It started innocently enough – well as innocently as it could be given I’d joined this couple a few weeks earlier and spent a couple of hours licking and fucking with the hotwife while Mr took photos and joined in every now and then. The drive out to the first brewery was relaxed and chatty. I sat in the back behind Mr who was driving , and especially enjoyed hearing about the hotwife’s vigorous Monday encounter with a visiting businessman that left her needing some recovery time, and then on Tuesday sucking off and swallowing the load of a friend she meets more regularly. One very hot hotwife! The first brewery was very relaxed, and rustic. We drank outside around a fire, chatting, enjoying each other’s company before it was time to look for our next stop – heading back into town. I rode in the back seat again, but after a few minutes driving I moved sets to sit behind hotwife. Reaching around I played with her tits and nipples through her top, and eventually she freed her glorious tits to let me play more easily with her sexy nipples. I expect there were some oncoming cars that copped an eye-full. Getting out of the car at the next brewery, I had to cover the bulge in my pants. After we ordered drinks and took our seats at picnic tables outside, hotwife sat next to me, with Mr opposite. She was rubbing my cock through my jeans, tracing the tip of my cock with her nails. With the talk of our sexual fantasies and escapades, I had to hold back from coming there and then in my pants – it was exquisite torture. We finished our beers and the drive to the next brewery was up a level again. Hotwife sat in the back with me. I tried warming my hands by rubbing them together but it just wasn’t working. By the time we were out the gate of the brewery and on the highway hotwife had lifted her top and I gave up trying to warm my hands, using my warm lips and tongue on her tits and nipples instead. The courtesy was repaid as we approached the final brewery of the night and hotwife went down on me in the backseat, sucking me expertly as I moaned with pleasure and continued playing with her nipples. I’m sure I saw Mr smiling in the rearview mirror. I was so close to coming as we pulled up outside the next brewery, my cock hard and balls aching. I wish I’d joined hotwife in the bathrooms for some relief – the offer was there – but I figured I should hold out till bed, knowing that’s where we were headed next. The beer was good, but nowhere near as good as the fun and build up of sexy talk and the anticipation of what was to come. Mr had a cunning plan, or if not, it was some quick thinking on his part. Hotwife joined me in the backseat and removed her jeans and underwear as I requested. I couldn’t resist some more sucking of her nipples before licking and fingering her to the first of many squirting orgasms. I think we christened the backseat of their car. She went down on me again. With my head buried in hotwife’s tits or pussy, and with my eyes closed enjoying her oral skills, and being unfamiliar with the area, I didn’t realise Mr had driven a very, very roundabout way back to their place. We certainly enjoyed it and made the most of it! Back at their place, hotwife and I undressed in the bedroom and it was a wonderful session of kissing, fingering, 69s and oral given and received each way. Mr added to hotwife’s pleasure, fingering her special spots as only a husband knows how, while I enjoyed her moans as she sucked my cock. Hotwife’s body seemed tuned to pleasure. Her nipples responded profoundly to my attention and her pussy was brought to wetness easily when she was turned on with touching, kissing and licking. Her squirts made the bed, pillows and additional towels sodden, adding to the raw sexiness of it all. I thought we’d finished and Mr left us to get some drinks and snacks ready when hotwife rode me, bucking on my cock as I fingered her ass, sending a warm gush down over my balls as she came again. We wrapped ourselves in towels and sat in the lounge drinking and snacking. I couldn’t get the smile off my face. As we relaxed again, hotwife’s towel was slipping lower and lower. I couldn’t resist and played with her nipples and pussy again, bringing on more wetness and her pussy pulsing on my fingers. I dressed, and sat on the sofa finishing a drink and enjoying hotwife caressing my cock through my jeans again. Pulling my cock out, hotwife leaned down and sucked me again, swallowing my load and kissing me. For most of that time, Mr had been sitting opposite us, drinking and snacking with us, taking pics and video. He’s sent me a few pics as I’ve been typing this the next day – making it very hard to concentrate on writing. I thanked them both for another memorable evening and headed home. Arriving home I received a message from Mr. It seems my time with hotwife had been nice foreplay for them and he told me they’d made some more bed clothes and pillows wet. Maybe next time I’ll get to see it!