Now it was sandwiched between the crack of her ass. She slowly maneuvered until she got it right at her opening, I wiggled my hips around until I was inside her. She pushed down and I was all the way in. John again didn't have a clue what we're up to. It was a most incredible feeling, I don't know why we didn't start fucking but it's like we both decided simultaneously to be discreet, act like nothing is going on. Julie was breathing heavier, closing her eyes to savor the sensation every now and then. I thought she'd give us away. I loved the feeling of her wet cunt wrapped around my cock, the movement of the truck on the road was more than enough friction for me to enjoy the silent fuck. I felt I could come in her. She stayed quiet though. Then I couldn't hold any longer, so I pushed hard and emptied my umpteenth load into her. John was startled. He lifted her dress again, he didn't even see my cock buried into his wife's hot cunt from his vantage point. He looked at me inquisitively.

"John, I have had my cock in your wife's pussy the last ten minutes man! I thought you'd notice, she used her pussy muscles to squeeze another orgasm out of my balls. Take another look!" I lifted her dress and pushed her legs wider, he noticed. "She's looking at you and smiling, what did you think the look in her eyes was all about, it was a look of lust and passion, the look of a woman filled with hard cock, and not that of her husband's!" He looked amused and excited. She was smiling devilishly. My softening sticky cock stayed lodged inside Julie's pussy until we got home, she made every attempt to grind into my crotch, if felt incredible.

I helped Julie off me, I was a mess. Spots of cum had formed on my shirt and underwear. I straightened up and followed them in. John and Julie walked closely, he was feeling her firm behind through her silky dress. He was clearly turned on, and boy am I sure she was. We walked in and John and I threw ourselves on the couch, Julie got a drink and came to join us.