a pretext to go to sleep on our marriage bed, and leave them on the couch for a while together?

“I have a better idea,” answered Christina and smiled mysteriously. Then she moved her hand further down the thigh, and began to stroke my dignity - I'll tell you about it at home, but for now ... - she pulled the zipper on her pants and dived into her pants - I want to caress you right here in the car.

I did not have time to come to my senses when my dick was safely removed from the pants, and Christina started to jerk him off, looking in front of her with innocent eyes.

- How long should we go? - She leaned over to the driver, not letting go of my embryo flesh for a minute.

“Fifteen minutes,” the taxi driver replied, without turning around.

- We will have time, - whispered Christina, and began to kiss my ear.

I enjoyed petting my wife both from below and from above, completely forgetting that we were not alone here. Christina put her foot on my thigh, and I stroked her knee, feeling the delicate stocking on the leg of my beloved. She sat up straight, her head bent slightly toward me, and caressed my mouth with her tongue and lips. Looking up for a moment from her hot and exciting kisses, I squinted at her: her second leg was on Andrei's thigh - just like mine. I leaned forward a bit and was dumbfounded: my wife's other hand jerked my friend's dick along with me at the same time!

While I was feverishly thinking about how to react to all this, Andrei suddenly lowered his hand to Christina's crotch, and threw his fingers in there. Christine groaned and cawed my lips, digging a hard kiss into them. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the taxi driver tilted the rearview mirror, and in his reflection I saw Christina's wide open hips: she was no longer wearing underwear. Apparently she managed to take them off in the ladies' room, where she ran for a short while before leaving the club. The fact that we are being watched by a completely stranger guy brought me even more, and I decided to leave everything as it is: in the end, Andrei's fingers caressing my wife's pussy are not a member. Yes, petting was on the verge of a foul, but I have not experienced such sweet languor since the days of our “rural adventures”, and I did not want to interrupt it. I was in the epicenter of events, and fully controlled the situation. So it seemed to me at first ...

I occasionally sucked with Chris and looked then at Andrew, but in the driver's mirror. A friend was sitting somehow unnaturally, looking straight ahead. As soon as she tried to run her fingers deeper into her, Christine gently removed his hand, allowing only her labia and the surface of the pubis to be caressed. “Wow!” I wondered mentally, “even in such a hot situation, she completely controls everything!” Christina skillfully caressed my dick, and I was ready to discharge. I didn’t see what was happening with Andrei: he already had both hands on his knees - by that time he had removed his hand from her crotch. I caught the eye of my wife: she saw that the driver was watching her in the mirror, but she acted as if nothing reprehensible happened in his car.

- What time is it now? - Christine asked the driver, even more apart legs, and sitting comfortably on our hips with my friend, giving the guy behind the wheel to consider their nature in the smallest details.

“Half an hour ... Half past one,” the driver answered confusedly, keeping his eyes on the rear-view mirror, in which it was clearly visible how Christina played with her finger with her clitoris.

It aroused me so much that I wheezed into Christine's hair somewhere: “I'll finish it now!”. She quickly removed her leg from my thigh, and, turning, stood on all fours, her lips pressed to my cock. Her dress snaked up to the waist, and she almost poked into Andrei's face with her bare ass.He looked at me, discouraged, but did not dare touch her. Suddenly the car slowed down, Christine squealed, and slightly bit my cock.

- What's the matter? - I asked with displeasure, realizing that I could not keep myself from an orgasm.

“We arrived,” the driver answered hoarsely, and turned to us, dumbfoundedly glancing at Christina’s naked body.

“Now ... I now ... We now,” I muttered, unable to hold back any longer, and then Christine betrayed me, throwing me into a light stupor:

“Kiss,” she said, turning slightly back.

Andrei readily, as if he was waiting for the team, grabbed her by the hips, but Christina shook them aside with displeasure.

- No, not you. Let him kiss! - And she nodded her head to the driver, moving her ass closer to him - and Marina is waiting for you at home, your lovely wife, isn't it? - mockingly said Christina, easily switching with a friend to "you".

“So,” said Andrei deafly, swallowing nervously. Then he sat back and closed his eyes.

- Do not sleep! Look what you are losing, - Christine commanded, looking at Andrei, and then she gasped, - oh, Lord! - This is a guy who did not have to ask twice, dived his face between Christina's buttocks, clutching his widely placed hips with her fingers - as far as the seat in the car allowed.

Christina poked into my groin and sucked my pulsating organ with a long kiss. Then again and again. I became mad with lust and unreal sensations, and almost immediately began to shoot hot streams into her throat, with a mixed feeling watching the driver lick my wife's crotch. Andrei looked at what was happening with all his eyes, and I heard his muttering: “My God, what a woman!”, And then: “Our Father who is in heaven! Hallowed be thy name; Thy kingdom come! Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven ... And do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For yours is the kingdom and power and glory forever ... ”

“Amen,” I croaked, pressing Christine's head against my pubic hair. Jerking several times, I sat back and closed my eyes.

Vydiv me without a trace, and smacking at last in the fallen head, Christina pushed the guy's head away from her, turned and, straightening the dress, sat down in place like nothing had happened.

- How much do we need? She asked, trying to make her hair look more or less decent.

“Not at all,” the driver answered, looking at Christina with enthusiastic eyes: this is how the fans look at their idol. His whole face glistened with discharge.

- That's great! - Christina said, and with an impatient gesture pushed me to the exit, - you see, darling, I saved you some money! And the whole day you were an “oligarch” today, right, Andrei?

A friend was sitting, neither alive nor dead: in my opinion, he was no longer glad that he agreed to spend the night with us. It is possible that soon he will begin to break eggs from "unrealized opportunities." Getting out of the car, Christina finished it off completely:

- Andrew, let's go faster home: I so gloriously licked this guy that I want to finish quickly! True, you also have a favorite Marina. So, it does not concern you ...

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