It was silly the way my wife, Tammy, dipped her head when she laughed. We were out to dinner and she cracked up at something stupid I said.

I say a lot of stupid stuff, so I don’t remember what it was.

When her long, dark hair fell in front of her face like a soft curtain, it made me think of her sucking my cock — the way her hair settled around her cheeks and often brushed my thighs as she moved over me.

The craving for my wife’s mouth was sudden and intense. When the waiter brought our check, I practically threw my credit card at him.

Tammy looked surprised, but she also had a look of curiosity. She knew something was up — something sexual. I could tell by the way her Kewpie-doll lips curled into a half-smile. I took her hand and squeezed.

“Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden?” she asked, curling her index finger against my palm. It was an utterly innocent and insanely seductive motion.

My brain stopped, my cock stirred, and I struggled to find words. I shrugged, then laughed. “Dirty thoughts.”

She raised a single lovely eyebrow, licked her lips, and squeezed my hand. “Do tell.”

“That thing you did.”

She kept curling her finger against my palm, and my cock got rock-hard.

“What thing?” She looked genuinely confused.

“When you looked down and your hair fell — ”

“That’s it?” She laughed.

The waiter interrupted. I quickly signed the slip and took my card back.

Tammy just stared at me, waiting.

I leaned forward and stage-whispered, “My dick, your mouth.”

“Let’s go,” she said, standing. She smoothed her black dress along her luscious curves.

Just looking at my wife and her banging body made me want to push my cock into her mouth, hold her hair, and go to town.

She smiled at me, knowing my dirty thoughts, and held her hand out. I took it and we left the restaurant.

When we got in my car, she turned to face me. “Get your cock out.”

I glanced around the small parking lot. “Here?”

“Do what I ask. I don’t want to wait.”

There was a touch of steel in her voice, and it made my spine shiver. I unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out.

Tammy bent over the space between the seats and put her mouth on my cockhead. She drew on it slowly, pausing to slide her tongue along the tip. Her small hand slid up and down my shaft, giving me the friction I craved.

My breath came in short bursts. I scanned the well-lit parking lot, realizing we’d be visible to anyone who walked by. The threat of it had me on edge.

She squeezed my shaft and sucked, pushing her velvety soft mouth down my length and pressing her lips to the base.

I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed my fingers into her thick hair. I thrusted up just a little, trying to control myself. I wanted to come so badly, but fuck me — I did not want it to end. Not yet.

The restaurant door opened and a couple stepped out. We both froze, my wife’s head bent, her fist wrapped around my cock. Arm in arm, the couple laughed and headed away from our car.

Tammy chuckled sexily. “Now, where was I?”

She put her mouth back on my cock and pushed her lips down my length, using her tongue to lap at me. She did this for a few more minutes until, somewhat abruptly, she sat back and put her seatbelt on. “I think you should take us home, right now.”

I didn’t even put my cock away. I started the car, turned on the lights, and tried not to speed on the ten-minute drive to our house.

I pulled into the driveway and parked. Tammy immediately got out, but instead of heading to the front door of our house, she stopped in front of the car, hiked up her dress, pulled off her panties, and flashed her bare pussy at me.

Needing no further invitation, I quickly got out of the car and joined her.

Tammy rested her bare ass on the hood of the car as I slid my hands across the tops of her thighs. When I pushed my fingers inside her cunt, I found her soaked. I painted slow, wet circles over her clit, making her hiss like I’d burned her.

Although we have neighbors, the house next to ours was dark, thank God. I barely gave them a second thought as I grabbed my wife’s hips and turned her over.

Tammy planted her hands on the car hood and thrust her perfect ripe ass back at me. I knocked her stance wider with my knees, then grabbed her hips and plunged my cock in. I knew she was ready. I knew she could take it.

Tammy groaned and pushed back against me. Her tight, wet pussy engulfed me, and it was my turn to groan. I dug my fingers into her flesh and pulled her against me as I pushed into her.

She was panting, saying words I couldn’t hear because she was facing away from me. She went up on her tiptoes and angled herself just so. That’s when she came, her pussy massaging my cock with the most amazing spasms. I gritted my teeth against the nearly overwhelming urge to come.

Within no time, Tammy started pushing against me again as her hand slid down to work her pussy. I felt it tickle my balls as she stroked her clit. I felt her tightening again as I kept slamming into her.

She came a second time, gasping and then laughing. Then she bumped her hips back, sending me off-balance.

Her dress fell around her ass as she stood up, turned around, then pushed me back, my bare ass landing on the warm hood. She squatted down in front of me, somehow looking elegant in her black dress and high heels despite us being in a semi-darkened driveway.

She began to lick my cock slowly, her bright blue gaze pinned to me. “Your cock is so wet. You taste like me,” she murmured. I growled and pushed my hand into her hair, holding her steady as she lapped at me.

Finally, I got impatient. “Suck it,” I said. “Put it in your mouth.”

She laughed softly as her mouth engulfed my cock. Her hand came up to cradle my balls and she gave them a gentle squeeze. I shut my eyes.

Her movements became faster. She sucked and licked and squeezed until I was moving restlessly.

“How’s that, baby?” she asked during a momentary break.

I could only nod, bumping my hips forward to meet her mouth.

She went back to work, swallowing me down. Her soft, cool hand moved between my thighs, stroking along the top, over the base of my cock, down the other thigh. All the while, she used her mouth to torture me.

Her fingers stroked, soft as silk along my skin. She reached her hand through my legs to caress my ass cheeks. She kept me off-balance by constantly moving her fingers over my body. I was gasping for air, so close to coming it felt like there was a lead weight in my pelvis.

Tammy pushed her fingertip against my asshole and I gasped. I hadn’t been expecting it. She giggled, licking my balls.

“Relax,” she told me.

I took a deep breath and did as she said. She dragged her fingers through her own wetness, and it helped her slide her finger in.

She went slowly at first, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. I focused on the glide of her warm mouth along my cock, the way she ran her tongue over my tip.

She pushed a bit farther, breaching me. The sensation of her finger inside my asshole and her mouth on my dick made my head swim. Thunder rumbled somewhere in the dark summer sky, and I felt the vibration in my bones like a drumbeat.

Tammy pushed her finger in fully and curled it, working it like a pro. Her mouth never ceased, her tongue constantly teased, and every once in a while she drew on me deeply. I felt that pleasure in my core.

She moved her mouth and worked her finger faster, and that was that. I pushed my hands into her hair, holding her that way until my orgasm’s last spasm passed, and until the very last drop of my come had been wrung from me, down Tammy’s throat.

She looked up at me and asked, “Did any of that match your dirty thoughts, my darling?”

Just then I felt the raindrops start, and I took my wife inside to do it all over again.