We had decided to meet at the mall. I wanted it to be somewhere public with lots of people and easy exits. I had never just met up with a stranger before, especially not off the internet. I had gotten married long before Tinder, and felt I was too old for it now. Also I am terrified that hubby might find me on there, so I have avoided all dating type apps to date. But I have had a hunger, for a long time now, that has been building and growing. Its not that I wanted to start cheating, but once I started, I haven't wanted to stop. I have even considered asking my husband to allow me a bull, though I am doubtful as to how that conversation would go. When I found the weird locals ads site Locanto I was very dubious, and nervous, I had thought to maybe put up an ad, but couldn't think what to write, and didn't want to put pictures up somewhere local that hubby might see. I don't know for sure he is cheating, but there have been the signs for a long time. Whatever he is doing seems to be working for us enough for now. Maybe it will be different when all 3 kids are out of the house, for the moment 1 in college, and another getting ready to go in the fall, we have 3 more years before an empty nest.

As I scrolled through the personals section under the Casual Encounters it was the title that intrigued me. "Seeking a sexual adventurer", there were not a lot of details under the ad, but I hit the reply button and sent a standard, "Still Looking?" type reply. I had no real idea what I was doing, and sort of figured the person on the other end was a serial killer, or lived in his mom's basement, or some other type of troll, but for whatever reason that night I was indeed feeling in need of an adventure. I checked back several times that night to see if there had been any response, but my message wasn't even read. I was disappointed, and fell asleep, and more for less forgot about it until the next morning when the response came. After some introductory conversation we switched from the Locanto app, to exchanging numbers and started to text. I don't know why but we just kind of hit it off. There was none of the usual immediate demands, or unsolicited dick pics, or just trying to get me to send nudes. He seemed genuinely intertested in me, and we spent all morning and through lunch just chatting in text. Then he said he needed to get to work, but asked if he could call me on the phone. That made my heart flutter a little, one because I was nervous and two because no one seemed to have time for the phone to just talk anymore.

His name is Keith, he is a long haul trucker, works for one of the large national names. I could hear the rumble of the engine, and the hum of the road at first, when I picked up his call. He hit a button on his headset, and then all I could hear was his voice. It was calm, and gentle, low but not deep or gruff, just pleasant to listen to. He has a sweet southern drawl that I've always been partial to, the South Carolina genteel accent, and his manner was the same, all gentleman. I was finding it odd that I had responded to an ad, assuming it would be some creep, and yet here was this perfect gentleman it seemed, who genuinely wanted to get to know me a little, before anything else. We talked at length about our backgrounds, our families, life, it was nearly 3pm when he finally started talking about his ad, and what he was looking for. He explained that he was looking for friends along his route, and that he was hoping to at least have a possible regular meet up in an area he would normally stop to sleep, or the possibility of someone who might want to join him on the road for a few days. He said he would be in my area later that evening, around 6pm, and that's when I suggested the mall.

It was a few weeks before Easter, and I used the excuse of needing to do Easter shopping to leave around and go to meet up. I told him I would be in a pink tracksuit, with white stripe, and he sent me his picture, just his face, so I would know what he looked like. I asked him to get a table at the food court and I would look for him there. I saw him almost right away, he wasn't tall, only around 5'6 standing. So at 5'10 I towered over him a litte, but seated he and I were exactly eye level. He hard large burly arms, and a barrel chest, and a slight paunch in his belly. He had a long beard, and was wearing a worn and faded John Deere hat on his bald head, he was wearing a polo shirt with his company logo, and a pair of jeans that were so blue they looked like they had just come from the Levis factory. He stood up as soon as he saw me, and tipped his hat to me.

"Pleasure to meet you darlin'", he was all smiles and cheery. "I haven't been to this mall before, but sure does look fancy. So what do you think? Am I too scary? Or should we go get a drink, and I can explain to you exactly what it is that I am looking for?"

He had been polite, and cordial all day, but it was clear now he was finally ready to get down to business: as was I. I let him take my arm, and escort me to the mall Applebee's, and into the bar. The place I had choosen was about 30 minutes from my house, one that I rarely ever came to, and no one I knew frequented. We got a booth at the back of the resturant, a bit away from the other tables, as I requested, and sat facing one another.

"Let me start by saying you're gorgeous, truly, and if you decide your not into what I'm looking for then we will just part ways and leave it at that. I know what I like ain't for everyone. But it's like this, I get lonely on the road, driving most of the week. I've never really been great with relationships. I am gone to much, and the girls I tend to like don't tend to sit still at home alone. And right now I am really just looking for a friend and playmate. Someone who isn't looking for love or a relationship. Someone who likes to show off and be shown off. To put it too you plainly, I am a cuckold, without a partner, I love the idea of watch other people fuck my girlfriend...only, I don't have a girlfriend. And that's what I'm looking for, someone to play that role, to be my girlfriend for the hour, or the day, or maybe a weekend." he spoke slowly and gently, his words not quiet at a whisper, but his tone down to avoid eavedropping. I was nodding along, and my mouth was hanging a little agape listening, but inside my whole body was awash in waves of electric tingles of excitement. Some how it was exactly what I wanted to, even though I had never thought about it until that very moment.

"Yes!" I said, perhaps a bit to eagerly. He had been studying my eyes, not eyeing my tits like most boys, and now it was his jaw that dropped just a little, and then he broke into a grin.

"I'm your girl, yes, tell me what I have to do? When can we start? Where do we go? I...", I was too excited getting it out, and he interupted me

"Slow down missy, all in good time. There are some rules, and things I will want. I want to make sure you're really 100% all in before we start", he said, laughing. It was getting noisy in the resturant, "Do you trust me enough yet to go somewhere a bit more private?"

I nodded saying "Yea, I think that might be okay"

He paid the check and took my arm in his, and guided me back through and out of the mall to the parking lot. Way in the back there was a large sleeper cab Volvo truck, with a bright red cab: it matched my dress. He guided me up into the cab, and showed me into the camper section in the back. It was supringingly spacious. We sat at the table in back that converts into his bed. He offered me a drink, which I obliged, and taking my usual these days of straight vodka, which he had. I dropped the shot and asked for another. Dropped that one and asked for water with lemon if he had it. He didn't, unsurpringly, but he pulled a bottled water from the fridge, and handed to me. I took it from his and and took a long swing.

"So.." I started, "you were saying?"

He smiled at me sweetly. "So, here it is plainly. I want you to pretend to be my wife, in every way. Yes I would like to have sex with you, I would like to see you naked. But I would especially like to watch you fuck other men. It excites me the idea of my 'wife' being watched, or touched or fucked in front of me."

I was more than a little intrigued. Cautiously I poured myself another shot. Only I didn't drink it this time, instead opting to let it simmer a moment on the table.

"So how would we start? When would we? What would you...", I was already ready to go with him, I don't even really know why. Something about his green eyes just made me melt. He wasn't what I would call sexy, maybe rugged, or just manly. It was more to do with his relaxed nature. He was honest, and straight forward and didn't seem to want to waste time beating around the bush but also didn't seem to mind if I did. And my bush needed beating right about then as it happened.

His eyes were gleaming. He was only drinking water himself, and eyeing me carefully as I had helped myself to more of his vodka. Not in a judgemental way, more of a curious, let me see how she handles herself manner.

"We could start right now if you wish", go sit up in the passenger seat, he gestured toward the front of the cabin. I eased down the shot I had left sitting on the table, squeeze my big booty out from the little camper booth and sashayed passed him to the passenger seat, making sure his eyes were all over my fat ass as I did. He admired and when I was sitting in the seat, he came forward and got behind the driver side. There was no trailer attached that night, he told me he was 'bob-tailing' home that night. He started teh truck, and put on his seat belt, and had me put on mine. The night had not been super warm, and it was slightly chilly, he put the heater on in the cab, and the warmer on my seat, and told me we would drive a loop out on the highway around the area, and he had a game he wanted to play, to see if I would play along. I was entirely all in.

The mall is only a mile off the highway, and as we started running saw a couple of trucks up ahead of us. He pulled down the mic for his radio and started trying to call them. At first there were no answers, and we passed a few more trucks before he finally found what he was looking for. It was impossible for me to understand half of what he was saying, it was in some kind of trucker code mixed with his carolina drawl, and the crackling voics on the other end were even more decipherable. But then he looked over at me and asked,

"So what you got on under that prutty pink track suit anyway?"

I smiled, as it happend I was wearing a white silk V neck camisole top, that was loose, with spaghetti straps, and showed off my cleavage and let me nipples poke out nicely. In the right light its nearly see through. I unzipped the track top, and slide it slowly off my shoulders, letting him get an eyeful of my tits, as the cami was slightly hanging out as I leaned forward. His eyes tried not to leave the road, but he was definitely taking peeks. Then he said,

"Okay, you see that truck up there, the yellow one, when we get up level with the driver, I want you to lift you shirt and give him an eyeful of your tits"

I was getting wet, and my nipples were standing erect. I slide the shoulder harness off and set it behind me, and loosend up the lap belt. As we came along side the yellow truck, we were in the middle of 3 lanes, the truck was in the far right, and when we got level with the drivers window he eased up and set the cruise control, something they had apparently discussed on the radio, and both slowed to around 55 mph. As soon as I could see the truckers in the yellow truck, there were two of them, I lifted my cami over my head and let it drop onto the floor of the cab. Then I sat up and pushed my tits against the window and smushed them, over and over while making kissy faces at the boys. There was all kinds of hootin an hollerin on the radio and then Keith said,

"Now pull down them pants and show 'em that fat ass sexy!"

He was grinning now, and I excitedly pulled my tits away from the window, reached back and pulled down my sweats, still facing the window, see he could get the first view. Then I turned to face him, and leaned forward trying to push my naked ass back to the window. It took a minute, but as my cheek made contact with the cold glass and I started grinding my soaking wet pusssy against it the radio once again started to crackle with all kinds of hootin' and cheers and more talk I couldn't understand. We had to slow for traffic, and get behind them a moment, and then pulled back out into the open lane to pull back along side.

"Show 'em your clit", he urged "play with yourself, finger your pussy!"

As we came along side I had my pussy lips spread back, with both hands, I was on my knees, leaning back, legs as far apart as I could manage on the seat and I began playing with my clit and fingering my sopping wet cunny. The response on the radio was the loudest yet, but then Keith signed off and sped back up to 70, pulling away from the other truck. I sat back in the seat, and fiddle with the lever to get the back to lay back further, and then put my feet up against the dash and started playing with myself, squeezing my clit, squeezing my nipples, and then fingering myself, doing my best to turn so he could watch, eventually getting one leg over nearly in his lap. He was clearly excited, peeking over and trying to drive and pay attention to the road.

"I love this game Keith," I purred "Pull over somewhere...now"

He looked at me, somewhat confused at first, but after a mile he took an exit and pulled off in the parking lot of a Walmart. The moment he put it in park, and set the air brakes, I slide of my seat and over to his chair. My hand was on his cock and pulling him out of his britches while he was still trying to shut it down. His cock was nicely shaped, with big meaty balls, all covered in black hair, and he stood a nice almost 7 inches erect. I gobbled him down hungrily, slobbering all over his knob. He was already leaking pre-cum and I used my tongue to lap up every delicous morsel of it from his cockhole. I worked his shaft in my hand while he began to grope my tits and side with his right hand, while guiding my head down his cock with his left. After a minute he erupted into my mouth, and I soaked him down hard, into the back of my throat, using my gullet to pump his cockhead as I swallowed and gagged his jizz down into my belly. He groaned loudly and I began gently squeezing his balls and deep throating him much as I could to milk out his last drops. He sat back in his chair in a satisfying slump.

"Yes" I said gleefully, "I will be your wife and play along. Whatever you say, I'm in!"