Today, Lorelei and I slept in. Seriously. Just slept. It was nice to have a day to rest. We went out for lunch at a new place in town, and then went home to catch up on some projects; Lorelei was finally going to tackle the pile of winter clothes (that never got put away in spring) and I decided to finally put some shelving in our closet, and see if I can find where the leak in the wall is coming from.

Several hours and a trip to Home Depot later, most of the laundry was sorted, the shelving was installed, and a giant hole in the sheet rock revealed that the leak is not something simple to fix. So, yeah, we’ll hopefully be figuring that out soon.

But that’s not the interesting story.

I had to work late last night, as I do on the second Thursday of every month. I sit in a video control room - little more than a closet, really - and use a video production kit and some remote cameras to cover a city council meeting. It’s boring as hell, and I usually spend most of it chatting with Lorelei on IM, since I have Google Talk on my phone. And this chatting invariably involves swapping tumblerotica links. Now, last night, I was particularly horny, and found myself particularly aroused. So in the privacy of my control room, I whipped it out, and fired off a nice picture of my erect penis to Lorelei’s phone. Upon seeing this picture, she had but one request:

Fuck in the car on the way home.

(Side note: we’re down to one operational car, so she often drops me off and picks me up, particularly when I’m working late or it’s 30°)

This isn’t as easy as it sounds. Everything on or near our route home is heavily traveled, or somewhat heavily patrolled by local police, so I told her to wear a skirt, and let me drive. I decided to head south, away from home, since we’re only about two miles from the middle of nowhere, and I found a nice little park with no lighting in a tiny hamlet about five miles outside of town. We got into the back seat, and after an awkward moment, I told Lorelei to just bend over so I could fuck her… she seemed to like the direct approach.

She also opted to forego panties, which further hardened my already throbbing cock. I unbuckled my belt, pulled out my cock, and went at her. She was already dripping wet, and I could tell she was enjoying being used in the back of the car like that. The sex itself wasn’t particularly spectacular, but that wasn’t the point. Because I had been so aroused all evening, I came quickly, and it felt like gallons. I grabbed the towel she (so ingeniously) brought, wiped myself off, and left her in the back to clean herself up.

Then we headed back up to the local pub, and drank some pints of Great Lakes Edmund Fitzgerald. You know, to commemorate the anniversary of the sinking of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Okay, it was just a reason to go drink good beer after fucking Lorelei in the car like some dirty little cumslut. This is what you can do in a healthy, loving relationship like ours.