Our weekend had been very busy: three days vacationing on the Gulf coast with my wife, Annette, and our three children.

Now it was Sunday afternoon, and we were making the four-hour drive back to northern Mississippi in our minivan. It had started to rain hard, and as I drove everyone fell sound asleep, worn out from the events of the weekend.

About an hour into the drive, my wife awoke from her sleep. Annette is five-foot-five, with a perfectly tanned body, perky round tits, and an incredible ass. For this trip home she had on a dark-blue pleated skirt and a white silk blouse; the combination reminded me of a school uniform. Underneath this prim exterior she wore white lace panties and a matching bra.

I knew something was up by the devilish smirk on her face. She leaned over and whispered in my ear that she had just had the most incredible dream and was soaking wet between her thighs. I was fantasizing about the details of her dream when a sweet-smelling pair of lace panties brushed across my face and abruptly brought me back to reality. A glance in the rearview mirror confirmed that our passengers were still asleep in the back. Looking at Annette, her eyes closed and legs slightly parted, I saw her massaging her steaming pussy and wincing with delight as she buried a finger deep in her love nest. For the next ten minutes I struggled to divide my attention between driving on a rainy interstate highway, my wife’s soft moans of ecstasy, and a raging hard-on.

We’d gone another ten miles when Annette asked if I’d like to taste her juicy pussy. Well, I am talented, but this would have proved quite a feat of dexterity. I told her, “I’d love to lick you clean, but there are some obvious dif-ficulties.” Annette had the perfect solution. Turning to better face me, she pulled up her skirt to reveal her neatly trimmed bush and dripping pussy. She then inserted two fingers, then three, into her steaming-hot love oven, then removed our special honey-coated treats, and together we licked her fingers clean. Annette looked quite content, but I was still wearing a carbon-steel hard-on that demanded immediate attention. I couldn’t stand much more of this.

My relief soon appeared in the form of a Wal-Mart just off the highway at the next exit. I pulled into the parking lot and turned off the ignition, informing everyone it was time to stretch our legs and take a potty break. My plan was simple: After everyone had left for the store, I would reach into the magic beach bag and fish out a bottle of suntan lotion. I could then lube up and relieve myself of a gallon of pent-up hot-and-creamy. But when I revealed my plan to Annette, she told me she had a better idea and I should follow her into the store. My cock nearly exploded at the mere idea of fucking my hot wife in the Wal-Mart.

The two of us ran into the place like dogs in heat. Now, my idea of public fucking was something more traditional like a fitting room, or perhaps an empty stall in the ladies’ restroom, but Annette had something else in mind. She informed me that if we were going to fuck in public, it would have to be someplace where there was at least a chance we would get caught. After a quick look around, I determined there were too many security cameras everywhere, and I didn’t relish the idea of us ending up on someone’s home-video show. But the lawn-and-patio area outside didn’t have any cameras and was presently unoccupied. A light rain had begun to fall and the final rays of daylight were quickly fading. I noticed a covered corner where large bags of potting soil were stacked. It was perfectly camouflaged by a collection of outdoor plants and lawn ornaments, which made it the ideal place for us to carry out our public lust-fest.

“She slid down, turned around, and bent over the stacks of soil, stretching out to her fullest. I lifted her skirt, exposing my target. I unbuttoned my shorts and I let them fall to my ankles.”

After checking the area for shoppers, I lifted Annette up onto a sack of soil and kissed her deeply, our tongues romping. I had never wanted her more than at that moment. I moved my hand up under her blouse and unhooked her lacy bra. I played with her nipples, making them rock-hard. Slowly my kisses traveled down her neck and chest and paused to suckle at her magnificent

tits. Annette softly moaned, “Oh, honey, Suck my pussy.”

Without hesitation I slid her farther back and lovingly parted her sexy legs. Seconds later I traced the edges of her pussy lips with my tongue. I parted the steaming folds with my fingers, revealing the softest love bud, ripe for attention. I took it between my lips and sucked with abandon. Annette bucked wildly and cried, “I’m coming hard, baby, suck me, suck me!” With those words she grasped the back of my head and pressed my face into her gushing pussy. I was in heaven, and lapped at her like

a kitten with warm milk.

Moments later, after Annette had recovered from her shattering orgasm, it was my turn. She slid down, turned around, and bent over the stacks of soil, stretching out to her fullest. I lifted her skirt, exposing my target. I unbuttoned my shorts and I let them fall to my ankles. My hard-on sprang to attention, ready for some long-awaited action. I plunged hard into Annette, and she squealed with delight. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I felt a powerful orgasm building from the soles of my feet to the hair on my head. With one final thrust, I pulled Annette close. My cock exploded, filling her completely and flooding out around my shaft.

I finally relaxed my embrace and allowed Annette to stand up. We kissed passionately and straightened ourselves up. Annette reached down and collected some of my love icing on her long fingers and brought it to her mouth. She hungrily licked each finger clean and went back for seconds, cleaning herself completely and enjoying the product of our fantastic fuck.

About ten minutes later we were standing in the checkout line when Annette shuddered and a sheepish grin crept across her face. I asked if anything was wrong. She took one step forward and discreetly pointed to the floor. Apparently she hadn’t gotten all of my love icing, because the last few drops had run down her leg and pooled on the floor by her foot. We laughed as we hurriedly left the store. We figured someone would soon be calling for

a “wet clean-up in aisle nine.”