Flashing and Being Flashed Ch. 02

I had no illusions that she was not doing this because she was horny or that she intended to become horny. No, this was most likely intended JUST to tease me and make me hard, which it was definitely doing. I went back to washing the roof of the car, unable to NOT watch her tease the bottom hem of her shirt up until her right nipple poked out, completely exposed. I didn't know what her game was, other than maybe to once again try to embarrass me. The last attempt at that failed pretty badly, which was the cause of her current anger. Trying again seemed both childish and counterproductive.

I finished washing the roof on the driver's side and moved to the passenger side, my shorts tenting out and also trying to slide down my hips as I moved back and forth. I could feel my dick now pressing against the side of the car as I worked to finish soaping the roof. I could also feel the coolness of the soapy water soaking into the front of my shorts as it ran down the doors to where my hard-on pressed against the car. By the time I'd worked the entire roof, a portion of the front of my shorts were soaked, the portion tented out over my hard-on. I stepped back and dropped the sponge in the bucket and then picked up the hose, spraying the soap off the roof. I dropped the hose and went back to washing, working now on the windshield and hood. As I moved around the car to the driver's side and could look back at my wife, I wasn't surprised to see her still sitting with her pussy exposed to me and one nipple showing. The look on her face wasn't one of pleasure though. It was almost, irritation maybe?

I finished the hood, windshield and front grill and moved back to get the hose and rinse it off. I dropped the sponge into the bucket and then used the hose to work the suds off the car. I finished rinsing and turned back around, dropping the hose and planning on moving the bucket to the front fender to start washing down the passenger side. When I turned around, I was startled to see Emily standing less than two feet from me with the sponge in her hand. I backed up as she stepped towards me, stopping when my butt hit the fender of the car. She continued towards me until she was less than a foot from me. She reached for my chest and pressed the soapy sponge to my chest, squeezing a lot of the soapy water out to run down my chest, soaking my shorts. She grinned at me and started to rub the sponge around my chest, soaping much like I had soaped the car, working the sponge lower and lower. She was soon down as far as she could go, yet continued to work lower, using one hand to push my soaking wet shorts down while working the sponge down to my now exposed dick. I felt my shorts slide part way down, sticking to my thighs as she let go of them. She worked the sudsy sponge around my dick and balls, covering me with soap before dropping the sponge back in the bucket. She reached down to my dick and stroked my soap slickened dick several times very slowly before stepping back. She bent over and picked up the hose, setting it on a gentle mist setting and used it to rinse the soap from my chest, rubbing her hand up and down and around my chest before working lower. She gently stroked my rock-hard dick as she rinsed it and around it with the uncomfortably cold water.

She left the hose running and handed it to me. "Your turn," she said quietly. "If you dare." The only thing I could think she meant was for me to do the same to her, yet she was dressed. I stood there for several seconds before I turned the hose on her, starting at her stomach and wetting her shirt up the front until it was sticking to her nicely shaped C cup breasts. With her shirt dripping wet, I pulled the sponge from the bucket and held it up, not sure if I should do what I was thinking. I mean, here I was, standing in full view of anyone who wanted to walk down the street, with my dick hanging out, thinking about pulling up the shirt of my across the street neighbor. Oh, what the hell!

I reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up slowly, rubbing the soapy sponge across her stomach and then higher as I worked the wet shirt up until it was over her tits. With it stuck there, I rubbed over and around her full, firm, easily C cup tits, her two inch across areola puckered around her rock-hard nipples from the cool water. I let my hands work back down to the waistband of her spandex shorts and tried to decide what to do next. I dropped the sponge in the bucket again and then moved both hands to her hips. I pushed both hands down, dragging the spandex shorts and a tiny little pink thong panty down, forcing it down until it was midway down her thighs. I reached for he sponge again and soaped down her stomach to her pussy. I soaped across the triangle of curls on her mound and then between her legs across her shaved lips. I stepped closer, feeling her hands grasp my cock as I rubbed the soapy sponge over and around her tight little ass. I couldn't help slipping my fingers between her legs and teasing her pussy a little while she stroked my hard-on, her free hand pushing my shorts even lower, stopping only at the limit of her reach.

I really didn't want to, but I knew this couldn't go on much longer, not to mention that the longer we did this, the more I wanted to throw her ass on the hood of the car and fuck her. I pulled away, collected the hose and gently rinsed her off, using my free hand to rub and stroke her tits and nipples much longer than required, before moving down to tease my fingers between her lips as I rinsed the soap off there. She decided I was done by stepping back out of reach. She walked to the chair, her shirt still up and her shorts still around her thighs, giving me one hell of a view of her ass. She reached the chair and bent over to straighten out and pull up her tiny underwear and her shorts, giving me a brief view of her pussy pushing out between her thighs at me. She stood up as she pulled the spandex up and then turned to face me, giving me one last look at her tits before pulling the shirt down and sitting down.

"Damn," I swore quietly before pulling my shorts back up to cover my hard-on. I wasn't sure what my wife had intended to happen, but I doubt it was what did happen. I tried to look back at her as I worked on the side of the car. I rinsed it and moved to the driver's side, washing it and then standing back to rinse it, able to look across at my wife. She'd pulled her shorts back in place as well as the shirt and sat there staring at me as if I had three heads instead of two.

With the car done, I figured it was time to deal with this. I walked over to her and took her by the hand.

"What?" she asked, not getting up.

"Come on," I said, pulling her hand as she resisted.

"Where?"

"Just come on."

"No!"

"You want me to dump the rest of the bucket of water on you?"

"Hell no!"

"Then get up," I said, starting to get irritated.

"Why?"

"Because I'm tired of this and I'm going to put an end to it."

"Just how are you going to do that?"

"Well, one of several ways, I guess. I could take Emily over and fuck her on the hood of the car. I don't think she'd object," I said.

"Not even!" Emily answered before I could go on.

"Or I can walk over here and soak you with the hose,"

"You wouldn't."

"Sure I would. How much more trouble can I be in with you?"

"Trust me, A LOT!" she answered.

"Or you can come over here with me."

"What for?"

"Guess you'll find out when we get there," I said pulling her hand harder.

She reluctantly got up from the chair and let me pull her towards the car. "Now what?" I turned her to face me in front of the car and pushed her backwards until she had to lean back against the hood. I stepped closer and reached down and bent both legs, hooking my hands under her knees and lifting to tip her back. "HEY! What the hell are you doing?" she demanded as I stepped between her now bent and partly lifted legs. I didn't answer, but instead pushed my shorts down, freeing my cock. I let go of her legs and used one hand to pull the leg of her shorts to the side, exposing her pussy, and the other to guide my head to her lips as I leaned towards her. "NO! STOP IT!" she demanded, pushing on my chest to try and push me away as I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her lips, spreading them and finding the entrance to her depths.

"No. You started this. So, unless you want me to pull Emily over here and fuck her, you better damn well start enjoying it!" I said as I pushed my dick into her several inches. She held her arms out to stop me, but she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I started to slide in and out of her, spreading her lubricating juices along my shaft as I worked deeper and deeper. Her arms bent and she held her hands against my chest, but no longer tried to push me away. I let my hands slide up her body and push under the t-shirt, reaching for her big soft tits. I cupped both big soft orbs as I stroked in and out of her, drawing soft moans and groans from her. She used her own hands to lift and pull her knees back, holding herself open as I stroked harder into her. In and out I thrust, using her tits as handles. Each stroke smacked me against her ass and slid her slightly on the hood, her body sliding back down as I withdrew.

In and out I rammed myself, horny as hell after playing briefly with Emily. I couldn't help but look over at her. She had her shirt up over her tits again, the soft wet material clinging to her chest and leaving both tits exposed to her fingers. She had her other hand inside her shorts, clearly pushing a finger in and out of her pussy in time with my strokes into my wife. I could feel my urgency building, and knew I wasn't going to be able to go much longer. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch Emily for fear that it would make me come too soon, and right now too soon was anything before my wife did. Absolutely, positively I HAD to make sure she came first. I shifted my grip to squeeze her nipples as I squeezed her breasts, drawing a louder moan from her. I saw several cars go by slowly, sure that whoever it was, was looking at the two of us, even though there wasn't anything they could see. My wife still had all her clothes on, and her pussy was pointed towards the garage. They MIGHT have been able to see my dick, but I doubt it, with my wife's legs blocking the view from the side. But just because they couldn't actually see anything, didn't mean they didn't know exactly what we were doing. My mind was thankfully busy with those thoughts when I felt my wife's pussy start to contract around me. "Thank God," I mumbled, opening my eyes to look down at her. I looked over at Emily as she continued to finger herself, her sexy looking tits enticing enough to push me to that perfect spot.

"Gonna come," I grunted as I pounded harder into her, drawing several deep moaning gasps from her as her climax washed over her. She stiffened and her legs shuddered as she climaxed around my dick. My body took care of everything else. It spasmed hard, jamming my cock into her and pumping a gush of pent up cum deep into her, drawing another gasp from her.

"Shit, I can feel you pumping it in me," she moaned softly as her body shuddered, almost as if she were shivering from cold.

My dick kept surging in her, filling her with more cum than I thought I could contain at my age, or at least feeling like it. My body finally stopped jerking and twitching after two or three minutes, leaving me standing there panting, my cock softening inside her pussy.

She opened her eyes as I helped her move her legs to a more comfortable position, hooking her heels on the front bumper to hold her legs up. She frowned at me. "Jesus honey. The whole damn neighborhood is gonna know you were fucking me out here! What are they going to think?"

"That the old couple up the street still does it!" I said with a chuckle. "It's not like they could see anything. All the important parts of you are still covered."

"That's not the point."

"You sure? You wanted me out here. You brought Emily over here to watch me. I'm pretty sure it was your idea for her to wash me. And now you want to complain that I had sex with you out here. What did you expect me to do? Last night didn't work out how you wanted. Today didn't work out how you wanted. Tell me, just exactly what were you expecting to happen?"

"For you to get embarrassed and say that this is all wrong and you don't want to do it," she said firmly.

"Pretty obviously it doesn't embarrass me now any more than it did back when we were first married. The more you get me turned on, the less embarrassed I am. It's a normal thing for most people. Sexual desire decreases modesty. Why do you think those young girls can practically strip in public and have sex? They get turned on and want to show off what they have to a prospective mate. It's biology. It's how mankind propagated back in caveman days. So, if you think getting me horny so I have a hard-on is going to somehow make me NOT want to flash it at you, or fuck you with it, you better start thinking again."

"So, are you going to let me up?"

"I dunno. You gonna stop being mad at me?"

"I haven't decided."

"Really? Well," I said as I pulled my hands from under her shirt. I pushed it up to expose both tits, her hands reaching to mine to grab them and try and pull her shirt down again.

"Scott! What the fuck! Let go!"

"Why?"

"Cuz you're flashing my tits at the whole damn neighborhood!"

"Yeah? So?"

"I don't WANT them to see my tits!"

"NO? But you can pull my shorts down and leave me hanging out for everyone to see? Uh uh. Fair is fair. You want me to pull your shirt down and let you up, you gotta stop being mad at me for something YOU did!"

"Can I ask what she did that she's mad at you for?" Emily asked, sliding up next to me and leaning against me.

"It's personal," my wife answered quickly.

"She had her friends over and made me strip in front of them and jack off. Then she got pissed because her friend got naked, and we touched each other until we both came."

"Oooooooo. Sexy idea. I wouldn't have minded being part of that. But why?"

"Because my husband thinks sex outside the bedroom is more fun," my wife snapped, clearly irritated.

"It is. Wasn't this fun?"

"NO!"

"Um. I beg to differ Nancy, but you came really hard. That isn't NOT having fun."

"I did not!"

"Oh yeah you did," I said. "A double peak one too. Admit it. It felt good!"

"Okay it felt good," she finally admitted. I let go of her shirt and she pulled it back down. "That doesn't mean I want to have sex out in public again."

"Why not? If it makes you come hard, who cares what other people think?" Emily asked. "I'd let my boyfriend fuck me on the hood of the car, naked if he wanted to. All he'd have to do is ask."

"So why doesn't he?" I asked.

"Dunno. He's hard to get interested in sex. He does too damn much work and not enough fun time."

"Sorry," I said quietly.

"Not your problem. But it would have been nice if you'd have finished what you started earlier."

"Sorry," I said again.

"THAT I will let you be sorry about," she said before leaning towards me. She kissed me on the cheek and then stepped back. "Now, I have a date with a vibrator. Unless you think you won!" she said to Nancy as she turning as if to walk away.

"You going to let me up now?" My wife asked, Emily stopping and turning to look back to see what was going to happen.

"Sure," I answered stepping back, my totally soft dick slipping out of her, a gush of cum leaking down the front of the car as she slid off the hood. She walked into the house without another word. I wasn't at all sure I'd gotten her over her mad or not. She stopped at the door into the house from the garage and looked back at Emily. I wasn't sure what was transpiring, but the look and shake of her head seemed to indicate that she was unhappy about something else that involved Emily. Maybe another stupid date she lost?

Emily walked back over to me, my shorts still around my ankles and pressed herself against me. "I wasn't sure if she was serious the first time she told me I could wash you like the car, if I wanted to," she said as she reached for my left hand and pulled it to her stomach. With a grin, she rolled my hand to put my palm to her stomach and pushed it down, sliding it inside her spandex shorts. "I'm glad I let her convince me the second time," she added as she pushed my hand down, dragging the front of her shorts down as well. I curled my fingers as I felt my fingertips reach her pussy. "Mmmmmmm. You knew exactly what I wanted."

"Kind of got the idea when you put my hand in your pants," I said as I slipped my middle finger between her wet lips.

"When Nancy said to come watch you wash the car, I didn't know what was going on, but I decided to come anyway. I'm glad I did. Only problem is, I'm awfully horny now, and your finger isn't quite what I want in me. Wanna come over and help me wash MY car? I've never been fucked on the hood of a car either."

"I'm not sure that'd be a really good idea," I answered her. "Besides, I don't think I'm going to be ready to do much with it for a little while."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," she said as she stroked my partly hard dick. "Seems to me that it's getting ready just fine. But if you don't want to come over, I don't see any reason we can't have a little fun here."

"Right here in the open? You aren't worried about someone complaining and us getting arrested?"

"You didn't seem all that worried when you were fucking Nancy on the hood of the car," she whispered, stepping a little closer while pulling the front of her shirt up to expose her tits. "I'm not afraid of a little show and tell. Why don't you take my shirt and shorts off and we'll see just how much attention we can attract?"

"You're serious!" I said in surprise.

"Oh Yes. VERY serious," she said, letting go of my dick. She used both hands to pull her shirt up and off, tossing it onto the hood of the car. She pushed her shorts down her thighs to her knees and then used her legs to work them all the way to her ankles, my fingers now free to stroke her more easily. She turned me and moved the short two feet to the front of the car and then lifted herself onto the hood. "How about you see how long it takes you to make me come?" she said with a grin.

I looked at her pussy as she spread her legs, her shorts still around her ankles. Her full round lips had quite a bit of soft inner labia protruding from her shaved outer lips. I reached down and pulled her shorts off one leg, letting her spread her legs apart, and then stepped between them. I laid my hard dick on her wet pussy lips and pressed it against her. I started to rock my hips towards and away from her, dragging my cock along her lips, pushing it down to press between them and rub against her hard clit. "Ohhhhh yes," she moaned, leaning back onto her elbows, lifting and spreading her legs even further. "You like that?"

"Oh yeah," I groaned softly, looking at her sexy body, my now engorged head rubbing up and down her slit with each rock of my hips. I could feel her wetness lubricating me as I used my fingers to press my shaft and head between her lips. I reached up with my free hand to her chest and grabbed one of her nipples, squeezing it firmly as I pulled and twisted it, drawing another groan from her.

"God, I want to fuck you right now," I grunted as I pushed my dick along her slit.

"So why not? I don't mind."

"What about your boyfriend? Won't he mind?"

"Until he puts a ring on it, it's not his call!" she moaned.

"I don't think Nancy would be very happy," I panted, knowing that my strokes were pushing me surprisingly quickly towards another climax in such a short time.

"She offered you up, I don't see why I should stop at playing with you with my hand," she moaned. "Put it in. Just for a minute. Just put it in me while I come."