A few from last New Year’s Eve at my friends after party. She was already drunk, running on vodka and Redbull when we took an Uber downtown to see the ball drop earlier that night; you should see how slutty she gets when she’s drunk on an empty stomach. She spent the ride downtown in the back of the Tahoe with me, rubbing my cock through my slacks while I attempted small talk with our driver. She knew I was watching her out of the corner of my eye as she slowly spread her legs, giving me what I’m sure she thought was a discreet little teaser. But when she began to gyrate her hips, sliding her dress up her legs, I caught our driver adjusting rearview mirror slightly downward. We locked eyes in the rearview, his surprised, sheepish smile and smirking eyes seemingly pleading for understanding. I glanced to see if my wife had noticed any of this; she hadn’t. Honestly I would’ve done the same exact thing, so I thought, “Fuck it,” and responded with a small shoulder shrug and a a silent, “what the hell.” Our driver looked to be in his 20’s as well, olive skinned and pretty muscular as my wife pointed out later. Him and I continued our conversational ruse, our small talk only emboldening my wife further. He played the secret voyeur perfectly, never turning around or reacting to my the occasional slutty giggle or whisper in my ear; he kept the music on, the conversation going and the lights down as my wife fought to command my attention through, by the looks of it, attempting to slowly touch her left knee to my right knee and her right knee to her door. I don’t think we’d even hit the highway before her dress was bunched up around her waist, her bare ass cheeks now resting comfortably on leather. As our driver asked me how long we’d been married I could feel my wife running her manicured fingernails up the length of my cock to my belt buckle, and she almost broke me as I heard my fly unzip. My slacks were thin and form fitting so I hadn’t worn anything underneath; I coughed to keep from moaning as her fingernails ran coyly across the exposed few inches of my hard shaft, my cock still trapped between the fabric and my right thigh. Teasingly she asked the driver if there was water for me, and for a second it looked like she might have caught him staring up her dress at her sheer, black micro thong. He broke her gaze after a couple seconds of silence, “Of course ma’m,” he said, reaching for a bottle in the front seat’s cup holder. But this wasn’t about the water. Motioning with her thumb to the cooler in the third row behind us she asked him, “Are these colder?” “Yes,” he lied, “Please, help yourself.” I watched his eyes through the rear view as she slowly turned around climbing up onto her knees. Her hands momentarily came to rest on her thighs as her fingers slowly realized how little her dress was covering; even with her legs now together, the bottom of her ass was still on display. She ran her fingers around the hem of her dress, front to back as she pointlessly asked our driver if he’d like anything from the cooler, but as he thankfully declined, instead of pulling the tight, gold fabric down, she pulled out slightly before releasing the hem completely. A nice little pop was clearly audible as the tight fabric smacked back against the crease of her ass. I glanced over to find a sly smile creeping across her face and I knew. I knew that she knew, that he knew. Sliding over to the center of the bench seat next to me, in plain view of our new friend’s eager eyes, with her knees together she leaned over our row, and I mean all the way over. The rigid seat back alone supported her body while she “looked for water.” As her head disappeared into the cooler and her knees could no longer reach the seat she grabbed the far headrest to balance herself. “It’s so dark back here, can you turn the light on,” she asked, followed by, “I love this song turn it up!” The dome lights dimmed up slightly to reveal the receding hem of her dress and see-through micro thong doing more to highlight her Brazilian wax than to hide it. As she swayed her ass slowly to the song, she spread her legs, placing her right knee in between my legs as she slid down to rest her breasts on the back of our row. As she arched her back her thigh rubbing up against my hard cock, the tension on her dress was too much, sending it quickly up over her ass and hips to hang loosely around her waist. She pretended not to notice as she sang along to the rest of the chorus, “tonight’s gonna be a good night, tonight’s gonna be a good night,” swaying her ass to the beat. Here I am, watching my wife bend over the back seat of our uber black and show our driver, who’s name we don’t even know, what she looks like with her legs spread and her ass in the air. He met her 15 minutes ago and now we’re sitting at a red light in traffic watching her slowly slide her sheer, black micro thong down to her knees as the last chorus of the song plays. When the song ended she turned back around, sitting back down on the other side of our row, and placed a warm bottle of water in my lap, giving my throbbing cock one last squeeze with a slutty little laugh. Pretending to just notice she was sitting bare-assed, her thong around her knees, dress up above her waist and a sliver of her left areola showing, she quickly pulled her dress back down and readjusted her breasts. She teased, “Uh oh, did my dress slide up or something? Y’all didn’t see anything inappropriate right?” Immediately, our driver replied calmly, “No mam, what do you mean?” I literally watched him not two minutes ago turn around at a red light, placing his phone mere inches from my wife’s smooth, waxed pussy and bare naked to record in 4K as she slid her thong down. But he never crossed the line, he respected the rules. All said and done he got paid to watch my gorgeous, classy wife show him how quickly she can flip her slut switch and we paid him to do it. He’s got a solid 15 seconds of her on his iPhone rubbing her clit with her thong around her thighs and, judging by the nice dash cam on the windshield, he caught the rest of the ride as well. And we all had fun. Oh and her little thong too. She left it in the floorboard.
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