In my favorite fantasy, it is a cool summer night and my husband and I decide to take a ride on his motorcycle. As we are riding along, I start rubbing his thighs, biting his neck, kissing his back and slowly moving my hand into his pants.

To my surprise, he is very excited. His cock is erect, which makes me stroke it even harder. I lead his hand to my thighs and up my dress, where he finds my panties moist from my juices.

As his fingers find my crotch, I spread my legs. He starts rubbing my clit and forcing his fingers in and out of my pussy. I grab my tits, rubbing each one, enjoying the movement of my body going back and forth each time his fingers enter me.

Cars are passing us, but we are so involved in each other, it doesn’t matter. In fact, we get more excited.

I lean back so far that I lift my pelvis to let him enter me deeper. By then I am so turned on that I smear my come all over the seat and spot my dress.

Removing his fingers from my pussy, my husband starts licking them. I then lean forward to help him lick the come off his fingers. We look at each other, knowing this was a sexy joyride we will never forget.

It’s doubtful that my fantasy will ever become a reality, as my husband is very safety-conscious and doesn’t permit any fooling around when we’re out on the road. However, he has fucked me from behind in the garage while I was draped over his bike.

And then there was the time he did me while I was sprawled atop the bike with my ass resting on the seat and my back cradled between the handlebars. He was standing, straddling the rear wheel, and holding my legs up high as he thrust deep inside me. It was a super fuck.