Chauffeuring: Out on the Town

Sometimes at night, or not very busy times of the day they like to make random stops in an alleyway, or on an overpass, and she will strip naked and blow him. Or when they are on an overpass, she will strip naked and position herself so that the people driving under have the possibility of seeing her as he is taking her from behind. However, if we are driving on the highway, it doesn’t matter if the sun is up or down, she will strip naked and blow, or mount him between destinations.

Movie theaters and restaurants are fun, too. Depending on how full the theater is, and where we are sitting, she will give him a hand job, put her head on his lap and blow him, kneel in front of him to blow him, or straddle/mount him. And, if she is feeling extra frisky and daring she will strip, and alternate between kneeling to blow him and mounting him—often to completion. I automatically know, that if we are going to see a movie, that I will have to watch it again on my own time, because I spend all my time watching her and exquisite beauty and talent during the movie. I don’t watch during hand-jobs, but everything else, yes. =) I will even sit on side of him so that I am sure to see her as she is down on him. For him he doesn’t have to watch her. He can just enjoy the movie and enjoy her at the same time. I’m so lucky and blessed to be able to witness it all, too.

In a restaurant it is a little harder for her, because there are not really any secluded spots. Sometimes there are, when we get one, and the restaurant is not crowded she will get under the table and have some fun with him. And, depending on what is trying to be accomplished, she goes back and forth between sitting next to me, or sitting next to him. I’m sure that really throws the servers for a loop. But I’m sure it makes them wonder certain things too.

Sometimes we will end the night by going to a park, and we will walk along the trails and she will hold my hand a little, snuggle up close for a bit, tell me she loves me and give me a kiss on the cheek. I will then tell her I love her, draw her head near my lips with my hand, and kiss her head. She will then casually cozy on up to him again as we are walking along and place his hand on her butt and kiss him deeply. Then we will find a park bench, and just like the movie theater, depending on where we are in the park, and how many people are out, she will blow him while her head is in his lap, blow him while kneeling, or straddle/mount him – again, to completion, and sometimes naked.

It’s obvious that people see a ring on her finger. Just as it is obvious that people see the ring on my finger. However, it is also obvious that people see, or think they see the two of them doing stuff. And when that happens, and they notice the rings, the wheels in their heads begin to turn. No one says anything to us about it, but it is fun and exciting to see the wheels turn and the pieces begin to fit together in their head. And they smile as normal as they can, congratulate her again and go about their business.

Now, I’m going to go back and talk about what happens when we are in the movie theater, and the reason for that, is because I am making a point which ties into the point I have already been making with the previous paragraph. During the movie, since she doesn’t have to worry about making eye contact with him, she will instead make eye contact with me, while she has him in her mouth and give me the most beautiful and satisfied smile that just makes me gush. Her entire face lights up – even her eyes smile – and I get to see firsthand the pure joy and blushful-giddiness she has. It is moments like these, when we are out in public, when she gives those conscious and unconscious gestures, and subtle cues that I really get to see how happy and satisfied my wife truly is.

Her entire countenance radiates with incandescent brilliance, and her eyes become ablaze with refulgent illumination. Her entire body smiles and fills with overwhelming passion, ecstasy and blissful achievement—that’s what this is all about. Nothing else. Because, it doesn’t matter that she is exclusively for blacks. Nor does it matter that my cock will never have her lips (or any part of her) wrapped around it, because that is not what the rings on our fingers signify. And it doesn’t matter if the children she carries in the future are mine or not, because again that’s not what the rings signify. Our rings signify the joy and happiness that we find in one-another, along with the wonderful, and beautiful memories we get to share. Her joy is my joy—that’s what matters. And that’s all that should matter.