Chapter 23

Anita insisted on heading straight back to the Jeep place to see what they had in used vehicles. To John’s surprise, Anita fell in love with a two-year-old Cherokee Chief, bright red, with only 18,000 miles on it. John ended up dickering with the salesman and the manager for almost an hour before settling on a price. Another half hour was spent arranging the financing and calling the insurance agent to arrange the down payment. Finally, after two hours, they were able to stand and shake hands on the deal. They would be back to pick the Jeep up on Friday morning.

Caroline led the way outside and promptly came back in, bumping into her husband as she did. “What?” he asked.

“It’s cold out there. Go get the car and bring it up,” she ordered Malcolm.

“What? Of all the...”

Caroline began to zip up her knee length parka. “It is absolutely freezing out there. You go get the car.” Smoothing down her coat, she straightened and began to shoo him towards the door. “Go, go.” A new cold front had moved in, dropping the temperature into the frigid teens.

“Christ on a crutch!” muttered Malcolm as he headed outside, hunching his shoulders against the raw wind. Several minutes later he pulled up. “Ever try to find your Jeep at a Jeep place?” he asked rhetorically, as everyone piled in. “I think some bastard was about to sell it!”

On the ride home, as the car began to warm up, Malcolm commented, “You haggled that fellow pretty good, John. I didn’t think you could get that extra two hundred out of them.”

“Yeah, well, I can talk a long time for two hundred bucks.”

“I’ll have to let you bargain for my next car.”

John grinned. “I don’t know. I imagine you’ve done some hard bargaining in your time.”

Malcolm glanced back in the rear-view mirror. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I just figured, I mean, it’s obvious you and Caroline are pretty well off. I just figured you were in business, or had been, anyway.”

“Oh, that. No not really. I’ve never been much of a businessman, actually. Lucky, I guess. We’ve never really talked about that, have we, where I got my money, I mean.”

“Er, no,” said John uncomfortably. “It’s really not my business.”

“Oh, that’s all right. I don’t mind. Why don’t I just explain it over dinner, that way I won’t have to repeat the story to the girls later.”

“Really,” said a flustered John Andrews. “It’s not necessary.”

Malcolm simply waved the protest off. “It’s really no big deal.”

By now the Jeep was warmed up nicely, and Malcolm, Anita, and John had opened their coats up. Surprisingly, Caroline kept hers zipped up. John, sitting behind Malcolm, could see her through the gap in the bucket seats. Not only did Caroline unbuckle her seat belt, she then pulled her arms inside her coat. Even Anita noticed when Caroline started to squirm and rustle under the down-filled parka.

“Caroline, what are you doing?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” said Caroline, continuing to squirm.

John curiously watched as Caroline’s hands dipped below the hem of her coat and unzipped the knee length high-heeled boots she wore. She pushed them off onto the floor, then arched her back in the seat. As John watched through the gap and Anita looked down over the back of the seat, a pile of clothing appeared at Caroline’s feet, first her designer jeans, then a flannel shirt, and finally a lacy white brassiere. Finally, she slipped the boots back onto her bare legs and zipped them up. “There!” she exclaimed, half-turning in the seat to face the audience.

“What in the world?” asked John.

“Just getting comfortable,” said Caroline. She slowly unzipped the coat and pulled it open. Beneath the parka, Caroline was now completely nude. She twisted around to face both Malcolm and John, half-leaning on the dash, with her left leg laying on the seat. She pulled the parka open even more, wantonly displaying herself to the others. “Malcolm likes me to be comfortable, don’t you, dear?”

“This isn’t really fair, Caroline,” said a smiling Malcolm.

“I’m sure Anita understands. I’m just trying to make sure you don’t take your millions and leave me for a pair of younger women, Malcolm.”

Malcolm sputtered as John and Anita laughed. “Why should I? I have you, the millions, and the pair of younger women anyway. Shit,” he protested.

Caroline languorously lifted an arm to gently lift and caress a huge and erect nipple. “Then what’s so unfair, darling?” she asked innocently.

“It’s unfair that we’re in the Jeep. You are giving me a real erection, bitch, and these bucket seats don’t let you blow me!”

“Sorry, darling,” said Caroline, in a voice that left no hint of sorrow. Her other hand now began to manipulate her bald labia. “Just don’t get in an accident, dear.”

“Bitch!”

John laughed as he stared greedily at the vision in the front seat. Anita eyed her husband and decided on some payback. She had worn the same clothes that they had arrived at the Jensons’ home in. She pulled her parka off and pushed it up against the door. John noticed and turned to her.

“Did you have some oral action in mind, too?” he asked.

“Of a sort,” she said. Anita leaned back and unzipped her own pants. Reaching for the hem of her tee shirt, she pulled it and her sweater up and over her breasts. Then she pushed her pants and panties down past her knees. Laying back on her parka, she undid the front clasp on her bra, allowing her massive tits to quiver into view. “Dinner time, John.”

“Huh?” he said, feasting his eyes on her charms.

“Eat me.”

“Oh.” Her husband shifted around on the seat, sinking to the floor, and bending into her. Anita simply grabbed his ears and pulled him to her crotch.

John allowed Anita to guide him to his object of desire. She was as turned on by the situation as he was, wet and musky. Briefly pausing to pull his erect cock out of a pants leg, John dove into his wife’s trim, red bush. After about five minutes she stopped running her hands through his hair, and John looked up to see her rubbing and pinching her painfully stiff nipples. Turning back to his work, he began to give long deep strokes with his tongue, licking into his wife’s cunt and up to her bright red clitoris. Within another five minutes he had her moaning and squirming on the seat; within ten she was screaming in orgasm, arching her back against the side of the vehicle.

John slowed his pace and eased upright, as Anita descended from the peak. “That was fantastic, John,” she said.

“I agree,” chimed in Caroline from the front seat. John looked over at her to find her licking her fingers. “I frigged myself until I came, too.”

John moved to sit on the seat and began to unzip his pants, but Anita had other ideas.

“Please John, once more?”

“But...”

“Please? I’ll make it worth your while,” she begged.

John simply gave a smiling shrug and moved back into position. His tongue was beginning to tire, so he went slower, kissing and nibbling Anita’s upper thighs and finger fucking her pussy while he licked her clit. This time it took almost twenty minutes before Anita was thrashing in pleasure above his face. Satisfied that now he could get the blow job he so richly deserved he sat up. By now, Anita was coated with a sheen of perspiration almost as thick as the gloss of her juice on his face.

“Now will you suck me off?” he asked.

“Not yet, hun,” said Anita. “Eat me some more, please.”

“Now? We’re almost back at the house!” John protested.