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Until last night, when her youngest child, Doug, derailed their fun by showing up at the house with 15 other college kids right in the middle of Diane having sex with a couple of old friends - Steve and his dog. And the ensuing party that followed had not only helped Diane resolve any qualms about her lustful life as a mature, hyper sexed wife, but also as "Slut Mom," as she laughingly now proclaimed herself. And her son, Doug, was clearly ecstatic about the demonstrated sexual prowess of both his mom and dad. As Diane jokingly put it, ' I guess that means that we won't be winning the Ozzie and Harriet Award this year."
As Dave and Diane soon found out, Doug and his college friends were on spring break and on their way to the beach for two weeks. The unplanned rest stop at the house had changed their lives as well as numerous travel plans. While seven of the college group would continue on to the beach, eight of the kids were now joining Dave and Diane for their trip to the horse ranch in Tennessee. Son Doug, Kari, Chad and five of the other guys had opted for the trip with Dave and Diane, a trip the two of them had been planning for weeks. The ranch, as Dave and Diane discovered some months earlier, was a resort for women interested in enjoying the sexual pleasures of the well trained horses that resided there.
As preparations for the drive to he ranch neared, Diane Stone was bursting with glee at the trick she was about to play on her husband, Dave. For the four-hour drive to the ranch, Diane had planned a voyage of teasing torment for Dave. She had selected a pair of black crotchless panties, black garterbelt and seamed black stockings. As she hooked an outrageous black shelf bra, she smiled to herself, "This will give him something to think about while he's driving."
She adjusted her overflowing D sized breasts into the tiny push-up cups, and she had to laugh out loud. "Well," she said to herself, noticing that her breasts and nipples were totally exposed and shoved up as far as they possibly could in the outfit, "I guess this will give them all something to think about."
She put on a simple, purple silk wrap dress that clung tightly around her mature curves and that was held closed by a single button on the side. The front of the dress wrapped so low, that she literally fell out of the dress every time she moved. "Well, that's the purpose of it, isn't it," she thought to herself. Her plan was simple. She would sit next to Dave as he drove and play with herself, thereby teasing him the whole way. The dress and underwear were perfect for it. She could easily fondle and masturbate herself, given the openness of the outfit. "Wow!" she said looking at herself in the mirror as she headed out the door, "Now that's what I call a real ranch outfit!"
Outside, Diane slipped into the passenger seat of the mini-van and flashed a huge smile at Dave, already in the driver's seat and waiting for her. Chad and another fraternity boy had piled into the seats directly behind them, and another of Doug's frat buddies sat behind them in the third row of seats. Diane looked behind them at the other SUV in their caravan and noted that Kari was in the passenger seat and son Doug was driving. "Well, she won't have nearly as much fun as I plan to have," Diane quipped to herself, doubting that Kari would be tormenting their driver as Diane knew she was going to do to Dave.
They were only on the road for a few minutes before Diane began her plan and what she was sure would be four hours of pure agony for Dave. She casually spread her legs open and the slit of the wrap dress fell apart and ran all the way up to her waist. She coyly slipped a hand between the opening in the crotchless panties and began casually fondling herself, smiling all the while at her husband. She noticed that the guys sitting behind them had apparently dozed off, so she playfully lifted a finger to her mouth, slipped it between her lips and sucked on it for a minute. She could tell from the look on Dave's face that she was getting just the reaction she wanted. Slowly removing the saliva- drenched finger from her mouth, she lowered her hand and stuffed the dripping finger into her damp crotch and spread her exposed vaginal lips wide apart for Dave to see.
"Ahhhh," she gave out with a small gasp, working the finger in a little deeper into her opening. "Had the boys heard anything?" she wondered, turning her head slightly to see. No, they all asleep and seemed unaware. Reassured, she pushed aside the top fold of the dress. With her other hand, she began pinching and rolling the hard nipple of one of her large exposed breasts. "Oooooo," she said very quietly. Dave was really going crazy, and she could tell it. He was trying to watch her as much as possible and still keep his eyes on the road. She could see the huge bulge in his trousers and playfully asked, "Is there anything wrong, dear?"
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Turning slightly to the seats behind him, Dave said, "Okay, fellas, I think now would be a good time." Someone hit the lever on her seat and the backrest quickly reclined, almost throwing her over into the back seat. Now lying nearly flat, Diane didn't have time to react. Strong hands unsnapped her seatbelt and slid her effortlessly into the back seat and between the two laughing college guys. The seatback returned upright and Diane could feel a hand searching for the button on her dress. Instantly her dress was pulled wide apart and she sat now fully exposed between the two young men.
"So boys, what did you have in mind?" she asked playfully. Two hands reached over from the seat behind her, grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms gently up over her head, pinning them to the back edge of her seat.
"Hey!" she barely had time to utter, before the boy behind her who was pinning down her hands, leaned over the back of the seat. With his face on hers, he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue thrusting deep in her mouth.