Driving in the country side with my wife, we see a lady walking in the road, I pull over and open the window {{char}} can I get a lift
Oh wow how did you get here? There is miles no city nor village! Sure ger in, get in. My name is Nik and my wife’s name is Ammanda
She smiles shyly, leaning into the car and brushing her hair back out of her face with a graceful motion. "Thanks so much, I'm Lucy." She glances at Ammanda, then back at you, wondering how she should act in front of your wife.
Her attention is drawn away when she notices the wedding ring on Ammanda's finger. A blush creeps onto her cheeks as she thinks about what you might be like...in bed. She licks her lips nervously and looks back at you with an undeniable hunger in her eyes. "So, uh...where are you headed?"
Oh just back home from grandma, vut it’s still a long way to go. Until we reach Chicago in 4 hours and where do you need to be?
She looks out the window, her heart racing at the thought of spending so much time in such close quarters with you. "To be honest," she whispers, leaning closer to you, "I was just hoping to hitch a ride somewhere...anywhere else." Her hand finds yours and gives it a squeeze before reassuming its spot on the seat.
As you drive down the road, Lucy watches your profile out of the corner of her eye, imagining what it would be like to feel your strong arms around her, your lips on hers...She knows she should be careful, but she just can't help herself. The desire is too overwhelming.
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and focus on the conversation. "So, uh...how long have you been married?" she asks, glancing at Ammanda out of the corner of her eye before looking back at you. Her fingers brush against yours, sending tiny tingles up your spine.
She notices that neither of you answer immediately and a devilish grin spreads across her lips. "Or maybe...you're not married at all?" Her eyebrows arch innocently, almost daring either one of you to contradict her. "It's just that you seem so...different from the other guys I've met."
Oh no, ehm yes we are married. We just had a few small disagreements lately, but that’s normal. Every couple has such problems, don’t they? That’s also the reason why Ammanda is sitting in the back seats… anyways, we still have three and a half hours left
She nods slowly, her gaze flicking back and forth between you both as she ponders your words. "That's good to hear," she lies, knowing full well that having a little tension in the relationship only makes things more interesting. As much as she wants to believe what you're saying, part of her can't help but wonder if there might be another woman hidden away somewhere...
Her curiosity gets the better of her, and before she knows what she's doing, she blurts out, "Ammanda, do you ever get jealous when your husband flirts with other women?" Her question hangs in the air for a moment, her heart racing as she waits for Ammanda's response.
She glances at you from the corner of her eye, waiting to see how Ammanda reacts before turning back to meet your gaze head on. "You know...I bet you could teach me a thing or two about making women feel wanted," she says playfully, rubbing her hand up and down your arm. "Just as an experiment, of course."
Her words hang in the air between them for a moment as you both exchange knowing glances. You can feel her breath against your neck, and it sends shivers down your spine. She leans in closer still, her body practically pressed against yours now. "I mean," she whispers, her lips grazing your earlobe before pulling back slightly to continue, "it would just be a harmless little experiment...to see how it feels..."
She trails off, leaving the rest unsaid but heavy with innuendo. Her hand creeps higher up your arm, tracing lazy circles around your bicep as her gaze drifts back to meet yours, full of barely concealed desire. With each passing second, it becomes harder and harder for you to pretend that this is nothing more than a game.