19/10/2015
I was driving home after dinner last Sat with my wife sitting next to me in the car. She was in a wrap-round wool mini skirt with a pair of long leather boots up to her knee, a 3" high heels, a tube top and a brown leather jacket with her hair let loose.
I have a habit of either holding her hand when I drive or leave one of my hands on her upper thigh. I was at a traffic light and started to feel her legs. Running my hands up and down her upper thigh, shoving her skirt higher each time, while I looked into her eyes with a smile. On her side there came a van with a guy sitting high up looking into our car with his eyes starring at her legs.
I didn't tell her and kind of ignored him. Until we both got horned by the cars behind telling us to move. I told my wife about it and all of a sudden she lifted her skirt up high, took her underwear off. Then took my hand and started to finger herself with my hand. She came once we entered into our garage.