by Lexi Archer
I climbed into the truck and onto the bench seat and I was surprised at how comfortable it was. It was made of some sort of soft cloth and it was more than big enough, wide enough, to accommodate both of us. They definitely didn’t make them like they used to. It felt amazing against my hot skin.
Abby arched her back and lifted her ass as I reached down and unzipped her shorts. As I pulled them down along with her panties, and then she was lying there naked in David’s truck as I fumbled and pulled my pants down. I kicked them out onto the ground and looked at my wife lying there with her chest heaving, biting her lip, her pussy lips wet and engorged and her nipples straining for me. I imagined her being this turned on with David back in the day. I wondered if she’d ever been this completely exposed in this truck before considering her good girl streak back then, or if I was the first guy to get her like this in his truck.
I knew I was definitely going to be the first guy to fuck my wife in her old boyfriend’s truck!
I pulled my cock out and positioned it at the entrance to my wife’s sopping wet pussy. I grunted in surprise, she was really turned on, and then with a single thrust I buried myself to the hilt inside her. My cock was deep inside my wife’s body even as I imagined what it would’ve been like to watch David’s cock plunge deep inside her. Even as I thought back to her in that stand of trees with another man’s cock moving in and out of her tight little mouth.
I closed my eyes, pleasure running up and down my body, and whimpered.
“He used to beg me to let him fuck me just like this,” Abby said as I pulled out and rammed inside her again. Her delicious tits bounced and I let out a groan, locking my eyes with hers.
“We used to fool around her in this truck every weekend, and sometimes on weeknights if we could sneak out. It was so fucking hot. We did everything in the book except for fucking whenever we could, his cock was in my mouth, my hands, on my body, whenever we had a spare moment.”
God I was getting into this. I was all for this line of dirty talk. Damn was it was turning me on hearing her talk about rolling around with another man. Thinking about another man getting a little piece of her tonight. Knowing that out there at the bonfire was a man whose dick was still coated with my wife’s saliva.
Fuck! That was it. That was too much for me. Thinking back to the blowjob she’d given in that clearing was too much. I squeezed my eyes shut and grabbed the bench seat as a massive orgasm shot through my body. A delicious pleasurable explosion started at my cock and radiated out through the rest of me as I buried my cock deep in my wife and blew my load.
I didn’t know who I was. I didn’t know where I was. I was thinking about her getting hot and heavy with David in this truck even as I fucked her in the truck in a way he was never able to. I was thinking of my wife giving a blowjob. I was thinking of my wife fucking me. And it was all so incredible. Everything ran together in the most incredible and intense orgasm of my life.
Abby’s sopping wet pussy clamped down around my cock and I heard her gasp. Usually she didn’t come this quickly, but my cock twitching inside her, the combination of dirty talk and getting worked up with David earlier, seemed like it was too much for her. She raked her fingernails down my back as she threw her head back and let out a loud noise that was halfway between a moan and a scream, and I didn’t even care. Let the people at the bonfire hear my wife coming on my cock.
Her orgasm was the same as she’d had so many times before, and yet it somehow felt different this time. More intense. More intimate. So much sexier now that we were indulging in this oh so forbidden and oh so incredible fantasy.
I came down from my high, my chest still heaving, my wife’s orgasm still rocking her body as I looked down at her. She was sweating, and I could tell from the look on her face it had been just as good for her as it was for me.
Finally she finished, the last shudders of her orgasm settling and coming to a stop, and I leaned down as I pulled out of her. I kissed her, once again tasting the salty aftertaste of another man’s cum on my wife’s tongue, and felt another thrill run through me.
“That was fucking incredible Abby,” I said.
“Holy shit Brandon. That was amazing!”
“You’re telling me,” I said.
Abby looked around the truck and then back to me with a huge grin on her face. “Well you certainly just managed to get a hell of a lot farther in this truck than David ever did.”
I returned the grin and was about to lean down and kiss her when the sound of drunk shouting moving through the cars pulled me out of the fantasy world and into reality. I looked up with panic and Abby’s eyes widened.
In a flash we were out of the truck and running for the Lexus. It was made a little more difficult since Abby was mostly naked and I still had my pants around my knees, but somehow we managed to make it without getting caught.
13: Rationalizations
It was quiet on the ride back to Abby’s parents’ house. We decided it was probably better to head out after our little tryst on the bench seat of David’s truck.
I watched cornfields passing by. I watched bugs appearing in the headlights and smashing into the car. I winced. I really was going to have to take the car in to get it washed and checked out as soon as we got back to the city.
But it wasn’t the bugs on the windshield or gravel kicking up on my car that was really preoccupying me. No, I kept running over the day’s events in my head. How things had spiraled out of control in the most amazing way possible. In a way that I still couldn’t believe, but in a way that I loved.
I glanced over to Abby who was looking out her own window. Not facing me. It was difficult for me to tell how she felt. She’d been leaning against her window staring out like that the entire ride.
“So that was interesting,” she said.
I jumped at the sound of her voice. It was the first time she’d spoken since we hopped into the car. The sound of another voice in the car after nothing but the rattling of gravel underneath the car was startling. The admission of what we’d just done, the way she was bringing everything out into the open after I’d been off in my own little world when it came to this fantasy for so long, was equally startling. It still felt weird to have everything out in the open like that.
“It was fun though,” I said.
Abby turned and looked at me, and I saw moisture welling up in her eyes. That made me want to pull the car off to the side, only there wasn’t an “off to the side” of this road for me to pull off to even if I wanted to. There was just gravel and then a ditch on either side of the road. I had no idea what the hell people were supposed to do if they got stranded out here in the middle of nowhere. Probably wait until some kindly farmer happened by on his tractor to give them a ride.
“Are you upset?”
Abby reached up and wiped some moisture from her eyes. “Not upset. Not exactly. Just…”
I waited for her to continue. This seemed like one of those times when it was best to wait her out. To let her process things on her own. In my experience saying things in these situations usually only made it worse. I definitely felt like saying something in this situation when I’d been the main instigator of everything that happened and she seemed upset about it would be a bad idea.
I was starting to wonder if I’d just blown our entire marriage. If I just sent five years together and three years of marriage down the drain because I’d suddenly been grabbed by this uncontrollable fantasy.
“I don’t know what it is,” she said. “I was just always a good girl. I waited for marriage, well I waited until I found the guy I knew I wanted to marry. And the way I acted tonight…”
I reached out and grabbed her hand as I finally turned onto a road that was properly paved. It was wonderful to finally be back on a highway, even if the “highway” was actually a two-lane road that barely deserved the name if you ask me.
“But you did that for me honey,” I said.
“That’s it,” she said. “I don’t kn
ow if I did that just for you.”
My cock stirred and took notice at that. Not that I was exactly surprised at her admission. Fantasizing about seeing her with another guy was one thing, but her actually going along with it was another thing entirely. Something told me this fantasy would’ve never been realized if she wasn’t into it just a little bit.
Only once again I waited. I let her work things out. I let her decide whether or not she was going to tell me anything else, and I’d let her tell me whatever she was going to tell me in her own good time.
Turns out her own good time wasn’t very long at all.
“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about David over the years. Thought about what we did that summer. Thought about how close we got,” she said.
I squeezed her hand. “Did you ever regret that you didn’t?”
I didn’t bother to mention what she didn’t do. I figured that was just assumed at this point. She’d know what I was talking about. She gave my hand a squeeze in return.
“No, I don’t regret that I waited,” she said. “I’m so glad I waited for you, that we saved ourselves for each other. Only…”
“Only?”
“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “It sounds really fucking stupid, even to me.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. I pulled into her neighborhood, but I was going a little slower than was strictly necessary. I wanted to give her time to work through this and it’s not like I was holding up traffic or anything by creeping down the road. I figured the only people who were actually out were coming home from that party we just left or small town cops cruising around looking for drunk drivers. Or maybe they were out looking for cow tippers. I wasn’t sure what the criminal element did in a place like this when they weren’t busy cooking meth.
“Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds? I’ve been agonizing over this fantasy, over how ridiculous it sounds, for the past month! Next to that nothing you say could possibly sound ridiculous,” I said.
I pulled into her parents’ driveway and put the car in park, but made no move to get out. This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to interrupt. She was finally letting loose a little bit. She was finally telling me how she felt about tonight. I wasn’t going to interrupt that for anything. Sleep could wait.
“It’s like this,” she said. “And I realize this is really convoluted fucking logic, so I’m admitting that ahead of time.”
“Okay, go ahead.”
Idly she reached out and traced a hand up and down my leg, though she didn’t make any move towards my cock like she had every other time she did that particular move today. I figured that was a good sign. She wasn’t thinking with the brain down below, if that was even something girls could think with. No, she was just working through things.
“Well it’s like this,” she said. “I figure back when I was with David I was saving myself for marriage, or for the man I was going to marry. That’s why I didn’t do anything with him. I wasn’t sure he was the one, and it turned out I was right when we ended up breaking up before I went off to college.”
“Makes sense,” I said.
“Well the thing is now I’m already married. I already saved myself for marriage. And that ship has sailed,” she continued.
I nodded along with her, letting her work it out. My cock was rock hard as she worked through the convoluted sexy logic of the situation, because I had a good idea which station this particular logic train was making a stop at.
“So now that I already saved myself for marriage, well I figure it isn’t as big a deal if I were to get with David.”
Abby looked at me and there was a hesitant smile on her face. She was looking at me almost as though she was asking permission. It was a look that made me want to burst out in laughter. Relieved laughter as well as amused laughter. That was it? That was where this was all going?
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
I couldn’t help but shake with laughter just a little bit. The situation was just too ridiculous.
“I already told you I didn’t mind if you got up to a little hanky-panky with him,” I said.
Abby bit her lip. “You said you didn’t mind if there was maybe some making out, some heavy petting. You never said it was okay if I slept with him. Hell, I figured going out into the woods without you was taking things too far. I thought the blowjob was definitely taking things a little too far. I just got so overwhelmed, things got out of control…”
I reached out and stroked her cheek.
“We didn’t agree to that, but it was so hot,” I said. “And it made me realize that I want this. I want everything.”
“Everything? Are you sure?”
“If that’s what you want,” I said.
Abby tried to look away but I used my hand on her cheek to pull her back until our eyes were locked with one another. “Is that what you want honey? Do you want to fuck him?”
She looked down. “I don’t know. Tonight was so hot, but I’m still not one hundred percent sure. It would be so hot!”
“What would make you feel better about this? Better about trying it?”
“You’re absolutely certain you want this?”
“Fuck yes! The question is do you want it?”
“I think I do. I’d just have to meet with him in person to be sure. Talk about things with him one-on-one. Make sure he’s on the same page as us, make sure he knows this is just a fling and not a relationship. He needs to know I’m not looking to replace you, just to have a little fun on the side.”
I grinned. “I’m sure he’d love being your piece on the side.”
Abby grinned right back at me. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind either, but I have to talk to him about a few things first.”
I shrugged. “So how about you meet him for a lunch date tomorrow? Talk things over?”
“You’d be okay with that?”
“I’m okay with whatever you work out as long as I get to watch and you’re not falling for the guy.”
Abby laughed. “Fall for cowboy horse boy? He’s hot, but no. Not a chance of that. I’m a one-man woman, and you’re that man.”
Abby’s face twisted as though she’d just eaten something particularly sour. “Okay so maybe I’m more than a one-man woman, but you’re the only man I want to come home to at the end of the day.”
“Close enough,” I said. “Why don’t you text him and see what he’s up to tomorrow? If things go well maybe we could all come back to the house for a little fun.”
Abby got her phone out and started tapping on it as we made our way into her house. He must’ve been waiting right at his phone because it almost immediately buzzed. She looked up at me. Smiled.
“Lunch is a go tomorrow.”
Earlier in the day her saying something like that probably would’ve twisted my insides into a nervous mess. Only now I was just turned on. I couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow brought.
14: Lunch Date
I always felt weird in Abby’s old room. Her parents hadn’t changed anything since she left for college, and so it was as though I was in a room that was a window into my wife’s life when she was a teenager.
She even still had up old pictures of her and David from back in the day. A picture of them smiling at some theme park. A picture of them smiling outside the stadium I’d seen as just a dark silhouette against an even darker night sky last night when we were leaving the reunion. Before I’d always felt a flash of jealousy when I saw those pictures, but now as I looked at them I felt something different. Arousal. Burning desire.
It was definitely a bit of a change from how I felt the last time we came up to visit for the holidays.
The predominant theme in her room was pink. And lace. Basically imagine your typical girl’s bedroom and you’re close. Except hers was pretty damn big. Her dad was one of the few doctors in their small town and so he lived comparatively well. She said he was only out earned by a few of the richer farmers who lived out in
the country, but as far as living in the actual town he had about the nicest house you could get. So her room was a huge. So huge that I hesitated to even call it a room. A queen-size bed dominated one part of it, and there were posters strewn along the wall. The room actually ran the entire length of the upstairs, and there was an attached bathroom with a large shower as well.
Yeah, for a small town girl my wife had certainly lived large when she was growing up. No siblings helped.
I was leaning back on her bed listening to the sound of her shower running and waiting to see what she was going to wear for her lunch date. I couldn’t help but think of it that way. Though it wasn’t really a date so much as preparing for a hook up. At least I hoped it would turn into preparing for a hook up.
The shower shut off and I heard her moving around in the bathroom. Briefly I considered going over to see what she was doing, but decided against it. I wanted to be surprised by the whole package. She said she had a special surprise for me, and I definitely didn’t want to ruin my special surprise, whatever it was. So I forced myself to sit back and half paid attention to the TV.
It was an old-style TV, not even a flat-panel. No, it was a squat box sitting on top of one of her dressers and angled towards her bed. It was a big box, to be sure, but it had cable attached to it at least. She told me there were some people who lived out in the country in this area who still didn’t have cable.
I wondered how they lived.
I wasn’t really paying attention to what was on TV anyways. No, all my senses were keyed in on the sounds coming from her bathroom. They were familiar sounds, and yet they were different at the same time. She was using the old equipment she had from when she was growing up. I imagined these were the same sounds she used to make when she was getting ready to go out on a date with him, and surprisingly enough even that thought was enough to make my cock rock hard. I was amazed at the extent that this fantasy had taken hold of my imagination that I was a getting turned on just by thinking back ten years to when she was doing this that fateful summer.