[macboy1]

Posted before on another forum but I thought I'd share it here. All true, only the names are changed....

Going back a few years, John a mate I'd played rugby with since Uni had a car accident leaving him with crushed vertebrae and almost six months in hospital mostly in Oswestry, a specialist unit for back injuries. He and I were near neighbours South of Birmingham so the drive to the hospital was almost 90 minutes each way and his wife called me up to ask if she could catch a ride when i was going up. I'd never met her before but she was a slender brunette, early thirties and a real girl-next door type, two kids but a bum that looked achingly good in Levis.

We started to make a regular weekly trip as I had a company car and free petrol and they weren't at all well off, especially with John on sick-pay, so I got to know Julia pretty well. She was never flirty but I thought oozed sexual confidence. A couple of months passed and we'd made six or seven visits together. John was moved to a private room ward, so a little more private.

On the regular Tuesday run Julia, looking a bit bashful said: "This is a bit embarrassing but could I ask you a huge favour. John may be a rugger bugger but he's still too embarrassed to ask himself."

I couldn't imagine what it was but said "Yes anything you know that".

"Well, John's a bit, you know, in need of relief, so I wonder if you'd keep a look out for a few minutes when we're at the hospital."
"God, yes of course Jules" I blurted. It must have taken some guts to ask!

So, when we'd been at the hospital for twenty minutes or so, I went to the door of the room, and casually looked out while John and Julia whispered to each other while she slipped back the cover and lowered his pyjamas. Now, if you know what's going on in the room behind you it's impossible not to look and I glanced over to see Julia slowly sliding her hand up and down his cock and John, still as anything because of the back-traction, with his arms behind his head to stop him moving and injuring himself and with his eyes firmly shut while Julia whispered to him. He shot his load in under two minutes which in itself was a bit of a challenge for Julia as she has two months worth in her hair and on her sweater. She cleaned him up and we carried on chatting like nothing had happened.The drive home was almost silent until Julia blurted out "God, I bet that was a relief!" We both had a good laugh about it.

This became a regular feature of our visits, me on guard and her giving John a "helping hand". Julia had started to use her mouth mainly to avoid the clean up and on more than one occasion I glanced round as John shot in her mouth and she swallowed looking into his eyes. We were never interrupted and I guess the nurses never thought that this would be going on while I was there.

Another month or so passed before I plucked up the courage to ask Julia about her frustration on a trip home. "You must be a bit in need yourself" I asked, keeping my eyes on the road. "Fucking hell YES" she almost shouted "every time I see John laying in that bed I just want to climb on top and fuck him. But it's probably better not to aggravate a broken back" she laughed. "I wish I could help, Julia" I said "but I don't want this to get complicated or John to feel he can't trust us".

"I'm not about to jump into bed with you, Mark" she replied "but these drives home are agonising sometimes because I am so turned on". With that she reached over, took my hand and placed it on top of her skirt, resting at the top of her thigh. I moved my fingers and she brought my hand directly over her pubis. I rubbed, softly at first, then harder, still driving down the A5 dual carriageway. She came in less than 5 minutes with a soft "Oh John" as she turned her head away towards the window.

We never really spoke about it and I'm not sure if she ever mentioned it to John but it became a new addition to the journey. Julia began dressing in lingerie for John to see while she sucked and stroked him and eventually he was able to move a little more and the sessions got dangerously long as he got more involved touching Julia. But I still rubbed her pussy on the way home, through her clothes at first and then eventually, slow moist stokes over her waxed lips.

Four or so months in, Julia rang me to tell me that this week would be the last trip to Shropshire as John was well enough to be moved to a local hospital for rehabilitation. We drove up as normal but during the visit she didn't wank John off or even show-off for him and on the way home I made no move to touch her.

"You've been a brilliant friend Mark" she said when we'd been driving fifteen minutes or so "and you've never once tried it on with me or asked me to touch you. I've told John you know, about me asking you to help me out on the way home" I gulped. "he was a bit jealous at first but I told him it was me that wanted it and you've never once pushed me to go further".

I was a bit uncomfortable talking about it but said "look Julia, you're a great girl and lovely looking but this has all been about you and John and I'd never want anything to spoil what you have".

"Well, John said today I need to repay some of the kindness you've shown so this is for you." With that she unbelted her wrap-around dress to reveal a suspender belt and fishnets and nothing else. She slipped the dress off in the passenger seat and reclined her seat so i could look over at her lithe and freshly waxed body. "Fucking hell" was all I could manage.

"Now for your treat" she whispered, and with that, she leaned over, unbuckled my jeans and took out my now hard cock. "Oh you seem quite keen" she purred. She licked the head then plunged it into her mouth moving slowly up and down my shaft as I drove, curled half on the seat and half across the centre console in the car. After four or five minutes, with me alternating looking at the road and staring down at her, she removed my cock, looked up at me and said, "find a parking spot". I pulled in to the next layby, left the engine running and put both hands around her head. "Now, enjoy" she whispered.

She spent the next couple of minutes stroking licking and sucking me all by the light of the dashboard before I said "Oh Julia, you'd better stop 'cause I'm going to cum".

With that she pushed my cock almost all the way into her mouth and throat and I shot my first load of cum. She quickly removed my cock and took the next spurts on her face and hair which dripped down her body as she sat up. "You can't have a picture but you can have a mental picture at least" she said as she lay glistening. She slipped her arms through the dress and wrapped it around her while I zipped up. We travelled the rest of the way in silence and never once mentioned it again.

John fully recovered and although he never played rugby again, he and Julia became close friends and I was a regular for Sunday lunch and the occasional big night out. A kiss on the lips at Christmas was as dangerous as it ever got between Julia and I after that but the memory of those car rides and acting like a bike-shed look-out have certainly kept me going on some lonely hotel-room nights!