My first time as a "HotWife"

I guess I have my husband to thank for that.

We were on a vacation to another state and he started asking me all kinds of sex questions while he was driving. What would my ideal 3-way be? Would I ever want to be in an orgy? Would I ever give a stranger a “Handy” if I wouldn’t get caught? This went on for about two hours and it got me wondering why he was so interested in what kind of stuff I would be willing to do. It also got me very horny.

I had never expressed a desire to cheat or swap, or anything else for that matter, but now he had me thinking about all kinds of things as I sat there trying not to finger myself as we were going down the high-way.

Finally we stopped at a rest area and I stopped by the vending machines to grab a cold drink and noticed a handsome 40 something year old trucker was checking me out. I smiled and made sure my dress wasn’t showing too much as I passed him as I headed to a picnic table in the shade. I glanced back and sure enough he was looking at my ass. I just smiled and sat down at the table alone.

About three minutes later he came over to stand by my table and cleared his throat. I looked up and asked if I could help him.

“Well, miss, I hope I’m not bothering you, but I thought I should come out and apologize for being disrespectful of you.” I smiled and told him not to worry, I get checked out more than that at the gym. He shifted nervously on his feet and continued, “No miss. Well... For that, but also for what I said in the men’s room.” I did not have a clue where this was going. “Well, you see miss, I was in there and I made a comment about you and what I wanted to do to you, your boyfriend over heard me and said he didn’t take kindly to my saying that sort of thing.” Boyfriend? He’s my husband... I let him continue. “He told me that if I was going to say things like that, I should come out here and...” (Apologize, is what I thought he would say.) “...Ask first hand if you would be willing to do it.”

I asked him what exactly he had said and he told me how he wanted to eat my pussy and fuck me while he sucked my tits dry. I wanted to slap him. I couldn’t believe my husband had sent this crass bastard out here. I saw him headed back to the car and told the driver to wait here for a second.

I almost ran over to my husband and grabbed him by the arm and hissed in his ear, “What the FUCK are you doing sending him to talk to me?” He just nodded in his direction and whispered that he told him we were dating and that I was still playing the field. I asked him why he would do that and he calmly replied, “I just thought you might like to try something new while we were on our trip. We are two states from home, no one knows us, why not experiment a little. Call it the Code of the Road, nothing either of us does on this trip can be held against us. I thought about it for a minute and thought to myself, Fuck it. Why not?

I stepped between two cars in the lot and quickly slipped my panties off from under my dress and handed them to my husband as I headed back to where the trucker was waiting. When I got there I said, “Here are the rules. One, you have to wear a rubber. Two, no anal. Three, no rough stuff.” He just smiled and nodded and said, “My rig is right over there.” I followed him to his sleeper cab and my husband followed about fifty feet behind me.

It didn’t take long for him to get under my dress and start eating me as my husband listened from outside. His style was nothing to write home about, but it got me wet enough. Next he laid back and opened his jeans and out sprang about eight inches of meat so thick I could barely get my hand around it. I gave him a few strokes as he played with my 44FF tits and he reached for a condom. I couldn’t help myself. I moaned with pleasure as he slid into me, and almost screamed with joy as he pounded my vagina like a jackhammer. Don’t get me wrong, my husband is six and a half or seven inches, but the width of this tool was sending me over the top! He only lasted about a minute and a half before he busted a nut, but that was enough to get me off.

I straightened my dress, smiled and thanked him, and climbed down out of the truck. My husband was waiting with a huge smile on his face. I just told him to get in the car and get us the hell out of here.

After about ten minutes of him smiling and not saying anything I asked him why he had done that. “Truth... I have always thought that I would get off on knowing you were fucking or sucking another guy, and damn I was right! I was listening to you and almost came in my pants!” So I asked him what other fantasies he had and all he said was, “Watching next time. Or hearing everything you do in hot steamy detail.” Next time? What made him think there would be a “Next Time?” But the rising pulse in my wet, well stretched cunt told me that there would, most assuredly, be a “Next Time.”

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