Locked for Life 37 - Honeymoon 1

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Fuck, I’m horny,” Jason muttered.

“What?” I asked incredulously. We were in the car, headed towards the first destination on our honeymoon road trip. I’d been looking forward to this for ages, and now we were finally on the road! With all the excitement in the air, Jason’s comment caught me off guard.

He grinned without taking his eyes off the road. “I said, I’m horny.” He adjusted his pants with one hand, drawing my attention to his massive bulge. Just seeing it made my dick swell in its cage.

“And?” I asked. “What do you want me to do about that?” It was unlike me to talk back; normally I was practically tripping over myself in my efforts to please my husband. But in the car? I didn’t see what I could do for him here.

“You can start by undressing,” he said bluntly. His hand pushed the signal lever, then he glanced over his shoulder before changing lanes.

“You’re joking,” I replied.

Jason simply shook his head. “Does it look like I’m joking? Take your clothes off, Grant. Or am I gonna have to punish you later?”

My cheeks went red. “No, of course not!” I said quickly. “I’ll undress right away.”

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It was difficult working around the seatbelt, but it wasn’t long before my shirt was off. I tossed it in the back seat, then moved on to my shoes and socks. There was a bit of a thrill to it all; we were in our own car, sure, but it was still bright and sunny outside. I was certainly visible enough for passing drivers to get a good glimpse.

“Atta boy,” Jason commented. “Almost there.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled. His comments only turned me on more. I removed my shorts, shimmying in my seat to get them off. Into the back they went, and suddenly I was wearing just my underwear. Thankfully we were on the highway and not stopped at a traffic light. I don’t know what I’d do if someone peered through our window and saw me nearly naked. Pushing the thought aside, I pulled my underwear off. All of my clothes were now behind me, out of reach unless I unbuckled myself.

“Fuuuck,” Jason whispered. “You’re crazy, babe.”

“I’m crazy? You’re the one who told me to strip!”

There was a hint of a smile on his face. “Yeah, but you listened. Just like you always do. Right?”

My dick twitched at his words. “Yes, Jason,” I replied. If there was one thing my husband could do, it was make me incredibly, desperately horny.

“Just be sure not to get any of your pathetic precum on the seat, got it?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Now that you’re naked…” he reached down and undid the button on his own shorts. “You better get to work.”

My jaw dropped. “You… you want me to…”

“Suck my cock,” he said bluntly.

I gulped, then quickly nodded. Trees blurred outside the windows. Cars moved in and out of range as we sped along. None of it changed the fact that I was about to blow my husband while he was driving.

I glanced one last time out the window, though it didn’t matter. Then I leaned over from the passenger seat, ducked down, and got to it. Jason was already sporting a semi when I pulled his cock out of his shorts. It sprung to life in front of me, growing harder by the second. It ticked up with each pulse, mesmerizing to watch, until I was staring down his massive cock in all its glory. The sight was nothing short of mouth-watering.

My own dick throbbed in its cage, crying for attention. As if that ever worked before. It amazed me how my dick still acted of its own accord, blissfully unaware that it would never be uncaged again. That realization was reserved for my mind alone. As much as my mind and dick loved to be on the same page about being horny, they never seemed to cooperate in a beneficial way. Only to drive me further into my horny spirals.

I reached out and grabbed my husband’s cock in my hand. It felt so good to hold a dick, even one that wasn’t mine. Then I bent myself down further and put in into my mouth.

“Ahhh,” Jason moaned. “That’s the stuff.”

I started out slow, rising and falling, warming his cock with my mouth and letting my spit lubricate him. My hand jerked the base while my lips moved back and forth along the upper half.

“Fuck, Grant, that feels so good,” Jason muttered. “I can’t believe we didn’t try this sooner. Fuuuck…”

“Mmm,” I moaned in response. It was all I could get out, considering the mouthful of dick. I started bobbing faster, jerking faster, twisting my hand around his massive cock and gliding along its length. I fell into a dick-sucking trance. Up. Down. Up. Down. Filling my mouth, then leaving it empty. Feeling his heavy dick on my tongue, holding it in my hand, always wanting more. It wasn’t enough just to have Jason in my mouth. I wanted his cum.

“Oh my god, babe. You have no idea how good this feels.”

I grinned to myself. He probably didn’t mean it, but he struck me right to the core with that one. Of course I had no idea how good it felt; I’d been caged for over fourteen months now. The last time I felt Jason’s mouth wrapped around my dick was a distant memory to me. I swelled in my cage once again, as if my dick thought getting sucked was an actual possibility. My stupid dick. God, I was so fucking horny.

“FuuuuUuuUuck.”

Suddenly I felt pressure on the back of my head. Jason’s hand was there, pushing me down further onto his cock. Sucking the top half and jerking the lower half was no longer sufficient. He wanted me down there, deepthroating his cock for all I was worth.

I happily obliged. It wasn’t easy, but I wasn’t a newbie anymore either. Being permanently caged prepares you for times like these. I opened up my throat, accepting his dick right down to the base.

“Ohhh fuuuuck,” Jason breathed. “You keep that up, you’re gonna make me cum, babe.”

“MmmMmM,” I moaned back. That was all the encouragement I needed. I held his cock down my throat a bit longer before coming up for a breath, then I inhaled deeply, wiped my chin, and dove right back in to finish the job.

“Yesss, Grant. Just like that.”

I kept on sucking, and sucking, until finally, “Fuck fuck fuck- I’m gonna cum!” Jason forced my head down, pushing me with a hand on the back of my head. His dick suddenly exploded, throbbing violently in my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, feeling each pulse in my throat, more and more of his cum shooting out of him. The load felt massive, though somehow I managed to keep up with it. Maybe it was because I was desperate to keep the driver’s seat clean, or perhaps it was a sign of how badly I wanted to swallow his cum. Probably both. Either way, Jason finished inside me, and I was more than happy to receive his load.

“THAT… was amazing,” my husband said after a moment. His face was practically glowing. I didn’t get to cum (as usual), but my job was done here. I allowed myself a little smile of my own.

“Happy to help,” I said cheerfully.

“Damn… and to think it’s only the first day of our honeymoon!”

“And you didn’t crash the car, either!” I joked. The two of us shared a laugh, me still quite naked and him clothed with his deflated dick stuffed back into his shorts.

“You know, Grant… Keep performing like that and I might just let you cum by the end of this trip.”

“Really?” I asked eagerly.

“Only time will tell,” he replied. Then he carried on as if nothing had happened, driving us toward our first stop: a rustic little motel in a town we’d never been to before.