Married to my Dad’s Best Friend

The muscles in my stomach twitch when he touches my clit. His fingers caress me with a slow, steady motion that increases my pleasure. I feel the warm wetness leaking from me, dripping onto his hand. If he’s worried about it getting on his leather seats, he doesn’t indicate it.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he says as he drives his fingers deep into me.

I lean the seat back and open myself up for him. I don’t know how he manages to maneuver the vehicle and drive me crazy at the same time with such expertise. It’s a good thing the windows are tinted because we would definitely get pulled over. The urge to push harder against his fingers is maddening, but I don’t do that because the amount of pressure he’s using is perfect. If I push too hard, I might come, and right now, I just want to enjoy this feeling as long as I can.

“God, you’re good at this,” I say, biting my lip and fighting against my pending orgasm.

I look over at him just as he licks his lips, and I can tell he wants a taste of me.

I dip my fingers into my pussy, intertwining mine with his while they’re inside me. When my fingers are nice and coated, I pull them out and reach over to put them in his mouth. He groans and sucks them clean. His hand moves faster, finger fucking me hard and fast.

“You taste so good, I can’t wait to eat that pussy,” he growls.

I reach over and rub the hard mound in his pants. Not too much. I don’t want him to come and make a mess of himself before we get to the office. We can’t have the boss showing up to work in trousers crusted with cum. I just want to tease him a little. Telling by the smile on his face, it’s working.

I’m so wet that he manages to slip in three fingers with ease. My hips sway with his movements. I watch his hand as it expertly brings me closer and closer to my climax.

My head rolls back. “That feels so good,” I purr.

The faster he strokes my clit the wetter I get until it flows freely from me. I’m loose and pliable and so ready for him to drive his cock into me right now. I know that can’t happen, but my body is practically demanding it. That intense feeling starts to climb, and I know I’m close. This is the point to of no return.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out. For the first time, the car starts to drift off the road just a little. He’s quick to get it under control. His smile sways.

That feeling climbs and climbs, and my body starts to violently quiver as my orgasm racks my body. Like the end of a wild rollercoaster ride, I start to come down from the high, and glide to a satisfying stop at the end. My breathing slows, my heart becomes a steady beat again and I feel my unmoving smile freeze in place.

I could melt into these seats and fall asleep right now with how content I feel. I’m looking out the window, basking in the afterglow of my orgasm when I noticed we’re not heading in the direction of the office. We’re going in completely opposite direction. I haven’t been in the city that long, but I know the way to the office from my place, and this isn’t it.

“Where are we going?” I ask. He makes a left turn and pulls up in front of a large jewelry store.

“We need to pick you out a ring,” he says.

“What?”

He gets out of the car and comes around my side to open the door. I get out, smoothing my shirt and skirt, feeling disheveled and not nearly put together enough to be in a place like this. Not to mention the wet stain on the bottom of my skirt that will surely turn white and crusty when it dries.

“I can’t go in there, I don’t even have makeup on,” I tell him. They’ll take one look at me and think I’m here to shoplift. That or they’ll think it’s a Pretty Woman situation. Oh God, I can’t do this.

Lonnie laughs. “You look amazing. You’re a natural beauty. You don’t need makeup.” He takes my hand in his. “Come on, I made an appointment. They’re waiting for us.”

He had this all planned out?

We go in and the woman behind the counter steps out to greet us. She’s all class and poise and I look like … well, someone who just got fingered in a car.

Lonnie tells her we have an appointment, then gives her his name and she perks up even more than she had when we first walked in.

“I have several selections picked out for you to choose from. I think you’ll be very pleased,” she says.