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I can’t believe what I did today. What an interesting morning I had! It all started when I went outside to my car to leave for work. To my surprise, my car wouldn’t start at all. My husband’s car is being re-painted, so he took the train to work today. He didn’t want to leave me without a car. I had to be at in an hour. Today was important too. I was giving a presentation for the first time. I had my best outfit on and got up extra early to make sure my hair was just right. I had to think quickly because I couldn’t be late. So, I grabbed my cell phone and called for a taxi. I told them it was an extremely important that they get to my house ASAP and that I would pay extra. Can you believe that the taxi actually arrived only 10 minutes later! I was shocked. It took me longer than that to hail a taxi in the city when they were everywhere. Anyway, I ran up to the taxi and got in. I thanked him for coming so quickly. I told him my destination and we were off. Usually I don’t converse with taxi drivers, but I guess I was nervous about my presentation. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was actually quite handsome. We spoke of my car dilemma and how it was imperative that I be at work on time…especially this morning. As our conversation went on, I couldn’t help but notice how handsome he really was. I’m guessing he must have been at least 6 years younger than me. I asked him how long he’d been driving a cab and he said only a few months. He told me that he’s trying to make some extra money and that this was a second job for him. He came to New York, like so many others, to become an actor. The driver explained that he’s a waiter at night at an upscale restaurant and he auditions in his spare time, whatever he can get. I looked over at his cab license to see his name. It had a nice ring to it. Jacob Jones. He noticed me looking at it when he turned his head and he said “you can call me Jake”. I felt a little embarrassed and he knew it. He reassured me that it was okay and that that’s what it’s there for.

As luck would have it, we ran into heavy traffic. I couldn’t stop looking at my watch. With my impending meeting on my mind, I started to talk more and more. I was so nervous. He asked me if I was married and I told him yes, for seven years now. He was surprised when I told him that we don’t have any children. I explained to him that we both have our careers and that it wasn’t a priority at the moment. I sometimes think about it though. Sometimes I wonder if my clock will ever start to tick at all. My husband doesn’t seem to be in a rush for kids, I told him. He then told me that he would love to have kids, but he hasn’t found anyone yet. He has a pretty tight schedule and it’s hard to meet a girl when he works all the time. As he was telling me all about himself, I felt myself start to panic. We were entering the Lincoln Tunnel and the traffic was bumper to bumper. I couldn’t believe it! Not today! We couldn’t even turn around if we wanted to at this point. We could do nothing but sit and wait for the traffic to move. I tried calling my work to let them now about my situation, but my cell phone wouldn’t pick up a signal in the tunnel! Then just as I was cursing at my phone….the entire tunnel went dark. Jake turned on the radio to here what was going on. It seems that ConEd was working on some lines nearby and some dipshit screwed up. Everyone around us was honking their horns, except Jake. There really was no point. Jake turned to me and said that it looked like we would be stuck for a while. Then he asked if I minded sitting up front with him. That way we could talk without him having to turn his neck constantly.

Now normally, I would think this was crazy. However, he did seem really nice and it looked like we weren’t going to be moving for a while. So, got out of the cab and sat up front with him. He shook my hand and introduced him self properly as Jake. I told him my name and that it was very nice to meet him. I also told him that it was very refreshing to meet such a friendly cab driver. While I was telling him that, I noticed that he was looking at my legs. I was wearing a skirt and the slit was on the left side, right there for his enjoyment. He apologized to me very quickly because he noticed that I caught him staring. I told him that it was quite all right. He said he would like to tell me something personal if I was okay with it. I said sure. Then he told me that he thought I was very beautiful and that my husband is one lucky man. I started to blush and thanked him for the compliment. I told him that I found him very handsome. I felt flutters inside when he spoke those words. It’s been a while since man other than my husband complimented me like that. It felt really good. Just knowing that other men still find me sexy felt great. All of a sudden, I wasn’t worried about the time anymore. It seemed like I forgot where I was going to begin with.

Our eyes locked and we started to inch a little closet to one another. It felt very strange, yet so right. I know I just met him and that I was married, but it felt right. He was very polite and he asked me if he could kiss me. Without saying a word, I just leaned in closer and kissed him. My nipples became instantly hard, and I became very wet as well. There was this unspoken animal attraction. I felt like I did when I was single. I started to touch him everywhere. I started by touching his face and running my fingers through his hair as he kissed me. Then I moved down past his chest and onto his stomach. He had a really nice body. It made me even wetter touching him. As my hand moved further down his body, I came to his cock…which was rock hard. I was pleasantly surprised to feel how girthful he was. As I was doing this, he started to unbutton my blouse and feel my tits. I remember thinking at that moment how glad I was that I wore my thigh highs that morning. Our kissing became heavier and heavier. We were becoming even more hungry for each other. I felt my hips start to move in a “fuck me” motion. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed to fuck this man. He was touching me in all of the right places. As soon as his hand moved up my skirt, he felt how wet I was. With that, he moaned and told me that he wanted to fuck me. Just as I was responding and telling his that I wanted to fuck him too; he moved my panties aside and inserted 2 fingers inside my pussy.

I let out such a moan! I loved it! He started to move his fingers in a “come hither” motion. He was hitting my spot all right. I unzipped his pants and pulled his large cock out. I started to jerk him off while his pre-cum slowly dripped out and trickled over my hand. He continued to jerk each other off until we couldn’t stand it any longer. I leaned over and licked the tip of his head and made him moan real loud. I waited a second and then I inserted his cock in my mouth. I started to blow him and blow him well. He obviously loved it. I think I was making his toes curl. His cock hit the back of my throat and I felt his pre-cum drip down my throat. He was still fingering me and I felt like I was close to cumming, so I made him stop. I pushed his hand away and then I lifted my skirt up around my hips. I moved over to his side of the car and got on top of him. His cock just slid right in my pussy. I was extremely wet for him. I’ve never fucked in this position before. And it felt soooo good. I was bouncing up and down on his cock. He was sucking on my breasts and I was grinding into his cock as hard as I could. He told me that he could feel me dripping. He repeatedly told me what a good fuck I was and how hot I was. We were rocking the car back and forth, and we steamed up the windows earlier on when we were kissing and jerking each other off. But no one around us seemed to give a shit. It was pitch dark in there anyway. I loved the position we were in. I felt every ridge of his cock inside of me. He was thicker than my husband too and it was wonderful! It felt so good when he was biting on my nipples as I was fucking him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He told me that he was about to cum and that I should get off of him. However, I couldn’t bring myself to move. I didn’t want to stop fucking him. I was about to cum too and I didn’t want to ruin it. He warned me again. “You better get off of me….I’m about to cum”!! But I was in a very tricky position. I was pinned between him and the steering wheel. I just ignored him and kept fucking him. In fact, I started to grind into him even harder when he said he was cumming. He started to scream and moan that he was cumming. With that, I started to cum to. We were fucking harder and faster than before. He was fucking me harder than I’ve ever been banged before. I let out a scream and we both came together. I felt his cock pulse over and over as he shot his of cum inside of me. It was really hot and sexy.

After we were both done, I got off of him and sat in the passenger seat. With my legs still spread far apart and me moaning in ecstasy, he watched as his cum slowly dripped from my freshly fucked pussy. He looked at me and said: “What just happened? Why didn’t you get off of me”? I told him that I didn’t know why. I said I was enjoying it so much, that I didn’t care. He asked me if I was on the pill. I told him no and that It was probably a dangerous time for me but that is usually when it feels the best as well. “I guess I should have asked you that before, huh?” We both laughed. Then he asked me why I let him cum in me knowingly unprotected? The only thing I could respond with was: “I wanted to be fucked properly. I deserved it.” He looked a little shocked at my answer, but very satisfied.

Our timing couldn’t have been any better. Five minutes after we were done, the traffic finally started to move. Even though the windows were closed, we could hear everyone in the tunnel whistle and clap. We continued through the tunnel and he drove me to my work. On the way we spoke of how much we enjoyed each other. As I was getting out of the cab, he handed me his phone number and said: “no charge”.