Harry and Sally got off the truck and headed to the restroom to freshen up. Harry supported her to the restroom as her legs were feeling like jelly. So were his actually… after cumming into her the second time this day.

Once all freshened up, they head back to the car. The truck they just had sex in is already gone.

Their drive to Harry’s parents’ town continues.

Harry shows Sally interesting sights and stopped to rest for interesting foods.

Sally enjoyed the sights, the air and the food. And most importantly of all, she enjoyed being with Harry in person for so many continuous hours.

Whenever Harry talks, Sally would look at him endearingly… she loves how he looks and behaves when he talks. Occasionally, she’ll touch his beard, or his ear or his cheek… just because she feels like it.

For Harry, he enjoys how Sally adores and worships him. He feels proud, happy, energetic and young again whenever she showers him with her loving attention.

The ride is long and they both gradually became quiet.

They drive past acres and acres of large sprawled out farms.

Sally takes a deep breath and turns from the window and toward Harry. She gives him a nice long look. Then puts her left palm on his right cheek as his eyes looked ahead at the road.

She slides that palm down to gently massage his neck and shoulder.

That hand of hers continues its journey along Harry’s arm to his hand on the wheel, then back up his right arm again… down his right ribs… across his chest and back… round his tummy… down… down… down his thigh… to his knee… then back up the thigh.

Sally slides her hand into his inner right thigh and starts to give gentle squeezes, slow and nice, up and down Harry’s inner thigh.

It didn’t take Sally too long to start massaging his balls through his bermudas.

The moment he got semi hard, she held his shaft and made it harder.

She did not hesitate to put her hand down into his bermudas to touch him skin to skin.

Harry could not take it any longer. He pulled the car to the side, got out of the car, went to Sally’s side, opened her car door, grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the car.

He turns her around and pushes her against the back door of the car, and placed her hands on the door. He then kicks her legs apart. It looks like he was about to do a police pat down on her. But that is not what he did.

Harry pulled down his bermudas and boxers, lifted her mini black and white striped skirt, pushed her panty aside and pushed himself him deep all the way.

Sally let out a cry as her wetness has not yet fully spread around. Her cry faded into the vast open space… not a single vehicle or human in sight. Just crop and animals.

Harry rams his wife repeatedly against his car till all anyone could hear were her sexual screams and moans and cries.

There were times when Sally felt that they were both pleasing each other. There were times when Sally felt that she was merely a fucktoy for Harry’s own pleasure. This moment feels like that latter.

But Sally has always been fine with this. She enjoys being Harry’s everything… including being his fucktoy.

It didn’t take Harry long to cum into his wife for the third time this day. He enjoys having sex with her. He knew that despite her decent looks, she allows him to treat her like a slut… and this is a perpetual turn on for Harry.

Harry slides out. And they both stood there… Harry leaning on Sally and Sally leaning against the car… they let Harry’s seeds drip onto the farm ground. They remained there till both their breathing tamed down.