My Taxi Cab Adventure - Sex Stories

My Taxi Cab Adventure

In my experience, I've found that most cab drivers are poor, hard working guys. So I told my husband Mark that I wanted to brighten the lives of a few cabbies by giving them blowjobs. We discussed how best to do it, and decided that we couldn't call the cabs from our home, because then we'd have cabbies showing up all the time looking for more blowjobs. So we decided to go to Square One Mall in Mississauga and call for a cab from there. I wore a sheer black blouse that clearly displayed my big, dark nipples, a black leather mini skirt, black stay-up stockings and no panties. We had the cab pick us up at the back entrance to Wal-Mart. As we waited for the cab to arrive, I enjoyed the leering looks I was getting from most of the guys who walked by, but since Mark was holding my hand, none of the guys did anything other than look. I also did my best to ignore the nasty looks I got from most of the women. When the cab finally showed up, I got into the front seat and Mark climbed in the back. The driver was an older East Indian gentleman with snow white hair, and when he saw that my tits were clearly visible in the sheer top, his eyes bugged out and he started stammering as he tried to ask me where we wanted him to take us. As he continued staring at my tits, I replied, "I'd like you to take us to a quiet spot at the farthest corner of the parking lot, and when we get there, I want to suck your cock." He got a glazed sort of look on his face, and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm not ...

... sure I understand what you are saying." So I decided to be a bit more direct. I could see that there was already a bulge growing in his pants, so I reached over, put my hand on his hardening cock and squeezed it gently through his pants as I said, "I want you to put this cock of yours into my mouth and let me suck it until I've swallowed all your cum." As I continued to gently fondle his cock, he asked, "I don't mean to offend you, but are you a prostitute? Are you asking me to pay you for a blowjob?" "No honey," I assured him, "there's no money involved. In fact, my husband here will pay you for whatever the fare is. I just admire how hard working most cab drivers are, and I want to do a little something to brighten your day, and my husband enjoys watching me with other men. So will you please let me suck you off?" Well, the glow on his face was like a k** on Christmas morning! He exclaimed, "Oh yes, I would love that. My wife died six years ago, and I have not been with a woman since then. I've thought about going to a massage parlour or getting a prostitute, but I'm afraid of getting arrested." "Well then honey," I replied as I removed my hand from his cock, "let's get going, because it sounds like you've definitely waited long enough." He drove us to the far end of the lot as I had requested, and since it was a weekday morning, he was able to find a parking spot that was away from any other cars. As soon as we had parked, I told him to join me in the back seat because it ...