by Alina Sawyer
'Yes, she's a member,' he answered, his eyes still fixed on the woman in red.
'Is she -- available? Open to suggestion?'
He glanced at her. The contrast couldn't have been greater. Short, iron-grey hair, a severe black dress, sheer black stockings, but not unattractive. She seemed a little drunk.
He smiled. 'You'd have to ask her.'
'I think I might join the club. If only to find out if she'd -- like to do things ...'
'The club' was the local tennis club. The president, Tony Parker, was throwing a party to celebrate his birthday, and the evening was going well, a few couples dancing, a Beatles CD playing softly, and the bar doing a brisk trade.
The woman in red was listening to a short, bald, florid-faced man who couldn't take his eyes off her breasts, while she glanced around the room, idly twirling and empty wine glass, a polite smile fixed on her face, but obviously bored.
'Excuse me -- I think it's time for a little chivalry.'
He made his way round the dance floor and smiled at the woman.
'Your glass is empty. Need a refill?'
She smiled at him gratefully. 'That would be nice! Thank you!'
He lightly gripped her bare arm just above the elbow.
'You don't mind, do you?' he said to the bald man, and steered her towards the bar.
'And thank you for that, too! If he'd kept talking much longer, I'd have screamed!'
He looked at her glass, and raised his eyebrows.
'Dry white wine, please.'
He bought the wine and a pint of beer for himself, and they toasted other silently.
'The woman over there, in the black, she's taken a fancy to you -- she wondered if "you'd like to do things."'
She glanced at the woman quizzically, a half-smile on her lips. Perhaps, it said.
The woman smiled back demurely, running the tip of her tongue over her lips. I hope so ...
He took a long drink of beer, looking down at her breasts.
She had another sip of wine. 'My car's being serviced. It needs a part or something, and I came with Janet Watson in her car, but she had to leave early. Any chance of a lift?'
'No problem. Whenever you're ready.'
A man bumped into her, and her breasts brushed his arm, and he inhaled her perfume.
'When we've finished our drinks. My lady in black seems to have disappeared -- maybe you talking to me has frightened her off!'
'She said she might join the club, just to meet you, so I probably haven't spoiled the romance!'
She giggled, smiling at him over the rim of her glass, and he drank the last of his beer.
They said goodnight to their host, again wishing him a happy birthday. He'd obviously had quite a lot to drink -- he was a tall man, wearing an open-necked polo shirt and a blazer, and he beamed and kissed her on the cheek, holding her hand and squeezing her breast with his other hand, unsuccessfully trying to shield what he was doing with his body.
'Good night, goodnight, my lovely favourite mixed doubles partner!' he boomed, and kissed the woman's cheek again, narrowly missing her mouth.
They left the club, standing in the porch for a moment. It was dark, the wind picking up and rustling in the trees, and the first drops of rain started to splash down. He took his jacket off and slipped it round her bare shoulders, and their fingers touched as she adjusted it. The gravel crunched under their feet as they made their way to his car, and he opened to passenger door for his, being rewarded by an expansive glimpse of bare thighs, gleaming in the dim glow of the interior light.
He started the car, and they set off.
'From the way Tony Parker was behaving, it looked as though you two play more than doubles,' he observed. 'Has he had you?'
'What a question! But if you must know, yes, a few times.' She shrugged. 'He's nothing special -- he's a much better on the tennis court than in bed.'
He pulled up outside a large detached house, and she turned, leaning towards him.
He kissed her. Her lips were soft and cool, and his mouth started to work on hers. Her lips parted, and their tongues found each other, dancing lazily, and he cupped the breast recently vacated by Tony Parker's hand, squeezing it gently.
They kissed for several minutes, wetly, and then they broke apart.
Her breath was coming rapidly, and he continued to fondle her breast.
She hesitated, then: 'A quick coffee?'
He nodded, and released her breast. Again he opened the car door for her, and again he was treated to the sight of her bare thighs as she placed first one foot and then the other on the ground as he stared down at her legs and the considerably amount of cleavage she revealed as she bent to climb out of the car.
She let them into the house, and he followed her into the kitchen.
She shrugged off his jacket and switched on the kettle, spooning coffee into a сafetiere -- he was standing behind her, and she leaned back against him as his hands slipped round her and fondled her breasts.
'Undo me,' she whispered, and he unzipped her dress and pushed it down, and unhooked her bra. She slipped her arms free of both of them, and stood naked to the waist as he crushed her bare breasts, pinching her nipples, tugging them, brushing his thumbs back and forth as he kneaded her breasts, kissing her neck while she pressed herself back against his hardening penis.
The kettle boiled, and she poured water into the сafetiere as he kissed her bare shoulders. She found two mugs, and they went into the living room, sitting on the sofa while the coffee brewed for a few minutes.
He started at her naked breasts, capped by large stippled aureoles and prominent nipples, already stiff from his ministrations, and they kissed wetly, open-mouthed, until the coffee was ready.
She poured it into the mugs, and then turned back to him. He slipped his arm round her half-naked body and pulled her to him as the kissed again. The kiss became more passionate, and he dropped his free hand to her bare thigh, slowly sliding it up through the slit until his fingers touched her panties.
She gasped, squirming against him as he pushed his fingers inside her panties. She was dripping wet, and he felt her hand grasping his penis through his trousers.
The coffee was forgotten as she hauled her dress up around her waist. Her panties were silk, peach coloured, and he admired them for a moment before she raised her hips to help him slide them down her legs and off her feet, as she fumbled to free his erect penis from his trousers.
She leaned back into the corner of the sofa, pulling him down to her, guiding his penis into her, and he started to fuck her slowly.
She closed her eyes, her teeth clamped on her bottom lip as he gripped her soft breast, feeling its nipple hard as a pebble in the palm of his hand. She pushed herself up to meet his strokes -- it seemed as though his penis was getting larger -- and even harder -- inside her, as it penetrated deeper and deeper into her warm, wet vagina.
She seemed to feel it growing, too -- her eyes opened, and she clutched his arms, arching her back to grind her naked breasts against his chest.
He kissed her wetly, open-mouthed, as once again their tongues found each other. He slid his hand up and down her bare thigh and gripped her soft bottom as her breath began to come faster and faster, until she was almost panting into his mouth.
He felt her tighten her muscles around his penis, and she threw her head back, her nails digging into his arms, and then she gave a little cry as her body stiffened, and she began to jerk spasmodically as her orgasm swept through her, and at the same moment his semen started to spurt into her, in fierce, uncontrollable jets.
She flung her arms round his neck, kissing him feverishly as he emptied himself into her, holding her to him until they both quieted, and their breathing returned to normal.
At last, she took a deep breath and smiled at him weakly.
'It's time for you to go, I think,' she whispered, and kissed him lightly on the lips. 'And I'd better get up to bed, in case your father wakes up and wonders where I am!'
The End.
A Trucker Takes My Wife Again
After our first adventure at the truck stop, my wife and I became hooked. The trucker culture became quite a turn on for us, even escalating into a fetish. It was becoming a lifestyle for us. In a way it was as though we were escaping our normal selves and entering into a very unique and different culture. Most days we would get home from work and listen to the cb and the trucker talk. My wife would get on with her sexy voice and call handle of Hotwife and it would drive the truckers wild. She was getting pretty good with the cb lingo and she could now rattle on like an experienced trucker or dispatcher. We liked to eat out at the diner of the local truck stop. We would sometimes wonder how many of the truckers passing through right before us had heard Hotwife on the radio. And we wondered how many had been flashed by her as she was now becoming a prolific trucker flasher. She was becoming well known for her nice set of headlights.
Hotwife loved to wear the anklet she had been given after her first trucker fucking. It was summer and hot in the great white north, and her anklet was easy to see with the shorts and skirts she wore. We wondered how many people noticed it, and if so, how many people would know the meaning behind it. It did look silly with only one charm on it, the one given by Bulldog. We decided that she should add to the anklet, though we may have been justifying the thrill we had for trucker fucking.
Discretion was very important to us. We learned this when we first started swinging, and even more so when we tried dogging. We stopped dogging when some weirdos were trying to take our pics with their cell phones. We are both professionals in the vanilla world, and we could be considered upstanding members of the community. But our healthy sexual appetites would not be understood by mainstream society. That is why we proceed very cautiously. We had decided to use different truck stops with each adventure, to help protect our identities and to protect our privacy. It was also a great way to see the country and more realms of the trucker life. Our den was being transformed into a trucker room where we placed a cb and some trucker posters, and a journal of truckers we had talked to or fucked. We put up a map of our state and started identifying truck stops. The truck stops we haven't been to would be marked red and the ones we had been to would be marked blue. We were feeling more adventurous this week so we chose a distant stop that was almost an all day drive across the state.
We left Saturday morning and took to the open road. Some folks may find a long drive boring, but we enjoyed the nice day. We listened to the trucker chatter and my wife would get on and give teases with her sexy radio voice. She had plenty of truckers to flash and she proudly displayed her DD breasts that were affectionately called the headlights. My wife would point out to me the big rigs she liked. Sometimes the truck was just as exciting and noticeable as the trucker. We had lunch at a truck stop and my wife's topic of conversation centered to guessing which trucker drove which big rig. It was an interesting game to play. We took back to the road and finished our journey. We checked in to a hotel and went down to the chosen truck stop to scout it out. We saw some big rigs pulling in early to get a good spot on party row.
Party row is the very back row where the big rigs park. That is where the crazy shit happens at truck stops. It is the furthest point away from most of the eyes and ears and security cameras. We could already see a lot lizard strutting back and forth along party row. A lot lizard is trucker talk for a prostitute. At first Hotwife thought she would have some competition from the lot lizard. However, after dinner we saw that same lot lizard up close and she had nothing over my wife, plus my wife fucked for the fun of it and not for crack money. I took some notes on the truck stop layout, places where we could park our car, noted security cameras, and the routes the lot lizards took.
We spent the next several hours taking in the local sites and shopping as though we were normal people having a weekend getaway. We had some drinks at the local brewery and started to look forward to the night's adventures. Perhaps part of the thrill was we never really knew what was going to happen. We liked to plan and prepare, but we were sure to have some surprises. Part of the preparation was Hotwife getting ready for the night. It was to become almost a ritual as she spent a lot of time in the bathroom freshening up and applying her makeup. She wore panties with Hotwife written on and her babydoll nighty and robe that she had worn last time. She looked so beautiful dressed like that it was hard for me to resist fucking her right then and there.
We pulled into the truck stop and parked in the car lot where we could have a good view of the big rigs. My wife scanned over the trucks with a pair of binoculars. It was dark rather soon and she hadn't seen any big rigs that caught her attention enough to fuck the trucker. We listened on the cb as the lot lizards started calling out advertising their services as commercial company. These lot lizards would rattle on the radio until a trucker would take interest and then they would switch to a more private channel to negotiate. My wife put down her binoculars and I asked if she had picked one. She hadn't and I asked what she wanted to do. She smiled and picked up the cb and started advertising herself.
"Breaker one, breaker one, this is Hotwife looking for a good time at the truck stop. I'm not commercial company I am just out for the thrill of it. I am a swinger and my husband likes to watch. Looking to try out the sleeper of a big rig", she called out. The response was overwhelming and it became hard to hear all the chatter.
"I'm at the truck stop now, so if you're ready and interested flash your lights for me now", called out Hotwife. The next thing I know half the lot was flashing lights. "Okay, okay, I have a trucker anklet with a tag on it and I'm looking to add to it. If you have a tag to give me flash your lights now."
Now there were a lot fewer trucks flashing their lights. Someone asked Hotwife to send a picture on her phone. "I don't send pictures. I'm no lot lizard I'm just a lady with the hots for truckers. I do have neck length dark brown hair and brown eyes with a great pair of 38 DDs. I am not skinny minnie that you might break, but I'm not a big girl either. I have a little cushion for the push'in. Now which one of you truckers is the biggest and burliest?", asked Hotwife.
Several truckers responded, but a trucker with the call handle of BigBear claimed to be 6'4 and 295 pounds. Hotwife asked if that was real and several other truckers chimed onto the radio to confirm it. Hotwife had him turn his lights on so we could find his big rig before telling him we would be there in a few minutes. A lot lizard got on the cb and bitched that Hotwife was stealing her work. We laughed as I turned the radio off and leaned over to give my wife a big long kiss.
We stepped out of the car and I took my wife by the hand to lead her through the route I that I thought we would be the safest and least noticeable. We ducked under trailers twice, once to avoid a cop passing through and another time to avoid a lot lizard. It seemed like a long walk with just enough danger to make it fun before we were upon BigBear's Volvo big rig. Hotwife stepped up and knocked on the door. The door opened and Hotwife climbed in and I followed.
BigBear was indeed a big, bear sized man. I reckon that he was around 50 years old. He had short salt and pepper hair that looked like a crew cut and a long handle bar mustache. He had the look of experiencing decades on the open road. He sat in the driver seat wearing a tee shirt and boxers. He was very burly with a very thick neck and broad shoulders. He had a big chest and a bit of a belly on him too. Everything about him seemed massive, even his hands. I am sure BigBear encountered a lot of things in his years trucking, but I don't know as though he had ever had a hotwife while her husband watched. He greeted us politely but remained at the driver's seat as though he were unsure what to do. I sat down in the passenger seat and Hotwife made her way to the sleeper.
"They tell me that I have to be naked whenever I'm in a big rig. You don't mind do you?", asked Hotwife as she started to open her robe.
"Oh, no, go right ahead", said BigBear in a deep voice. Hotwife smiled and removed her robe and tossed it over to me. BigBear and I wat
ched intently as my wife seductively undressed. She turned away from us and slowly lowered her panties. She bent over giving us a great view of her great round ass. She turned back around and with a smile she slid one strap and then the other of her nighty off her shoulders and it slowly fell to the ground. Hotwife gave us some twists and turns to show off her body and then hopped onto the bed. She stretched out and rubbed all over the bed.
"Big rigs get me so horny BigBear. There is just something about them that makes me want to get fucked silly in them, fucked by a big and burly trucker. You're a big and burly trucker, BigBear, and you have a nice big rig." Hotwife turned on her side with one knee raised she started to slowly lick her lips and play with one of her nipples in one hand while she started to finger her pussy with the other. "Won't you come fuck me, trucker?"
BigBear shot me a quick glance. "Have at her", I said with a smile.
With that BigBear pulled his tee shirt off to reveal a very hairy chest. He rose from his seat and took a couple steps before dropping his boxers and climbing on Hotwife. He really did look like a bear as he seemed so big and hairy on top of my wife. She looked so small in comparison. His big hands were soon all over her boobs. She tried to spread her legs wide for BigBear, but the small quarters left one of her legs pushed up against the wall and the other dangling off the bed. BigBear took Hotwife's tits into his mouth one at a time. After a moment, BigBear repositioned himself and reached down to feel Hotwife's pussy. He ran his fingers along the outside before sliding in to feel her hot and wet pussy. He lined up his big and thick cock and slid it into my wife's pussy. Hotwife let out some moans of pleasure. Bigbear began pumping away and I watched as his massive body pushed back and forth against Hotwife who seemed tiny and as though she were being consumed by a bear. He humped away on her like this for awhile but the big man was either bumping against the wall or falling off the bed due to his colossal size.
BigBear climbed of Hotwife and took a step back. He had her lean over the sleeper and he mounted her from behind. This gave him more room to fuck, but left me with little to see. I could barely see my wife under the massive body of BigBear. I could however hear her pant and moan as she got fucked by the biggest and burliest trucker at the stop. The intensity of Hotwife's moans picked up and I could tell she had at least one orgasm. After awhile BigBear got up and sat back down in the driver's seat. He slid the seat back and tilted the steering wheel up and out of the way. "Come on over and take a ride", he called to my wife.