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Jacques was a bit unnerved by the events, even if he had precipitated them. He didn't mind strangers looking into his vehicle to stare at his half-naked masturbating girlfriend - but the fact that both vehicles were driving on the highway, at speeds in excess of the speed limit, side by side, made him nervous. More than ever, he needed to remain in control of his vehicle and to keep his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road, which was not where either wanted to be.

Rita, of course, was oblivious to the situation, partly because her eyes were closed, and partly because she was busy burying her fingers inside her, her legs propped up against the dashboard.

If either of them had been paying better attention to the passengers of the other vehicle, the one in the backseat to be precise, they would have seen that he had lowered his pants, and was visibly jerking off to the sight.

"Oh! This feels so good..."

Rita's mind was blank, save for a few images, three to be precise. She was first and foremost imagining that her fingers were her companion's penis, sliding in and out of her, thrusting deep to provide her with the pleasure she craved. But her mind also brought up images of Danielle, familiar images - if not distant - gently teasing her. And finally, there was Frank, although that image was still fuzzy.

At that moment, she knew she wanted to give a blowjob to someone - but of course, there was only Jacques, and he was busy driving, and she didn't want to disturb his concentration more than she already was, lying on her back, her panties on the gear shift, her blouse open to reveal large breasts held up by a sturdy bra. The blowjob would have to wait. For a brief moment, she opened her eyes, looked to her left, and saw the spectacle she had been missing - an exposed dick being stroked beyond two windows. The sight was too much for her already stimulated body; she orgasmed in a loud, violent voice, which almost caused Jacques to lose control of the vehicle. Luckily for them, he was an excellent driver.

"Jacques..."
"What is it love?"
"Oh... wow... I want your dick so bad."
"If it's that much love, I can pull over..."

She was tempted to say yes. She knew he would comply if she told him to stop - what guy would pass up such an opportunity? She looked over to the vehicle on the other side. Would they stop too? If so, would she have to please them too? Would they expect it? While that idea did turn her on, somehow, it defeated the purpose of their visit.

Jacques was smart, and very in touch with Rita's feelings and desires.

"If we stop, there's a good chance they will stop too. I... don't really mind, but you need to accept the consequences of the decisions."
"No... let's... just get to Sherbrooke fast."

Rita still allowed the image of what could-have been to linger in her mind: seeing herself being forced into performing blowjobs on the three passengers in the other car, or even being fucked in a fivesome with her boyfriend, the boys taking turn with her pussy. It was a nice and violent erotic fantasy - and it was better if it remained that way, at least for now. Who knew who these people were in the other vehicle? She was pregnant now and she needed to be a bit more responsible.

But what she would have done if this were a few years back...

For a moment, the other car remained at the side. Jacques dropped his speed and the other did the same, but when the driver realized the show was over, he honked once. Since nothing happened, he started speeding up and was soon way ahead in the distance.

Jacques looked a brief moment at his girlfriend: he knew that, given her wildside, she was, at least in some respect, regretting that they had not stopped. In the past, they had allowed themselves to do some pretty wild stuff before she had gotten pregnant. He was proud that she was now more mature and able to consider the consequences of her actions - but at the same time, he was a bit sad that this pregnancy and the responsibility behind it had taken some of the carelessness away from the woman he loved.

As he rode on towards Sherbrooke, he promised himself that, at least for these two days, he would allow her to be as careless as she wanted.