The finest sex comes from times stolen from our hectic lives.

My husband and I are newly married twenty-somethings who are both workaholics. We have been extremely busy working hard on our careers in recent months. This meant we had no time to spend with our loved ones or have any moments of intimacy.

It reached a point where we had not fucked in two months.

We were able to stop resisting each other and had some amazing quickies.

These unplanned moments were a necessity, but I was not complaining. These moments were some of our most memorable sex.

The first stolen moment: mutual masturbation inside the car

It started one night when we were driving back from work. He was very annoyed by the volume of traffic. The cars were not moving at all.

I noticed his eyes moving up-and-down on my body. Let's make traffic less painful.

"Looking at something?" I asked, eyebrows raised.

There is no reply.

I replied, "Oh, come on,"

Then, I started unbuttoning my blouse.

"You know what, I got wet thinking about you."

"Really? "Really?

To show him my black blot on my panties, I rolled my skirt up and lifted my tits from my blouse and bra.

"This is what I wanted to do for a while," I stated as I pulled my underwear down and began rubbing my swollen.

"You also know what I wanted to do some time ago?"

"What?" I asked, as I continued to masturbate .

He responded by pulling out his own cock. He jerked his erection while keeping one hand on the steering wheel.

To give him a complete view of my glowing pussy, I pulled my panties to my side.

I was watching him as he fucked me. I had not seen his dick or my pussy in action for a while, and was reminded of the last time I was fucked by him.

I came hard. I could see he was going to cumber, but the cars eventually moved and he had no choice but to keep driving with both his hands.

I reached out and stroked my cock for him.

It was slow and gentle though.

He will not push him to the edge, but he will be there.

When we arrived home, I bent down to suck his cock while we were still in our driveway. He filled my mouth with weeks of cum.

Stolen moments before work

I was finally able to feel his dick again a few days later in one of our stolen moments just before we got out of bed.

He immediately began to kiss me after I woke up from my 5am alarm. His morning wood could be felt on my abdomen.

"We'll be late," he said, not knowing if I should care or not.

We often got on with our lives right away after getting up.

He said, "Make it fast then," as he began to grind his cock on me while gnawing on my neck.

He pulled my shirt up and took my tits off. Then he slipped his hand down my pyjamas to point at me.

He reached out to me and gave me a taste of my own wetness after I had been wet.

He then pulled my bottoms down and began to fuck me in the good old passion .

I was fucked by him with slow, but powerful thrusts that made my stomach churn every time he touched my cervix.

He lifted himself up and placed my legs on his shoulders. This made his already large dick feel even more massive, almost to the point that it almost hurt.

As he filled me, I reached down to rub my clit frantically.

Gradually, he increased the speed of his thrusts.

I don't know if it was because he was getting closer, or because we were going late. I didn't complain.

It was amazing, and I felt my pussy convulse violently around the cock.

Shortly after, he was on the edge and I grabbed his hand as he pulled away. As I stroked it with firm pressure, the cock swelled in my hand.

"Breakfast please," I laughed.

He laughed before painting my breasts, neck and face with a cumshot.

Stolen moments, office visits

Both of us were promoted because of our hard work. I felt like a little boss and had a whole room to myself. You can have walls, doors, locks, etc.

He texted me on my first day of being boss to inform me that he was coming to my office.

"You need a reward."

He quickly arrived, storming into the room, and locking the door behind his back.

"What's my reward?" I inquired.

He said "This", and he pushed me onto my desk with force.

He opened my legs, took off my underwear and began to play with my mouth. He pulled my legs open, removed my underwear and fished on my clit with his tongue.

"Didn’t you have lunch?" I replied, moaning.

"This is my lunch"

He started finger-fucking my while I was eating out, and it was amazing. But, I just wanted to be dick.

I said to him, pulling him closer to me, "This isn’t the only reward that I want."

I sat down and bent over to him. I was teased by him, as he rubbed his dickhead on my lips and spread my moisture.

I turned around and stared at him.

"I am going to a fucking meet soon. I want my reward. NOW."

As he dipped his hand into my genitals, he pressed my head on the table. I let out a groan that could have been heard throughout the building.

He held my hips tightly until I got my reward a creamy load, which dripped from his sexy sex.

He quickly left the building, and I went to the meeting with my cum-filled panties.

This would be the end of our quest for quick and stolen moments.

We had better jobs and the freedom to fuck each other whenever we wanted.