Backseat Fun With Sort-of Friend's Wife

At the time of this story, I had just started working in the office of a large financial services firm. I was soon befriended by a guy named Mick, who had recently immigrated to Canada with his wife Fay. Mick and I had similar tastes in music and both were soccer fanatics (as the game is generally called in Canada and the U.S.), so we had something in common. At times, they’d take me out for a night at the pub or invite me for a home-cooked meal (Fay was such a fabulous cook that she could have held her own in a high-quality restaurant). Fay was a genuinely nice, intelligent woman and I found her very physically attractive with her long brunette hair, pretty face, medium-sized breasts, and outstanding ass.

The three of us grew to be pretty good friends, despite the fact I was four or five years younger than them, but there was always a spectre lurking in the background. Mick was quite a moody person and when he got that way, there was really no point being in the same room/city as him. Fay would stand up to him during those times, so every once in a while there was a big chill in their relationship.

A group of people from the office organized a camping trip to Manning Park, a beautiful locale maybe a three-hour drive from Vancouver in those days. I caught a ride with Mick and Fay in their Mini and as I was much younger and slimmer than now, I was able to survive in the cramped backseat. Everyone rendezvoused at the campground and set up tents and a fire pit for party purposes. Mick got pretty loaded and started being a bit of an ass. He was firmly encouraged to fuck off and went off to his and Fay’s tent. She checked on him perhaps an hour later and he was totally passed out, snoring away.

After a couple of hours, Fay wanted to go and have some drinks. Off we went with a couple of other people and a healthy supply of brews and wine. It was dark out, but we had flashlights and the walking trails went past some streams which were at a safe, low level in the summer. We found a small clearing beside a stream and  drank for a bit before the other people left. Fay was getting quite flirtatious with me and I was split between letting nature take its course and gently pushing her off - she was married after all and Mick was usually a decent guy.

We finally headed back and turned off my flashlight as we got to the parking area not far from where we’d all been hanging out by the fire. The fire was now out and it seemed everybody had crashed in their tents. As we got to the Mini, Fay suddenly grabbed me and started tongue-kissing me as she firmly pushed her crotch against me. I thought about it for approximately one-and-a-half seconds before I responded in kind. The car wasn’t locked, so Fay was able to drag me into the backseat with the interior light only being on for a few seconds.

We didn’t speak as we shucked our shorts and I pulled off my underwear while Fay opened her shirt and took off her bra. We started Frenching again, and Fay’s firm, hard-nippled titties were soon mostly filling my hands. She pulled me down to her boobs and whispered for me to “suck them good.” I did so enthusiastically even though it was difficult for us to manoeuvre in that cramped seat. Fay took my thick, throbbing cock in a gentle full-fist grip and slowly pumped it. I cupped her pussy (obviously quite hairy) through her panties, until she moaned in a low voice to “get her off.” With a Herculean effort, I managed to get the panties off and slid a couple of fingers up and down her slit and around her hard little clit.

Fay glanced out the window and asked me if I ate pussy. In answer, I got my head down to her dense bush and worked my tongue into and around her sopping cunt as she leaned back against the door with her thighs spread. My back was screaming in agony because of the position I was in, but I found it didn’t matter. I kept licking her snatch, totally getting into her subtle musk. Mercifully, she came quite quickly, pushing her pussy into my face and managing to hold back her sounds of pleasure.

I untwined myself from her and sat more or less erect(!) in the seat. Fay leaned over and got herself near my precum-leaking cock. Despite the “danger,” she slowly jacked my cock while sucking my nipples and kept me on edge for what seemed like a long time, but realistically could only have been a couple of minutes at most. As I built to a big cumshot, it was my turn to check out the windows. I whispered to Fay, “I’m gonna cum,” as I wondered where my juicy mess would wind up. Fay cupped my balls and squeezed and then took my cock about halfway into her mouth. She bobbed her head a couple of times and I exploded. Total pleasure enveloped my genitals as I blasted a multi-spurt load into Fay’s mouth. She swallowed my wad with a kind of wet sound and thereby solved the disposal problem!

We came down a bit and put our clothes mostly back on before making our way to our tents. When we woke in the morning, nothing was said by anybody, although Fay gave me a few sweet smiles over the rest of the weekend. We were never to have further sexual experiences, Mick and Fay divorced a few years later, and both of them eventually moved to other cities in Canada. 

It probably took at least two weeks for my back pains to subside.