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My husband and I were doing 70 miles an hour in my crossover SUV heading west across the country from our home in Phoenix to Topeka to visit his parents. We decided that an 18 hour drive was doable if we left early and were ok arriving late; we would switch off divers at numerous points.

About half way through are journey we are traveling down a highway that wasn’t deserted but because there was enough distance between cars and everyone was basically doing the same amount over the speed limit cars would only pass by every couple minutes. Combine that with the tint we had applied on all the windows of my car to the extent the law allowed to keep the sun at bay we actually had a fair degree of privacy.

The entire trip I was looking all around the car and inside the car at regular intervals like anyone does while riding passenger after learning to drive. During a particularly noticeable gap in conversation I spend a couple seconds admiring my husband. I observe that due to the nature of the road and traffic he is able to cycle back and forth between looking at the road and looking at my boobs.

“What are you looking at sweetie?”, I ask playfully as if I don’t know

“I don’t normally get to see them in such a state”, he responded

I took this drive as a rare opportunity to dress for my husbands enjoyment in a way that I normally can’t do. I was wearing a white vee neck t-shirt that I intentionally bought a size to small to give husband the best view of my tits feasible. Despite not wearing a bra my 34DD boobs were high on my chest and perky due to my implants. My extra tight t-shirt was clearly showing my barbell nipple piercings in the absence of a bra.

Being that the car was an automatic my husband essentially could free up his right hand under most situations. I threw the seat belt over my head so the diagonal strap was out of my way and I twisted foreword to point my peepers at my husband. Crossed my arms and grabbed the waist of my shirt and pulled it up over my head in one smooth motion.

I jokingly scolded my husband in a sultry voice as removed my shirt. “Sweetie I am disappointed in you, I never want you to refrain from touching me however you want.”

I returned to a ordinary seated position and corrected my seat belt. The shoulder belt went between my breast perfectly. Immediately I felt my husband cup is hand onto my left breast. We continued on like this for a few miles while he massaged one breast I did the same to the other with my right hand.

I actually learned something new about my husband. I noticed his cock growing in his shorts and I also noticed it was moving up and down ever so slightly. And I asked him why that was. He explained that in his briefs his cock is held down against his scrotum. Be kegeling he is able to move his shaft slightly and that causes his scrotum to rub against and move the underside of his foreskin which is the most sensitive part. He said it feels great but he would never be able to get off that way.

I decided that I would take the same initiative and reached my left hand down into my booty shorts that I wore without any underware also for hubbys fun and started circling my clit. After a few mins I pulled the shorts down a couple inches so hubby could get a view.

“Why are you rubbing your clit? You never do that.”, he asked

“So I don’t hose down my dash”, I answered

He was right, I began avoiding touching my clit or using vibrators during sex or masturbation since I started squirting and having g-spot orgasms. He knows this because I told him not to touch my clit or use a viberator during sex unless we are doing force orgasm play. On the whole I prefer g-spot, a-spot, and anal orgasms. The reason I was rubbing my clit and not my g-spot in this case was that I am a enormous squirter; a human hose. The only way I stand a chance of orgasming any more without squirting is a clitoral orgasm where I very deliberately keep my muscles from pushing squirt out.

I did manage to have my orgasm without squirting; my first in months. But afterward my g-spot was so engorged in my pussy it was actually painful like it was gonna burst. It was becoming clear that an 18 hour car ride with this level of stimulation and without the true sexual release of spraying our cum on each other was not gonna work out. After 7 years of marriage our bodies had become highly adapt at very frequent and intense multi-orgasmic sex. Between him not being able to cum while driving and my not being able to squirt during my orgasm both of our bodies were carrying large quantities of sex fluid that needed to be released.

He was the first to crack, “Honey I need to do something about my blue balls.”

After trying to discover a place for us to spray out fluids on one another and then joyfully consume them we realized we were in the middle of nowhere. Flyover country; no place to pull off the road and fuck for a hundred miles. Then I had an idea.

My husband calls me his “personal slut” and it’s a badge I ware with pride. I just had one of my slutiest ideas ever.

“Squirt and cum cocktail”, I proclaimed

“You will have to explain”, he responded

“We have this empty cup”, I lifted one of cups from lunch earlier, “I will fill this most of the way up with my squirt. The we switch drivers and you put as much cum in there as you can. Think you have two or there in you?”

“Oh, absolutely. it’s been a while since I had to go this long without blowing my load; you haven’t seen loads like this in months”

“Good because I don’t want your cum overly watered down by mine.”, I taunted.

I got to work. My G-spot was so engorged with fluid it filled the entire width of my vagina and it was the hardest I had ever felt it. I managed to get my two fingers into my pussy while holding back any leaks but it took every bit of pelvic floor strength I have. With my left hand I held the mount of the plastic cup in front of my vulva poised to catch my liquid sex. I clenched down my muscles as hard as I could trying to hold my squirt in while I was using my right hand to create up an orgasm. My finger tips were wrapped around the back my now ball like g-spot and pulling on it as if I were trying to pull it out of my vagina. It’s a motion I am familiar with I have probably brought myself to thousands of orgasms and sprayed a hundred gallons of squirt with over the past half decade.

Even though it didn’t take long to reach orgasm I wondered I wouldn’t make it; I though I would leak fluid first. I finally reached orgasm and not a moment too soon. I knew my muscles were starting to contract for orgasm so I switched from holding in with all my might to trying to push it out so hard I turn my pussy inside out.

The result was insane. i actually managed to get most of my squirt in the cup; only a little hit the dash. The cup on this first squirt was filled maybe a quarter of the way up; that would be the largest squirt of the day. I continued on for another 15 minutes or so multiple orgasming very 2 minutes or so and squirting probably the amount of two shot glasses each time.

My husband was watching the entire time trying to enjoy the show while ignoring the growing pain in his balls. Finally after filling the cup three quarters of the way up I figured I needed to leave some room for my husbands semen. He was finally gonna enjoy the big load or more likely loads he had been working hard to create.

I quickly put my shirt on and pulled my shorts up while my husband pulled the car over onto the highway shoulder. We quickly unbelted and swapped places. My husband clearly walked like he was in pain. Once he got into the car he put is seat belt on and unzipped his cock. He was drippling pre-cum into our concoction before I even had the seat and mirrors adjusted.

Despite his eagerness it actually took my husband nearly ten minutes to reach his first orgasm for two reasons. One, he is a highly skilled lover who has trained his body to require enormous amounts of stimulation before he cums. And two, he knows if he cus too quick he will have more difficulty getting up for rounds two and three. We want to be able to extract all his cum.

His first orgasm may have been the most powerful one I have ever seen without prostate play and the load the biggest I have ever seen. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he shook violently. I have no idea how he managed to not spill a drop out of the cup or miss a single drop of his cumshot.

Like the well practiced lover that he is my husband did some deep breathing and relaxed his muscles. This allowed blood to begin flowing to his penis with only a minute or two of delay and he was able to start stroking again. He worked hard on his second cumshot for nearly a half hour to make it as big as feasible. And I was surprised to see his second load shoot out nearly as much as the first.

The third erection took a few more minutes to obtain and he was much quicker getting to the point with this one. He knows that number 3 is usually much smaller but he did manage to produce a respectable amount of semen. It still would have made for a nice facial if we had the chance.

We now had all the ingredients for are cocktail. He took the straw and stirred the mixture and then reattached the lid.

handing me the cup he said, “You did most of the work you take the first sip”.

Normally we both love the taste of squirt but we are less enthusiastic about semen. I don’t mind eating his semen; actually I enjoy it; but not because of the taste but because we discover our body fluids highly intimate. My husband will reluctantly eat his own semen if I ask but only to keep it fair; just so he understands what I am doing for him.

“That doesn’t taste half bad.” I proclaimed, “I love the way we taste together.

He agreed, “I normally love your squirt but try to avoid my semen but they seem complement each other. I guess this is the flavor of our marriage”

We drank the contents of the cup together; ingesting our most intimate fluids.

This has actually become a kinky sex act and road trip game for us since.

NSFW: yes

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