John helped his wife into their Jeep Cherokee before climbing into the driver seat.  "Are you going to tell me where to drive to, or can I pick our next destination?"

She teased, "You can pick the place, but I still pick how I'm going to..."  She grabbed him between the legs, "do you."

Letting out a moan of approval, "I love it when you like to be in charge."  He then leaned over and flicked her ear with his tongue.

John pulled into a small secluded area on Lookout Point.  Hoping to have more privacy, he drove past all of the teenagers that were out partying.

Marlena gasped, "Oh my God!" at a car that by its rocking, it was obvious what was going on inside.

John laughed, "Now, Doc, don't get too freaked out.  Why do you think I brought you here?"

Marlena replied, "Yeah but... our daughter has been here!  I can't believe Shawn would bring her here."

He was still laughing, "Doesn't it make you feel young and free again?"

She shot him a look, "What's the difference?  We're free, we're just older."

The car rocked gently forward as it was put into park.  John turned to his wife and then glanced to the back of the Jeep, "Yeah, but what I'm about to do to you, adults usually don't do."

She added, "Adults usually don't have sex in ladies restrooms, either."

John smiled, "That's the spirit.  So what do ya say?  Take a walk on the wild side with me, baby."

Laughing at his forced wit, "Right behind ya there, Sailor."

Even though Marlena was fully prepared to let John take the reins at any time, she decided to influence his decision of what to do.  As he crawled into the back, he mentally thanked himself for leaving the seats laid back when he went to the grocery the day before.

She pointed toward the floorboard for him to lie on his back.  She crawled between his legs and with experienced fingers, she popped his jeans button, and unzipped his jeans like a pro.  He raised his eyebrow, "You act like you've done this before." 

She shot her head up.  Her voice was husky, "Don't talk."  It pleased her to know that his shirt would not be an obstacle as it was already ripped from their romp on the countertop.

Pulling his jeans down a little to free him, she grabbed ahold of him and worked her hand to harden him.  She looked up the length of him with a look that almost made him explode.  Knowing what she was about to do, he took a deep breath and braced himself for the ride.  She massaged him with her hand for only a bit, then teased him with her tongue.  The tip of him getting the softest touch from her lips.

She quickly reached into her purse and retrieved a silver object.  Uncapping her tube of Passion Red, she let the lipstick flow slowly over her lips leaving a trail of red in its wake.  Closing the cap, she ran her tongue over her lips to wet them making sliding up and down him easier. 

He gulped.  Hard.  He wanted to reach out and take her again, but he stayed strong.  He would not deny her the pleasure of tasting him.  John knew that it was something she enjoyed very much.

Finally, she enveloped his fully erect manhood with her mouth and began her sweet suction, moving slowly up and down the length of him.  Looking down, his breathing quickened.  The sight of his wife with her mouth on him like that drove him mad.  His hand reaching down to mangle his fingers in her blonde mane that draped over his body, he slowly helped ease her into a rhythm he liked most.  Not that she needed any help.  She knew how he liked it.

All of his strength was concentrated on not impaling himself through the back of her throat.  He did not last long, exploding his hot liquid into her mouth for her to enjoy.  He couldn't believe that his wife, who was normally the prim and proper psychiatrist, loved the taste of him.

She raised her head from his crotch.  Her eyes were black with sexual desire.  He nearly came again when she licked her lips of his come.   He reached his hand behind her neck and rawly pulled her toward him.  John took her mouth in his and could taste himself on her lips.  It only seemed to arouse him more and made him want to take her and fuck her even more.  

Next thing she knew, he had her on her back, "It's my turn, lady."

"This was always one of my most favorite things to do," he said as his tongue teased the insides of her thighs.

He needed access.  Nestling down between her legs, he grabbed a handful of her short skirt and pushed it out of his way.  "You act like you've done this before," she teased almost mocking him.  

"No talking," he pleaded.

She arched her back toward him as he flicked all the spots he knew she loved so well.  It was possible he was enjoying himself as much as she was his actions.

While laying there, Marlena could barely make out the faint voice, yet it sounded so familiar, "Oh my God, Shawn!  That's my parents' car!"  She disregarded it as her mind playing tricks on her being there after mentally cursing her daughter's boyfriend for doing the same.

Marlena had no trouble forcing that thought from her mind with John doing to her what she had grown very accustomed to.  His tongue worked its magic in all of her familiar spots and was about to push her over the edge.  As she was nearing climax, she lifted her legs to come to rest on her lover's shoulders.

As he dug deeper with his oral probe, she screamed out.  She was free.  Just like John had described.  She sat up after finally floating back down to reality and glared at her lover and watched him slowly wipe her wetness from his mouth.  "No, no, no," she whispered, "let me."

His breathing increased yet again as she licked her own taste from his lips before deepening their kiss.

Moments later, they were both settled into their seats with their seatbelts buckled.  John turned to her.  His blue eyes melting her soul.  His voice was so soft and so quiet and full of love, "There's one more place I'd love to take you.  Are you up to it?"

She winked, "Maybe I should be asking you that question."