appetizer.

But when I unzipped his pants, I couldn’t believe the size of his swollen appendage. He gets regular action so I couldn’t reconcile how neglected and forlorn his pulsing cock looked.

Leaning over to lick the rim of his helmeted staff, he surprised me with his agility given his condition by opening his door and stepping out of the car, his raging hardon casting a long shadow in the lamp light.

He stepped around the hood of the car, and open my car door, and pulled me to my feet.

My dress was more like a wide belt now, pushed down from the top, exposing my tits, and pushed up from the bottom, riding atop my shapely ass.

Confused in the moment, and unsure about what was next, I froze in place.

His large hand, tightly encircling my wrist, guided me to the hood of car, his erect cock swinging wildly with his abrupt movements.

Then he bent me over at waist and used his knee to spread my heeled feet until just over shoulder width apart.

My palms flat and fingers outstretched on the hood our car, he shimmied in close behind me and began plowing my slit with his taut tender penetrator, painting its path with our combined juices until it found my opening.

Despite his urgency and the exposed public venue, I was dripping with excitement.

Squeezing his own shaft in a tight grip, blood pumped into his swelling cock, stretching it to its limits.

Relentlessly he waggled his wand, up and down between my slippery pussy lips in search of entry, until his cock head dipped into the detent of my opening.

Like a key entering its hole, after the first tooth is seated, it clicks its way past the pins finding its home, unlocking the treasures beyond.

Target acquired, his heat seeking missile locked on, and he pulled the trigger, blasting through my detent and plunging into me, like a bullet train entering a tunnel.

My pussy stretched to accommodate his massive girth and swallowed his cock whole.

His well-manicured fingernails bit into my hips as he thrust forcefully into my sloppy opening. He was fast and furious, lifting me onto my toes as he slammed me from behind.

Surrendering to his onslaught, I dropped to my elbows, and then quickly to my torso, my breasts and cheek flattening on the warm hood beneath me.

Linked at the genitals, his torso, still jacketed, followed mine to the hood, pressing into my topless back.

Dozens of deep thrusts in quick succession primed him for his orgasm.

His final thrust exceeded my depth, elongating me beyond expectation. My fists clenched reactively.

Goo flooded me, adding to the torrent in thick viscous streams, he blasted jets of stickiness into me until his spasms subsided.

Emptied, but still semi-rigid, he withdrew and awkwardly packed his cock away and zipped up, smoothing his pants and jacket with his palms before focusing on me.

Reaching down to me, splayed on the hood, he pulled me to my feet and quickly pulled my dress down over my ass, and up to cover my breasts, crudely adjusting my outfit, leaving one nipple peeking out.

An audible plop of cum splattered on the cement floor between my legs. I felt this was just the beginning of much more to cum, as his deposit began draining from within me.

I began to clear my throat in preparation for expressing my needs going unmet.

He acknowledged me with a side long glance, as he pulled me along to the garage exit, and said “Thank you for servicing me. I needed that.”

And to dinner we went. My throbbing pussy had more the say than “You’re welcome.”