Behind the Wheel

"Coach, please stop. I came here to learn how to drive, not to have an affair."

Inside the instructor's car, because I kept failing to control the clutch, Coach Reeves, who happened to be my husband's friend, made me sit on his lap to teach me.

The problem was, I was wearing a short skirt that day, and underneath it, I wasn't even wearing safety shorts.

Even worse, he actually pulled his member out and pressed it straight against me.

My name is Winnie Miller. Recently, my company required frequent business trips, so I decided to get a driver's license.

It just so happened that my husband's friend, Logan Reeves, was a driving instructor. He said he wouldn't charge me for lessons.

On the day of practice, my husband, Daniel Miller, told me to dress nicely. After all, a wife’s appearance is often seen as a reflection of her husband.

I thought about it for a moment and put on the tight, short skirt Daniel had bought for me. It hugged my curves closely, outlining my full, round hips. The fullness of my chest swayed as I walked, rippling like water.

Daniel stared, his eyes practically glued to me as he praised me again and again. "Good, good, good! You look amazing in that. Logan is going to be so jealous."

I shot him an annoyed look. "Aren't you worried some other man might set his sights on your wife?"

After pulling on my stockings, I headed to the driving school.

When I reached Logan's car, I bent down and knocked on the window. "Coach Logan, I'm here for my driving lesson."

Logan rolled the window down, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

I lowered my head and immediately realized why. When I bent over, my skirt had ridden up, exposing a large patch of fair skin. I quickly covered myself with my hand.

"You're Winnie, right? Get in. Daniel is my buddy. I'll make sure to teach you properly. I guarantee you'll pass in one go."

After I sat in the passenger seat, he patted my thigh.

"Watch carefully. Left foot presses here, right foot releases. When the car starts to shake, that's the friction point, the half-clutch. Come over and try it."

After stepping on the clutch, I couldn't control the pressure properly and stalled the car.

I tried several times, but it stalled every time.

Logan couldn't watch anymore. He grew impatient and directly placed one hand on my thigh.

I didn't know if it was my imagination, but his broad palm seemed to deliberately rub against my stockinged thigh. My nerves instantly tightened.

"I'll teach you how to control the pressure. When I press with my hand, you release the brake."

The closeness only made me more nervous.

I hesitated and said, "Coach, this isn't appropriate. My husband is your close friend. Touching my leg like this..."

He laughed loudly. "What's there to be afraid of? I'm only anxious to teach you well because of Daniel. I'm not taking advantage of you. Other students don't even get this kind of attention."

I relaxed a little. With his guidance, I stepped on the clutch.

The car began to shudder gently. Suddenly, his hand pressed down harder, gripping my thigh firmly.

"Don't move your foot. This is the point. Then slowly release the brake."

This was the first time in my life that another man besides my husband had touched my thigh. Even through the stockings, I could feel the warmth of his palm. A strange flutter stirred in my chest.

My nerves snapped. I released the brake too quickly, and the car lurched forward violently.

Logan slammed on the instructor's brake. The sudden force threw my body forward.

His hand slid straight under my skirt. My entire body jolted as if struck by electricity, numb and tingling all over. The humiliation was overwhelming.

Logan withdrew his hand and looked at me. "You have to release it slowly. Don't be nervous. Let's try again."

I took a few deep breaths. This time, the car finally started smoothly.

Next came reverse parking. That completely defeated me.

I tried again and again, yet the car never went in properly. Either I crossed the line or parked crookedly. Not once did I succeed.

Logan shook his head. "With skills like this, you could practice for ten years and still not get it."

His words made me anxious.

"What am I supposed to do then? I have to start traveling for work next month. Not knowing how to drive won't work."

Logan stroked his chin, his gaze openly leering. "There is a way. Sit on my lap. I'll teach you step by step. You'll learn fast."

My heart skipped. Sitting on his lap was far too intimate. If Daniel found out, there would definitely be trouble.

"This... isn't that inappropriate? Sitting on your lap is too close. Daniel probably wouldn't agree."

Logan took out his phone and called Daniel.

"Hey, Daniel. Winnie has been practicing for three hours and still can't get it. I'm thinking of having her sit on my lap so I can teach her step by step. Do you agree?"

To my shock, Daniel agreed without hesitation. "I trust you. As long as you can teach her, sitting on your lap is nothing."

Then he hung up.

A ball of anger swelled in my chest. How could Daniel be so careless? He didn't even mind his wife sitting on another man's lap. Since he felt that way, I decided not to hold back either.

With a sense of retaliation toward Daniel, I sat down on Logan's lap.

I deliberately shifted my hips back. I could clearly feel something hard pressing against me.

My face instantly flushed. Logan was unbelievable. It felt harder than steel, unlike Daniel, who had been limp and useless for so long, leaving me unable to feel like a woman.

I held the steering wheel with both hands. Logan reached around and covered my hands with his, teaching me how to turn it.

He started the car and deliberately held it at the half-clutch point, making it vibrate violently.

His member moved with every vibration, thrusting against me again and again.

The sensation was overwhelming. My face burned all the way to my ears. Heat surged through my body, as if ants were crawling inside me.

I couldn't stop myself from letting out a muffled, breathy moan.

"Mm... ah..."