Secret Married T-Lovers Pt. 01

Secret Married T-Lovers Part 1: Sixty-Six Kicks En-Route

Prologue

Sandra and I have room-shared before. Our romantic exploits were still known only to us.

This time, we secretly got ourselves tested just before we left our homes, so we could enjoy each other with nothing between us. It keeps our wives safe too. They know we are friends, but that's all. Sharing a room and car saves money, and they approve.

Our Sexy Journey

I kiss my wife goodbye at the door, walk a little self-consciously to my car in my light summer minidress, and set off to pick up Sandra a few miles away. The sun is shining, and I feel happy as I drive through the town and onto the highway. After I reach the outskirts of Sandra's town, the SatNav guides me unerringly to her door. She sees me coming, and her door opens as I arrive. She kisses her wife a fond goodbye. She is ready with her suitcase and dress carrier and quickly stows them in the half of the space at the back of the car I'd kept free for her.

We exchange a knowing glance as Sandra sits in the passenger seat and brings her legs neatly together in her yellow checked miniskirt, her knees tilted towards me. She leans and exchanges another kiss and smile with her wife through the open car window.

"Enjoy yourself -- I know you will!" her wife says in encouragement.

"Love you," replies Sandra, and it's true. These weekends are just something different and special.

I drive away slowly so they can wave to each other. As we round the bend at the end of the road, Sandra rolls her window up. I am not sure if she has had second thoughts. After all, last time we were together was a year ago. But my doubts are dispelled as I feel Sandra's hand on my knee. Her hand stays still, resting lightly. I know she is not sure about how I feel either, so I squeeze her hand in reassurance and guide it over my thigh to touch me between my stay-up tops and panties. Now we know.

"Mmmm, missed you" I murmur in approval, as a naughty tremble titillates my crotch.

We reach the main highway. For the next hundred miles, we chat about this and that. Who will come that we know. What cafes will we go to during the daytime. Who the DJ is.

"Time for a coffee?" asks Sandra.

"You saw the sign then," I reply, turning off the highway about a mile to a place we've stopped before.

Molly's is a big shack of a building that sells camping gear, with a coffee shop upstairs as a sideline. When we get out of the car, we remember we are wearing short dresses. We always do that on these weekends, to make the ones who have to change after they arrive jealous. It's not too busy here. We stroll towards the entrance. I realize we're holding hands. We stop that as we reach the door. It slides open to let us in. We're led to a small and we sit opposite each other.

"Two iced lattes, and two blueberry muffins."

"Sure, coming up soon."

Five minutes later, our order arrives. We ask to pay right there to save time. The waiter produces a contactless pad from his utility belt and thanks us for the tip.

Once he's gone, we look into each other's eyes, smiling, as we drink our coffee through stripey straws. We hold hands again, across the table. Sandra moves round to the seat my side of the table. The café is pretty quaint, with white floral tablecloths that drape over the sides. No one can see under our table, but we arrange the tablecloth carefully, to make sure. Her hand is on my thigh, and mine on hers.

I rest two fingers on Sandra's thigh, and say quietly, "Miss Fingertips would like to take a little walk to Miss Pussy's house."

"Meow -- that sounds lovely," she replies, with smiling eyes.

As we look into each other's eyes, I walk my fingers toward her knee a little way and stop. She looks disappointed.

"Oh dear, wrong way," I say, and pad my fingertips up her thigh, making little playful diversions right and left.

When I reach her white cotton panties, I walk my fingertips over them in a little dance. She squirms in delight and I feel her cock bulging more and more as I caress her ever so gently through the fabric.

"Inside my panties," she whispers.

I slip my fingers up through the frilly thigh hem, and I feel her warm, semi-firm cock in my hand. I stroke her knee with my other hand, and tickle her uncut foreskin, feeling her cute little cock lips being pushed open by her erection. I take her foreskin between my thumb and middle finger, and pull it back a short way, so I can touch her glans. I'm getting hard too. We want each other, but what can we do?

"Hey Susan," says Sandra quietly.

I feel her hand inside my waistband. I stand just slightly. Sandra pulls my panties down to my thighs. I flip my skirt so it drapes over the chair, and sit down again. I feel very exposed as the fake leather meets my bare ass in such a public place.

"What if they see us?" I ask.

But Sandra's soft fingers soon make me forget those worries. I move close, so our thighs are touching. My cock is in the open and so hard that I feel the tip touch the underside of the table. We glance around. No one is looking our way, so we steal a quick kiss, and then a second.

Sandra takes my cock in her hand and looks me in my eyes.

"Susan, I wish we were alone."

I hold her cock lightly, running my hand up and down its length. As she draws breath in delight, I tell her, "Sandra, so do I, so, so much."

We kiss again, this time for longer. When I open my eyes, I see a gray-haired man looking at us, but he looks away when his eyes meet mine. Sandra and I share a naughty glance, as, unseen under the table, she grips my cock a little harder, and I hers.

She slips her panties down so I can touch her easily. She raises her bum slightly, and I slide my hand under her. She sits on my hand, so my buttock is in my hand, and I feel my fingertips meeting her crack. I can see she loves that. I love the feel of her inviting warmth.

As she caresses my cock, we kiss again, this time with tongues. Then we look at each other, suddenly realizing we can't go any further without being seen. We both quickly pull our panties up, and arrange our cocks to hide the bulges. We make sure everything is tidy under the table and emerge into the sunshine.

Molly's sells tents, and they have an area at the back where they have set up some of them for prospective customers to see.

"Hello ladies," says the big, bearded sales guy, "can I help you with anything today?"

"We just like to look around ourselves, to get ideas for a camping trip later this year -- but no firm plans yet," replies Sandra.

"OK," said the bearded guy with a smile, "I'm right over at the store entrance if you need anything."

There is no one else near the tents, so we hold hands and stroll around. Big tents, small tents, inflatable tents, mountaineering tents. We stroll into one of the walk-in tents. It has a big main area, and two big bedrooms, with zipper doors. We look at the doors, and then each other.

We hop over the canvas threshold into one of the bedrooms, and zip the door shut. The zipper makes a sound as naughty as we feel: "Zzzzzippp!"

We grab each other. Our hands are up each other's skirts right away - inside panties, kneading each other's ass. Kissing wildly. Our cocks are side by side, between our thighs. We yank each other's panties down, and lift skirt fronts up. Sandra's hands clutch my ass cheeks, her fingers spreading them. Her fingertip is in my hole. I grip her ass hard and kiss her fingertip with my own hole.

It feels unbearably erotic. I reach round and pull the head of my cock towards me, so it slides inside Sandra's crack.

Suddenly, we hear a crunch of boot on gravel.

"Everything OK in there, ladies?" asks the bearded guy from outside the tent.

"Yes, we're checking out the bedrooms. Lots of space in here," I reply through the canvas.

"Yeah, we sell a lot of these. Please don't stand on the airbed in your shoes -- we leave that there so customers can see the bedroom made up. You can try it out for comfort if you like. Well, as I said, if you need anything ..."

"Yes, we know, thank you," I reply.

The crunches of his footsteps fade. We kick off our shoes. Holding hands, we kneel on the airbed, then lie on our sides, face to face. Our panties come down, and then off, so we can feel each other properly once more. I roll on my back, and raise my knees. Sandra kneels between my thighs, pulls her skirt up, and lays on me, holding my two hands in hers. I feel her body touching both my thighs.

"I've got you where I want you now," she said.

"Then kiss me," I replied.

As we kiss, I wrap my legs around her. I feel her cock in my crack, but not in me. We realize this is not the time or the place - but it's so hard to stop!

I bring my hips right up. "Quickly, Sandra, just your tip!"

I feel her part my hole just a little. I shudder with desire, and grip the skin on her thighs. I want her so much. She gives three short thrusts, maybe just half an inch. On the last thrust I hug her tightly, so she is still inside me. I want more but I know we must not.

Sandra rolls on her side, with her bum towards me. "Now me."

I push into her just a little way. She trembles and I feel her heat.

"Oh Susan, please, I need more of you!" she gasps, reaching out and holding my hand.

I pull out, quickly unzip my purse, and grope for the tube of lube. Found it! I flip the lid open with my thumb, and squirt some on my cock. I enter her again, feeling her tight hole gripping me. She squeezes my hand, asking me to wait there until she's relaxed.

"Yes, now, right in!" she purrs.

I go into her slowly but firmly, until my balls meet her ass. She is gripping my cock so tight and so hot! I pump her a few times, just pulling back an inch or two, then right in again. As I do that, she pushes her ass back, flattening her ass cheeks against me. I want to come so much, but I don't want to spoil it for later. I stop when I'm right in, caressing her front thigh and cock with my hand. We are both flushed pink with passion.

I pull out quickly, and kiss both her ass checks, before giving her a quick playful smack. We realize we have to stop right there, at least for now. We both pull our panties up and try to think of unromantic stuff.

"How about we try to remember the landmarks between my house and yours?" suggests Sandra.

"Well, there's the water tower."

"And the Dutch barn."

"And the grain silos."

A few more like that and we're good to go.

Cocks softened, skirts smoothed, we head back toward the car to continue our journey.

"No sale then?" asks the bearded man.

"Not today, but maybe another day," I reply.

"You ladies have a good day!" he says as we pass him.

"I'm sure we will," replies Sandra.

We continue our journey. The rest is uneventful, until we reach our hotel.