Exhausted and horny were the only feelings I had driving to my sister's place after a wedding. Our kids were in my parent's truck ahead of us on the freeway and we had a half hour drive until our destination. My husband was feeling around my garment bottom line and was working his way up slowly with his caresses. Golden snap buttons held my dress closed and with one hand he snapped open the bottom button. "That poor button has been straining all night, it needs a breather." I giggled at the truth of that statement; thick thighs do that to a dress occasionally. Leaning back, I enjoyed the soft touches that covered by lower thigh, quickly rising upwards with the "snap" of every button unfastened. Fingers gently brushed my cunt lips and traced them back and forth to accompany the light massage on my thigh. My breathing was coming heavier and I definitely wanted more than what I was currently getting. I caressed my tits and let out a breath which gave a quick reminder that my chest had yet to have attention. He picked up his hand and quickly undid the top 3 buttons on my dress. His hand shoved down my garment top as his fingers devoured my breasts and nipples. I knew I wasn't going to last long and put my hands on the bars of the headrest. My breathing hitched and wouldn't come, but my body sure did. Waves of pleasure roared as I pressed my chest into his hand at the twisting and turning of my nipples. I could finally breathe again and got enough air for another wave to start hitting me. I started playing with my other nipple and rode out the orgasm. He started to brush my stomach and I couldn't get my bottoms off fast enough! I tugged them to my ankles and put my feet on the dashboard, begging to have some release. My hands went back to the bars of the headrest as he gave me orgasm after orgasm between hitting my clit and my gspot inside me. I bit the seat belt trying to have something else to hold on to since my body kept losing control. After maybe 4 or so, he pulled his fingers away and wanted to innocently play with my breasts again. The only problem was my body wasn't done. After a couple of minutes, I started to touch my clit and gave myself a couple more orgasms. I wanted him to switch and let me play with my nipples while he fingered me again. I was losing track or orgasms at this point. Finally, I settled down and felt some kind of satisfaction....until my gspot started screaming that it wanted a real cock. If you follow my stories, you know that I've masterbated with an ice scraper handle in the car before. I looked around the car for the scraper and waved it at my husband. "I could use this..." "If that's what you need sweetheart!" I had a hard time finding the right angle, but turning myself sideways a bit and my feet on the dash again, I had enough room. I started to thrust it and the indents on it felt incredible!! After a few thrusts, I felt my orgasm come on and I couldn't move or breathe. I needed more, so much more! I thrusted and moved my hips, screaming and cursing about how horny I was. Another orgasm. More moaning and yelling, I had completely lost control and was begging this handle to fuck me like I never had been before. Another orgasm. More thrusting, I could feel my cunt milking it, my hips desperate for more release. The biggest orgasm I had had yet hit me and I held it as long as I could. My body gave out and I pulled the handle out of me. I was completely spent, my horniness gone, completely out of energy. I giggled a little as I thought about what had just happened, and laid back in my seat waiting to cum down until I could dress again.