I Need That Big Dick In My Life:>Ep5

The present Cass was biting her lip, looking at my reaction to the actions on the screen. It was so wicked. Neil seemed to be ravishing her small body.

"No, don't do that," Cass said on the video.

"Don't worry, I'm just gonna rub," Neil panted through heavy draws of breath.

Cass leaned her head back again. So that was what they were doing?

"He was pressing his cock against my clit. I think he wanted me to ask him to fuck him, but I never did. Just grabbed my hips and... reverse hotdogged me? I guess?" the present Cass explained. "It sure gives the impression that I'm getting fucked, doesn't it?"

It certainly looked the part. I had now received two previews of what it could look like when... if Neil ever were to fuck Cass. Three times if you count that first time in the office bathroom. And I got the sneaky suspicion that was kind of the point to it as well, why Cass had let Neil play with his dick so close to her pussy.

"You naughty girl," I groaned. "You're such a tease."

"You're not the only one who thinks so. I have to admit, I tried to play it up a bit, knowing you were gonna see it. I knew how much you liked it when you thought we were fucking at the hotel, so I thought I'd tease you again. Look, now you get your answer to where those stains came from."

On the video, Neil was now shouting and cursing, and the sound of rapid strokes was soon followed by a huge roar and I was guessing Neil was cumming all over Cass' stomach and her hiked-up blouse. Then some spurts even landed on her cheek and neck. Neil was cumming pretty hard, even if it was his second round.

When I saw the ropes land across Cass' face, I came straight into her hand, which hadn't stopped stroking me for one bit. It was something naughty about seeing my lovely fiancée getting covered in cum, especially from such a despicable creature, while getting jerked off by said lovely fiancée. And even more so because I hadn't yet done it myself. And if I did, I would never ever be able to cover her like Neil was currently doing.

"Fucking shit, you little bitch! Oh, fuck!" Neil groaned exasperated. "That was so good. And you look even better. You toned dark abs with my huge white load all ov-"

And the video ended.

*

Wednesday morning we were all packed up and ready to go. It might be considered excessive to take a small vacation to check out veteran and sports cars for the wedding, but truly it was nice to get away from it all. Cass from her ramping up of college work, and me from... well work. And both of us, a break from Neil, fantasy, and all the kinks that came with it. Him.

The dealership we were first considering was almost two and a half hours away, outside of Chicago. There were several places closer, but we wanted to make a trip out of it, and both of us loved road trips anyway. Driving upstate we sang songs, chatted about everything, flirted with each other, or listened to our mutual podcasts.

We made pretty much the entire way up before noon and were able to enjoy some pizza at a true Chicago pizzeria before getting to work.

"Maybe we should go fishing again," Cass said, as we ate. My heart jumped. It had been a few weeks since she had suggested it last. And boy did that turn out good.

"Really? There is good bass up here. And Lake Michi-"

"I was just joking, Jesus. I enjoyed it last time, but, eh. It's still smelly and kinda dull," Cass said, shrugging her shoulders. I slouched back in my seat. I had been too eager. Of course.

"Fear enough. I just wanted some of those hot pics again," I said.

"All you had to do is ask," Cass said, having noticed my eager reaction. She smiled evilly at me as she got up from her seat, demonstratively picking her phone up from her purse.

"What are you up to?" I asked. Cass just gave a small giggle, biting her bottom lip, and then turned towards the bathroom.

I followed her ass with my eyes. Cass' ass always made for an amazing sight, especially in those tight jeans she wore now. Jeans and a blouse, the uniform of my hot, lovely future wife. I wanted to run after her and grab that ass, but I settled for the view, as it disappeared into the bathroom.

A few moments later a few photos started to trickle in. The first one from above, with her face and her jeaned-up ass. Then the same, but now with the jeans dragged down, so you could see her toned cheeks stick out from under her head. The third was a captioned upside-down photo of her ass in full glory. "Dessert at my place," she wrote in the caption. Her wit never faltered.

The rest of the day we spent walking around the small town, checking the local shops and whatnot. Our appointment wasn't until the next day, on Thursday, followed by an hour's drive down to another rental place back in Indiana.

After a good night's rest, we ventured onto the first of many dealers. Or renters, rather. The first one was pretty early but seemed to be a chatty fellow. He even came down the long driveway to walk us up his lot where he had a small selection of old American classics.

The guy was an older feller, in his 60s perhaps, wearing dirty old overalls. Cass was walking a few paces ahead as he and I were small talking. And I couldn't help but notice how he too seemed to be a fan of Cass' big juicy ass. If only he knew what sort of shenanigans that cute girl was up to. What she'd done.

The guy really put on the sweet talk, and he did have some nice classics that would be nice for the wedding. The biggest issue was the travel down to Indiana in a veteran car. While he had a sweet 67 Thunderbird, jet black and with all original parts, it was very resourceful to get it down to the wedding. And then there was the whole driving part after, though dad had said he'd pay for any of the insurance and whatnot. We told him we'd think about it. We had agreed beforehand that we were not to make any deals on the spot, and that we were just surveying.

The next place was back in Indiana, and of course closer. He was more specialized in cabriolets. The thought of driving Route 66 in a classic cabriolet with my hot-as-shit then-wife was an idea I found very appealing, but Cass had her head on straight. No deals on the spot. Plus, there was surely someone closer to Indiana.