I had been after my wife to get sexy in the car on our once a week 250 mile drive, we picked up supplies for our business and there was about 100 miles that was on empty highway. We saw a few trucks, maybe one every 15 minutes.
She kept saying she wouldn't give road head, hand job or even masturbate for me. One week I was driving and telling her how sexy she was and asked her to open the glove compartment. Inside I had stashed her favorite battery powered vibrator and a copy of Penthouse Letters, this was pre-internet. It was still daylight and to my excitement, she started rubbing the vibe over her jeans as she read the stories. She kept telling me what a pervert I was to corrupt her, but she unzipped her jeans just enough to slip the vibe down to her clit.
Next thing her jeans were around her knees, her panties pulled to the side and she was drifting into Orgasmland, rubbing the clit back and forth. It was almost dark and I saw a truck up ahead and accelerated, just as we got next to him I flipped the interior light on, I thought she might cover up, but no, she kept working it and having orgasms, the trucker honking at us.
After it was over I told her how surprised I was that she didn't stop when I pulled next to the truck. She said "at that point I wouldn't have stopped if you had pulled up next to a school bus full on 2nd graders".
I got road head on that trip occasionally, but since it was not an easy fit I was just as happy to see her with the vibe.
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