My husband Steve and I were on our way home from a week-long road-trip through the finger lakes of upstate New York. Seven days of beautiful scenery and great wines, it made me sad that it had to end. Not to mention that we'd had seven days of great sex, and now it was going to be back to the kids and the job in Alexandria. Let me tell you, there's no romance there.
As we drove, we talked about how nice our vacation was. We rented a cabin with a hot-tub and spent most every night drinking wine, watching the sunsets and making love. I grew moist between my legs thinking about the really wonderful lovemaking we'd had. I'm sure Steve was having similar thoughts, because there was a bulge growing in his pants.
The cars around us on the highway thickened, and our speed dropped. Soon we were surrounded by other cars. It was beginning to get dark, and, with the traffic that seemed to appear out of nowhere, Steve suggested we stop for dinner. I replied that it was a great idea and he said that he's pull off at the next exit.
Before we got there, though, the cars came to a complete standstill. We both looked around, confused. There were cars everywhere, and nobody was moving. I turned on the radio, hit the scan button and found a local station. We listened to a couple songs, just sitting there, before the announcer came on. She said that there'd been a major car accident on the highway, that the lifeline helicopters had been dispatched, and that the interstate was essentially a giant parking lot. A travel time of well over three hours, she said. Steve and I were stunned.
Steve turned of the car and looked at me. We weren't going anywhere.
Pretty soon, it really started getting dark. Some cars turned on their lights. Others were off. Some drivers had actually gotten out of their cars completely and were wandering on foot along the highway.
I reached over to Steve and unzipped his pants. He was startled and surprised, but that didn't stop his cock from getting hard under my expert strokes. I firmly squeezed it, pumping it softly and playing with his balls. I was really turned on, and the thought of giving my husband a blowjob in the middle of all these cars really was getting to me. I unfastened my seat belt, turned to face him and eagerly took his cock into my mouth. Sliding my tongue over the head, I heard him moan and tighten his grip on the steering wheel. I leaned a little further over to lick and suck at the base where his shaft meets his balls.
I knew Steve was really enjoying himself. I also knew that if I didn't slow down just a little bit, then he was going to cum. I didn't mind that; I like it when I make my husband cum, but I really wanted to tease him. So I stopped giving him head and reached for my overnight bag. I got out some baby oil, and poured a generous amount into my hand. Rubbing my hands together, I reached for his hard cock, covering it with my slick hands, coating his flesh with the baby oil.
I bent over his lap again and started to suck on the tip of his oily dick as I ran my hands up and down the shaft. His breathing grew shallow and he was coming close to orgasm. His balls began to tighten and I moved my mouth to encompass the mushroom-like head. Then he began to pulse, and I squeezed the base of his cock lightly. He moaned loudly and erupted into my mouth with jets of warm milky cum.
After I sucked down every drop, I looked up. It was completely dark outside, and the windows were all fogged up. Steve stared down at me with a huge smile on his face, saying it was the most enjoyable traffic jam he'd ever experienced.