Chapter 3, Episode 7:  Hitching A Ride
(Published on Thursday, December 26, 2002)
This story was submitted by Blueboy.

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I mentioned that my wife usually goes to bed before me and almost always wakes slightly when I climb into bed. She typically shifts positions so she is in the fetal position on her right side with her butt toward me and the soles of her feet near or against my right thigh as her butt is against my right hip while I drift off to sleep on my back.

Because of this I can usually entice her into sex (unless she's dog tired) by turning on my right side and squeezing my left hand between her thighs and massaging her womanhood.  She will usually get to a certain level of arousal at which time her feet will begin working on my manhood.  When we are both sufficiently aroused she will stop and remove her pajama bottoms and we have great conventional sex.  She has told me that this method doesn't get her totally off without the conventional sex at the end.  That's why I was surprised when this happened.

It was summertime and my wife had taken her usual soaking bath before bed.  I was watching Leno's monologue when she came out and said goodnight.  I went to bed about 15 minutes later.  I put on my baggy shorts (like boxers but no front slit) as it was warm in the room.  My wife was snuggled under just a sheet and had on only loose boxers and a sleeveless tee shirt.  As usual, when I climbed under the covers, she shifted to her right side with her butt against my hip.  There was a full moon and the room was quite bright after my eyes adjusted to it.  I was quite horny and decided to entice my wife.

I slid down in the bed so my head was at the small of her back.  Lying on my right side, her feet were at my waist.  I manuevered my left hand between her thighs and began massaging her womanhood.  When I could feel her juices on the crotch of her boxers, I worked my hand inside her shorts through the left leg opening.  I worked on her some more and moved my thumb into her well lubricated vagina.

Normally, I would never get this far without her waking and mounting me like a cowboy breaking a bronco.  On this occasion she did not wake totally but some movement told me she was in and out of a dreamy sleep.  As I moved my thumb into her she moved her hips around to actually help me squeeze it in.  I had my hand open and cupped.  The other 4 fingers were up in her pubic area and her clitoris rested directly in the middle of my palm.

I used my thumb to massage the inside of her vagina.  After a bit, I flexed my wrist to move my hand forward and backward.  As I moved it forward, the thumb would come slowly out of her and the palm moved across her clit.  I could get over 3 inches of motion before the thumb would come almost all the way out.  Then I would move it back and as the thumb went back in the palm moved across her clit in the opposite direction.

She awakened slightly more and her feet moved to my groin and began massaging my manhood.  Her feet were extraordinarily soft and warm from the bath.  With only the thin sheet covering us and the bright moonlight in the room, I was able to see her feet work on me when I bent my head down.  Under the sheet the musky smell of her womanhood mixed with the smell of her bath oil and turned me on even more.

I was expecting that at any moment she would extricate herself from my thumb and mount me.  Instead she surprised me by beginning to thrust her hips front and back opposite the motion of my hand.  She was really getting off on the internal massage from my thumb.  She pushed herself down onto it more firmly.  As she gyrated, I was able to just firmly hold my hand in position and her womanhood moved all over it to her pleasure.

Then I felt her hands reach down between her legs and jointly pull against the back of my left hand causing it to put more pressure on her womanhood.  Her juices were really flowing.  My hand was drenched and her juices had coated the inside of her upper thigh and actually run off of it onto the sheets.  She put her feet together with the soles pressed against the outside of my boxers.  She pushed with her feet to get more forward thrust from her hips which thrust my thumb deeper into her.  As she did this her feet pushed down my shaft slightly so her toes were on my balls and her heels had the head pressed firmly against my abdomen.  When my thumb was as deep as it could go, she held the position and wiggled her hips around in a circular motion.  This caused her feet to wiggle around on my manhood.  I was getting very hot.

She continued this repetition for a while.  Each time she would wiggle her hips, her toes would grip my balls as best they could with my boxers in between.

I now had no idea where this was going.  She had never gone this far without extricating herself and screwing me senseless.  Then she surprised me again.  She moved her feet and slipped them into my boxers by squeezing them between my belly and the waistband of my boxers.

She played with me and was clearly working at using my pre-cum to lubricate her soles and the underside of her toes.  She would grip my manhood just below the head between two toes on one foot while using the other foot to massage the balls and squeeze the pre-cum up the shaft.  Once she had enough at the top she would manuever her foot around on it to coat the sole and under the toes.  She alternated feet in this manner until she had the soles of both feet covered in slippery pre-cum.

When they were coated she again put them together and used the soles to press my manhood firmly against my abdomen.  Then she again began gyrating her hips in a circular motion while using her hands to force my hand to continue pressure.  She wiggled all around getting herself really hot and in the process her feet were getting me hotter than I?ve ever been.  I had to really concentrate to avoid cumming before she was ready.

She began moaning and started thrusting her hips forward and backward as she pulled harder on my hand.  Her slippery feet could not maintain their position on my manhood and were sliding up and down it firmly in strokes a good 4 inches long.  Her thrusts became faster and firmer and the juices were actually squirting out around my thumb.  The smell of my pre-cum had joined the smell of the bath oil and her musky smell.  I wasn't going to last much longer no matter what I did.

I couldn't tell if she was cumming continuously or not when suddenly she really clinched my hand, squeezed her thighs to bury it in her and bucked wildly.  She moaned deeply, "Oh, God, cum you pecker!" and her slippery feet worked harder and faster as her back arched over and over and I could hold back no longer.  My jism exploded out of me but was trapped between the soles of her feet and my abdomen and all over my pecker.  Volley after volley of jism shot out as her slippery feet continued their rythmic mission.  Together we climaxed for what seemed an eternity.  In one final thrust we held our position and our breath until the throbbing stopped and we slowly exhaled together.