Free Sweet Danger by Violet Blue

almost sighed as she exhaled the thick smoke. “Do you like sucking cock, Elisa?” she said suddenly as I watched the speedometer creep past eighty.
    “What?” Elisa said, her voice barely loud enough to hear.
    “You heard me,” Trinh told her. “Simple question, yes or no?”
    “I…” Elisa began tentatively. “Yes.”
    Trinh turned to look at Elisa over her shoulder. “So suck Trey’s cock. Right now.” Elisa looked for me in the mirror, and Trinh said, “It’s okay. He doesn’t mind,” then turning to me she added, “Do you?” Trinh inhaled the last of her cigarette and cracked the window, the wind rushing in cold and loud, and flicked the butt outside before sealing the window again.
    “I don’t mind,” I heard myself say. Trinh lit another cigarette and watched me as I watched Elisa in the mirror. “Drive faster,” I told Trinh, and she did.
    As I watched, Elisa dropped from view and I could see Trey settling into the seat, sliding down a little; draping one arm across the back of the seat, the other over my wife. Trinh smiled, as if relieved, or happy, maybe, that she didn’t have to talk Elisa into it. Over the drone of the engine I could hear the faint clinking sound of Trey’s belt being unbuckled. Then I could hear the wet noise of Elisa’s mouth, and by the look on Trey’s face I knew that Elisa had his cock out and had begun.
    I stared into the mirror, straining to see in the darkness, and I could make out the dark shape of Elisa’s body curling up in the seat next to Trey, her head moving in his lap. “Drive faster,” I said again, glancing over at the speedometer, the needle arcing past one hundred. In the mirror I could see Trey, breathing deeply, sinking further into the seat, relaxing, both arms now slung across the back of the seat. Trey’s eyes met mine, and I stared helplessly at him, unable to turn away; his eyes were white slits, half hidden in the shadows, and I suddenly had the feeling that somehow he had known this would happen, that he knew from the first time he saw my wife that this would be the outcome. I suddenly wanted to hate him for his arrogance, his utter conceit. I hated myself for wanting this, but I did want it.
    “This is…” I whispered, and then paused. I could feel Trinh watching me, waiting for what I was going to say. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
    “Are you complaining?” she said, just loud enough for only me to hear.
    “No,” I said. My cock was so hard it hurt, straining painfully against my pants, and I shifted anxiously in my seat, desperate to free it.
    “Why don’t you just take it out?” Trinh said, well aware. “Go ahead. That’s what you’re here for, right?” Hastily I unfastened my pants and wrenched my aching cock out into the open, immediately wrapping my fist around it and beating it furiously as I listened to my wife’s muffled moans, her mouth full with Trey’s cock. How many nights had I lain awake, planning this, imagining this? Picturing every possible scenario, every situation; loving every imaginary moment. And now the moment I never imagined would happen had arrived. Here. Now . Enraptured, I stared, my fantasy being made reality before my very eyes, and any jealousy I had felt, any uncertainty evaporated, leaving only a consuming urge to see her do this, to see this happen.
    The lights from the city had long since faded behind us, and the highway was deserted except for an occasional tractortrailer. Trinh pushed Raquel past one-ten. The semis blew by, heading into the city, the wind from them buffeting us, crashing against us like thunder, their headlights flashing through the interior of the car for an instant like lighting. I turned around in my seat, abandoning the mirror, all pretense gone now, and watched between the bucket seats as Elisa held Trey’s cock up with both hands to look at it. It was huge, every bit as large as Trinh had promised it would be, standing perfectly erect, jutting