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Mrs and the Mistress, Part Three
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I picked Emily up early in the morning so that we could have breakfast before our flight. A neighbor was taking Em's son to and from school so that we could head out of town for our special weekend. We had planned every detail of the trip, being sure to include some private time.
We arrived at our bed and breakfast in Napa Valley, had a quickie (mmm!), then met our driver out front. We couldn't keep our hands off each other in the car, and we caught the driver looking more than once. (And we both rather enjoyed having him watch!) We kissed and fondled each other for the entire twenty minute drive to the first winery on our tour, the Chateau Beaumarchais. This particular vineyard was open by appointment only, and that meant that other than the vineyard staff, Em and I were alone.
The vineyard lived up to its name: Chateau "Beautiful or Nice Walk." It was such a romantic time, and I loved that everyone knew us as a couple instead of as two friends, like back home. We were able to walk around the amazing grounds holding hands, kissing, looking at each other longingly. And not once did we have to worry about who might see us. It was perfect.
We visited two other wineries that day, Casale Cellars and Moss Hill Estate. Each visit mimicked the first. The only differences being that at each visit we consumed more wine, and with that wine it became harder to hide our feelings. Especially in the car!
After the first visit we barely came up for air; our kisses were so passionate, our hands groping at breasts and legs. The driver was so mesmerized that he sat through a red light, a green light, then back red again!
After the second winery, things heated up so much in that short drive that Em unbuttoned my blouse, grabbing at my breasts, biting at my nipples. The driver nearly ran off the road.
Waiting for the car after the third visit, I whispered into Em's ear, "Imagine the driver is your husband watching us make love." That sentence did the trick.
Em got in the car first, and by the time I was seated, before the driver could shut the door, her top was off. She lay back on the seat and pulled up her skirt revealing her panties to both me and the driver. I turned to him saying, "You can shut the door, now." I watched him peeking through the closing door as long as possible.
As our driver started the car (looking in the mirror as he did), Em told him to drive safely. I told him if he couldn't watch the road while still watching us, then he had better find a secluded place to park. He told us he knew just the place.
While he drove us to his secret spot, he watched us every chance he had. Mmmm, the sights he was seeing. My head between Em's legs, licking her pussy over her silky pink flowered thong. Em grabbing her tits, pulling her bra down to get to her hard nipples. Me straddling Em's body while we made out, grinding our wet pussies together. Me sucking on Em's magnificent tits.
We heard our driver stroking, and we would both look up and make eye contact with him (either in the mirror when he was trying to be subtle, or directly when he didn't care so much about subtlety). Three or four times I would whisper her husband's name to her, against her ear, as we kissed, against her pussy. And each time, her need intensified. Especially when I said his name with my lips against her clit. She came hard that time.
Em's biggest orgasm in that car came when I lay back after sucking her tits. I lay down on the seat with my legs up, and she started to get between them. "Uh-uh. Get up here." I motioned to my face. She moved to kiss me. "Nope. The other end. Sit on me. Sit on my face while he watches" (my head motioning our driver, but we both knew I meant her husband).
She took off her panties tossing them up front to him. She put her knees on either side of my face and slowly knelt down over me, my tongue out and ready for her. Her body slowly rocked on my face, her bare tits bouncing as she rode my tongue. I knew she was about to cum. Not because I was feeling more of her juices on my tongue. Not because her thighs were tightening against my face. Not because her breaths were short and gasping. No, I knew that she was about to cum because her fists were pounding against the ceiling of the car. Her hands were grabbing at the door handle and the seat. Her pussy was contracting against my tongue. And because she was screaming my name. That's when we heard the driver gasping for breath himself. (We learned later that he had wrapped Em's panties around his cock and masturbated to completion in them.)
She and I didn't redress or straighten our clothes until we were almost back to the B&B. We asked the driver if he would mind driving us to dinner at Meadowood. He didn't bother to check with dispatch before saying yes. He did, however, ask the B&B owners if he could come in and use the restroom. (Em & I still wonder if he was playing again or simply cleaning up.)
Em and I took a shower together (with a little bit of play) then headed back downstairs to meet up with the driver again. Being dressed so nicely, we felt we should be a bit more refined so we limited the drive to just hand holding and some nuzzling. Very nice.
I think I had the best meal of my life that night. I don't know if it was the Michelin-rated food, my company, or our time in the car. Either way, it will always be my favorite meal with my best friend and dearest lover.
We made it back to the B&B, again with only hand holding and a soft kiss or two. Our driver looked a bit disappointed but we didn't care. We did ask him to drive us to the spa the next day for our couple's massage, and he agreed.
Emily and I had a sensual night. More soft kisses, more gentle caresses. We fell asleep knowing that the best part of this trip was about to happen: falling asleep in each other's arms. And discovering in the morning that it wasn't just a dream.
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 Four Strangers in the Night |  Bottle Shock, Part Two | | Bottle Shock, Part One | | Alone, Yet Together | | Girls' Night | | The Unexpected Guest |  Turn Off the Lights... | | Vegas, Baby! | | Dinner and a Show, Part Four | | Dinner and a Show, Part Three | | Dinner and a Show, Part Two | | Dinner and a Show, Part One | | Dinner Reservations | | Mrs and the Mistress, Part Five | | Bath Time | | Juicy Jeweler, Part Three | | Juicy Jeweler, Part Two | | Juicy Jeweler | | Mrs and the Mistress, Part Four | | Mrs and the Mistress, Part Two | | Mrs and the Mistress | | Brazilian Waxes | | 'Great Story' | | Shared Studio Space | | Rendezvous | | The Movies | | The Lap Dance | | Early Morning Chat | | A Day of Boating | | The Library | | The Amazing Accountant | | The Coat Room | | The Mind Eraser | | Personal Memoir: The Fitting Room | | Living Room Picnic | | Saturday Morning Alone | | Friday Afternoon | | The Interview | | Writers' Conference |
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