The Road Trip That Shattered My Fidelity: First Mutual Masturbation with My Ex
Highway south from Paris. Early July morning. Carine and I alone in my car, heading to Corsica villa. Friends already there. My girlfriend too. Heart thumps steady at first. We chat banalities. Traffic thickens. Old flames flicker. Ten years since we dated. Fucked after she moved on. Now just friends. Complicit.
Her tight tee hugs small tits. No bra. Nipples poke fabric. I stare. She catches me. ‘Stop ogling my tits, idiot!’ Laughs. Presses them playfully. Cock twitches hard. Banter heats. Reminisce first cheating fuck. Excitement of forbidden. Her eyes glaze. That veil. She’s wet. I know it.
The Approach: Building Tension on the Highway
Stops at picnic area. She changes. No panties under floral dress. Legs bare. Mid-thigh hem. I ogle openly. Silence thick. Heart races. Fantasies game starts. She spins tale of hot client fucking her over copier. Details crude: hands on tits, cock rubbing ass, skirt up, bare pussy filled. She moans describing cum dripping. I bulge obvious. ‘I’m rock hard,’ I admit. She giggles. Eyes on tented pants.
My turn. ‘Fantasy: ex jerks me off while driving.’ Her hand teases thigh. Fingers brush cock. ‘No touching counts as cheating, right?’ Logic twists. She hikes dress. Fingers dive into shaved pussy. No panties. Wet sounds. ‘Stroke yourself.’ Belt undone. Zipper down. Cock springs free. We masturbate side by side. Breaths ragged. Fear of crash mixes thrill. Trucks whoosh by.
Nervous pulse hammers chest. Palms sweat wheel. One hand pumps shaft. Eyes flick: road, her fingers circling clit. ‘Show tits.’ Straps down. Small mounds freed. Belt between them. Plumper post-kids. She pinches nipples. I speed strokes. Want more. ‘Lift dress. Show pussy.’ Serious eyes. Unbuckles. Dress off. Naked. Foot on dash. Legs splayed. Pussy lips swollen, glistening. Fingers plunge. Guttural moan. Head back. Pure lust.
The Instant: Raw Release and Oral Explosion
The Instant. She’s lost. No return. I slow strokes. ‘Gonna cum everywhere.’ She twists. Foot on window. Grabs my cock. Pumps. Leans. ‘We cum together.’ Mouth engulfs. Hot, wet suction. Tongue swirls glans. Her fingers frenzy clit. Hums vibrate shaft. Body shudders. ‘Ah! Ah!’ She orgasms. Bucking. I erupt. Spurts down throat. Gulps every drop. Waves crash. Legs quake. Euphoria blinds.
She sucks soft. Cleans. Tucks me away. Zips up. Dress on. Seatbelt clicks. Silence. Pulse slows. Reality creeps. No mess. No guilt yet. She beams innocent. ‘Sucking isn’t cheating, right?’
The Trace. Adrenaline fades. Heart settles uneven. Innocence cracked. Fidelity bent. Not first fuck, but first car handjob-bj combo. Raw, risky. Public edge sharpened it. Post-kids bodies still fire memory. Remorse whispers: wives waiting. But thrill lingers. Skin tingles. Taste of taboo. Adults now? Or kids playing fire? Road blurs ahead. New horizon opened. No regrets. Yet.
