After we drove back to the mall that night, I desperately wanted to fuck him, but I had promised Hubby to be home by 9, and it was already past 8:30, and I still had to drive home. I gathered up my things and slid back into the camper to dress while he drove. I used the potty to freshen up and then joined him back in the cab as we were pulling back off the highway. I kissed him, longer perhaps than I should have, and it made me ache hungrily for more. I apologized for having to cut things short but promised to make time available for him as soon as he was back in town. We parted ways, and I drove him in silence, trying to dream up an excuse to get away for a few days for an adventure with Keith. I was so hot and bothered when I got home that I didn't even mind hubby being annoyed I was late and even offered to blow him as a consolation. I was pleasantly surprised when he obliged. Recently he has taken to mostly ignoring me and often seems to try to avoid situations that might lead to sex. That night he let me go to work, and I gave him a great blow job, and even let him cum on my face, and then watch me lick it back off with my fingers and tongue, something I know he enjoys.

It was almost a month before I was able to arrange to meet Keith again. I told my husband I had to go to a work event in DC for the night and planned to spend the following day in town and meet up with some friends before heading back. He agreed begrudgingly, arguing only briefly. I rarely went out and generally spent all my time at home taking care of him and the kids, but now with the oldest in college and the middle one headed out the door he had been encouraging me in my going back to work. Three months prior, in January when I started the new job, the company sent me to DC for a week for training. So it wasn't that unusual to him that I needed to go there again. It was a welcome change, and it made for a convenient excuse.

In truth I drove about 10 miles north, in the opposite direction and parked my car at a large trucking warehouse. Less than 20 minutes later Keith rolled out of the warehouse with a trailer behind his red truck, and I hopped up in the cab. The whole way south that night we played his game, pulling alongside other trucks, showing me off to them, performing requests, that night we stopped at a Truck Stop somewhere near Georgia. We had sex a few times on the bed in the back that night. He didn't have a huge dick, but he knew how to swing it, and he had a perfect angle, with my legs up and a pillow under my ass where his cock would hit my G-spot just right. I even thought he might make me squirt a few times. I fell asleep that night in his arms, 'a happy wife', truly. I even lay there a bit picturing my life on the road with him, and what it might be like. He was kind, and gentle, and he loved to pay attention to me. His eyes were always all over me, especially if I was showing off for others.

He had me stay in the bunk early that morning while he dropped his load and picked up his backhaul. As we pulled back onto the highway heading north again, he was in a relaxed and happy mood. I had taken a quick shower in the little camper bathroom, and came out, wrapped only in a towel, hugged my arms around his neck, and began kissing him as he drove.

"Will we stop for breakfast?" I asked, "I'm starving!"

I let the towel drop, and my tits where brushing lightly against his neck and pressing into his shoulder. He reached back and pinched my nipple, and I dropped to my knees, half behind him, half in his seat and gave him head while he drove. He dropped off his nice creamy load in my belly just before we pulled into a truck stop, and he took me to breakfast.

“Do I get a back-haul later too?” I asked, wiggling my fat ass at him.

He swatted it good and hard and said, “I’m gonna run all up and down you back side later sweet cheeks”

I toweled off and changed into a slinky black dress that I had packed, it had a V neck line that exposed my cleavage well and was short enough that a good breeze would expose my naked ass to the world, paired with a set of black wedges that shaped my ample ass nicely. I walked with my arm around his waist, cuddling close to him, snuggling up like we were newlyweds. I even told the waitress at the diner that we had just been married and were heading on our honeymoon soon as he finished his backhaul. He was grinning ear to ear, enjoying my playful ruse.

On the drive back to Maryland, he was full of questions. Asking me about how many boys I had been with, how many BJs I had given, if I had ever been with more than one guy at a time, how many, how many times, did I like swallowing, did I like anal, was there anything I didn't like? It didn't feel like an interrogation, it felt like a fun game. He enjoyed listening to me explain about my experiences in high school, in college, and what life had been like since being married. I told him about Danny the plumber. I told him about my friend Mr. Chirstopher, from high school. I gave him exact details of various group blow jobs, and group sex experiences I had had.

"So did you like all that?" he finally asked. "Is it something you would still consider doing?"

I wanted to hesitate. I was still getting to know him and was worried perhaps I had been too honest about all these things. My husband didn't know half as much about my past as this random trucker I had met on Locanto did now.

"I...I loved every moment of it back then. I have never looked back with regret on a single experience, even the bad ones or the boring ones. Would I do it again now? at 44?"

I paused for a moment.

"I want to say I wouldn't do it again now because I am older and more mature or something, but I would be lying. The truth is Keith...the truth is I have been craving it. I have always been in desperate need of attention, and love to be in the center of it, I have never felt that more than when surrounded by a room full of dicks all wanting to put themselves inside me simultaneously or consecutively. It’s a thrill that I can't really properly explain, but yes...I miss it"

I was soaking wet, and when we pulled off for lunch, I pulled him in the back and rode his dick right on the floor of the camper, hard and aggressively slamming my fat ass down on his balls, then just for fun I turned around and let him watch my ass as I rode him reverse, leaning forward on his cock, trying hard to make sure he didn't pop out. He began to groan and I could feel his cock begin to spasm, and his hot jizz filling up my warm wet cunt. I pulled off him and turned round to suck his balls dry and suck my cunny hunny off his dick while it was still warm and fresh.

I stood over him, just under his arms, and let him watch as I pulled great gobs of his goo out of my hungry twat and then sucked it down off my fingers. I rinsed off quickly in the camper shower while he cleaned up, and then we went off to have lunch. In the truck stop diner he introduced me to a few of his friends, 3 from the same company he worked for, and 2 others from another 'rival' company that apparently, he used to work for. They were an eclectic mix of burly brutes. And although their names were all embroidered on their shirts, I wasn't paying much attention to them. I was hanging all over Keith, kissing him once in a while, making sure that my cleavage hung out just a little more when I would lean over to do so, and then take an extra beat before adjusting my dress back, making sure all his pals could catch a nice peek at the top of an areola, or maybe just a little more.

He was fully erect when we slide out of the booth, and I made sure to let my ass hang out for just a moment as I was getting up, letting the booth leather pull it aside as I slide off the bench. It was a trick I had perfected in high school and was a definite crowd pleaser. As we were walking away, I glanced back and blew a kiss to the boys playfully, and they all waved reflexively. When we got back to the truck, I whipped off my dress and let Keith drop a hot load in my cum box. It took him less than 30 seconds. I put a towel down on the passenger seat, laid it back far as it would go, and sat down, spread my legs apart, aiming myself toward him as best I could, and let him watch as I fingered my twat, scooping him out of me and licking him off my fingers as we got back out on the road. We played his radio game the whole way back up to Maryland. Later that evening we returned to the warehouse where I had parked, and I let him fuck me one more time before kissing him and driving home, while he headed back north on his route.

It was 3 weeks later when he was heading back south again on a longer route. In the meantime, I had already convinced my husband that I would be going for monthly two-day seminars in DC and then meeting up with my college roommate Ana who lived in Falls Church, hanging out with her on Friday night, and would be home Saturday afternoon. I expected him to fight me on it, but he was surprisingly encouraging. Telling me how he wanted me to start getting out more, and getting some time for myself, after having been a stay-at-home mother for the last 19 years. I didn't bother to contemplate why he was so eager to get me out of the house at the time, to be perfectly honest I didn't really care. The truth of it is he had done similar regularly ever since the kids were born and I had taken very little time for myself since. His job took him traveling around the country, and sometimes out of it for up to a week at a time. Now it seemed like a natural transition, and he and the kids seemed to be getting along better as a result as well.

I met Keith again at the warehouse on Thursday morning. I left the house at 6am, and was in his lap by 6:45, already bouncing his cock in my throat as we drove. I had asked him to remove the cupholders at the front of his cab, that blocked me from getting a good angle the last time, and could now get a perfect spot to be on me knees or on my feet, on the floor between the seats, and suck him off without getting in his way. It was perfect. I sucked him all the way to his balls as he started to cum, and slipped my tongue out around them, opening my throat and gullet to him, letting him get way in deep with his dick, as he shot hot gobs of man cream into me. I gagged and convulsed a little as he blew his last drops, but I kept him in deep, licking his hairy nutsack, and slobbering all over his knob, as I pulled back.

"Gotdamn' Kitty!" his exclaimed, "What the fuck was that?!?"

I took my seat, licking my lips, and sucking on my fingers.

"Oh? The tongue thing?" I asked coyly "That's a little trick I learned. You like?"

"Like? That was … amazing … shit girl how long is that tongue? Felt like you were nearly at my asshole with my dick in your mouth!!"

I stuck my tongue for him to see, it’s not extremely long, but I can touch it to the tip of my nose without much trouble, which I demonstrated for him. He nearly swerved off the road a moment he was so enamored. I kicked back in my seat. I was wearing a business pant suit, banker blue pinstripes, with a white silk blouse underneath, and no bra, but I did have on panties because I was already gushing my cunny hunny walking out the door the house. I had already had to change them once in the car waiting for Keith to pull out of the warehouse loading docks, which was fun as several other trucks had rolled my slowly, and I'm certain more than one saw me wriggling out of my pants, and panties, and then sliding a fresh dry pair on, and my pants back up. I did my best not to break the creases so just had to move slowly, no other choice.

Now as I leaned back into the passenger seat, I eased off the jacket and set it behind my seat on a little shelf between the cab and the camper. Keith called it a super sleeper and would joke he could throw a party back there. It did have a lot of space, with a small kitchen, full fridge, fold down bed and table combo, there was a TV, a bathroom with shower, and enough room in the middle to move around comfortably for 1, probably for two, much beyond 3 though seemed like it would be packed, but I never minded small spaces, and Keith kept his house immaculate. Cleaning up every evening before bed, and always washing things somewhere on the road, the exterior, the interior, he had a cabinet full of detailing liquids and pads and was always wiping things down. The seats up front were soft and supple, and he had brought along a special towel for me to cover them, as apparently my cunt juice had been tough to clean the last time, and much as he loved his new wife, he loved that truck a whole lot more. I have known for year that my snail trails leave cum stains. Especially if I am ovulating my cum gets white and thick, while the rest of the time it’s clear, free-flowing and less viscous, but if it gets on certain clothes or couches it leaves a white stain, like a boy’s cum stain. I had apologized profusely in text and said I should have warned him, and even offered to pay for having it cleaned, but he said he didn't mind and would have licked them clean if it was still fresh.

As the miles passed, we started with his usual game, me flashing various trucks at his request, putting on a show for the boys. We stopped briefly for fuel and food around 11 that day, he had me go into the store and get sandwiches for us, while he got the diesel pumping. As we were pulling in, I slipped into the bunkhouse to change, having already stripped off playing on the road. I put on a short red mini skirt, that was a little too small for my fat ass and would show off my big cheeks nicely if I happened to bend over, or you were looking up at me on the stairs. I had red silk thongs underneath, and on top I was wearing a black tracksuit top, it had a large white zipper, that I had pulled about halfway down, revealing I had on nothing underneath. I put on my Converse Chuck’s tennis shoes, and Keith nodded approvingly as I emerged, and then he watched me as I sashayed away, his eyes never leaving my ass as I walked to the store.

Inside I ordered food, and grabbed some drinks, and was in line to pay, when I caught a pair of Spanish men admiring my rear. I made sure to lean over a little extra for them as I went to hand the cashier some cash Keith had handed me. As I walked into the food court area to look for a seat I noticed I was turning several heads along the way. I sat down carefully at a table towards the back, trying to act as ladylike as possible. A tall dark-haired man approached, he was heavy set, with a belly, had broad shoulders, and long legs, and he moved slowly and deliberately towards me. He walked up as I was sitting down, and I was not at just above his crotch level as he spoke.

"Well, hey there darlin'," he said. "I've never seen you round her before. How much?"

I must have thrown him a confused look because he began to apologize. As my brain caught up, I smiled and laughed.

"More than you go stud." I replied finally "but here comes my hubby, why not ask him?"

He looked up to see Keith approaching.

"He botherin’ you honey?" Keith asked, it was playful the way he said it.

"Nope," I replied "He was just inquiring how much. I told him he needed to ask you."

I was joking, I think, enjoying a game, a private joke with him.

Keith eyed me a moment and then said, "Oh. I dunno, whadya think baby?"

I eyed the man up and down. His belly over hung his belt a few inches, but he had a large noticeable bulge in his dark blue work pants. I looked up and down his tall frame, then looked at Keith who had taken up the seat opposite we and said "$500 to watch, $1000 to participate?"

Keith's grin widened. In my mind I was still joking, playing along with a fun little game. At the same time however, my pussy was tingling, my nipples were erect and my cunt juices were overflowing my 3rd pair of underwear of the day.

He nodded, “You heard the lady, Hey, show him the tongue trick honey!”

I obliged, sticking my tongue straight at him, before lifting it up and curling it back to touch my nose.

The man laughed, “Yeah right!” and he walked away laughing and shaking his head.

I pulled my chair around to pull up next to Keith and kissed his cheek. We finished eating and headed back out to the fuel island. I climbed up in the cab, while Keith went back down the side of the truck to check something, and after a moment climbed in with me. He looked me up and down grinning.

“Listen baby,” he started. “I still have to log another 20 minutes break here to be legal, before we can get back on the road, so I’m going to pull off over there in the parking area. I want to do something different when I stop.”

“Okay” I said, and as he came to a stop, I moved to the back of the sleeper.

“Pull down the bed, and grab the pillowcase off the bunk,” Keith said and I obeyed immediately not questioning his requests.

“Now put the bunk back up onto the wall,” he continued, and again I obeyed.

“Good, now get on your hands and knees, put that pillowcase over your head, your face on the floor your ass in the air, pull them panties down around your knees and spread your lets apart as far as they will let you”, he said if slowly and emphasized every word.

I looked back at him for a moment, blinking, his eyes were gleaming and his grin was toothy and wide to his ears. I put the pillowcase over my head, and assumed the position as described. It was warm under the material, and I could feel myself start to sweat a little. I heard a clink and what sounded like him opening the door and climbing down from the truck, followed by his footsteps walking away. The truck’s motor still running became all I could hear for a few seconds, and I became a little nervous. There was a steady stream of my pussy juice streaming down my thighs, and it was feeling a little cold as a breeze came in from the door, I had never heard close.

I heard him climbing back in and sliding over the seat. Followed by some shuffling and fumbling, and then finally the cab door closing.

“Perfect” I heard him say. I relaxed a bit and wiggled my fat naked ass a little for him, then pushed it high up in the air, while pushing my face into the ground. I could feel him moving around in front of me and heard him sit in the booth.

“Wow! I see what you mean,” said another voice, deeper than Keith’s. I jumped a little but tried to contain myself. I felt a large hand, slightly sweaty grip and cup my left ass cheek and then the right. I tried to remain still and allow him to grope me. The hand wandered down my crack to my wetness.

“So anything I want? Huh?” the voice queried as a finger slide down and slowly pushed inside me. “She a tight little bitch, I’ll give you that” the voice continued as the finger began to curl and work inside me. I pushed back onto it gleefully and started moaning softly.

“Anything you like,” said Keith. “But you gotta wear a condom if you wanna stick it in her and you can’t leave no marks on her”

The hand pulled out of my cumhole and smacked my fat cheeks good.

“Twerk for him baby,” urged Keith from in front of me.

He put some club music on, and I began to shake and twerk my hips, as I had told him I had learned to do working at a strip club in college. He had never seen me do it, and to be honest it had been years, but as the music bumped, I began making my booty clap along to the beat and listened to both men enjoying the show. The the hand was back on my ass, joined by another as I shook it for him. Then I felt a large heavy thud on my right ass cheek. It was warm, and heavy, and I recognized it as a large cock almost immediately.

I was breathing heavily inside the pillowcase, not quite suffocating, but sweating and laboring to breathe just a little. I felt the big pole smack my ass a few times, and then suddenly there was a jerk, as a fist grabbed the back of the pillowcase, pulling my head upwards, and the pillowcase against my neck choking me just a little. As I reared upward, I felt him enter me. He was girthy and thick, and his cock head was pushing my already swollen cunt lips apart, and there was a slight tug from the condom as the lube on it mixed with my own juices. It dragged one of my meat lips inside with the first thrust, causing a little pain, but as he pulled back out for his next I adjusted my hips in cocked them aside a bit, and when he pounded his pole back into I parted for him, letting him deep inside my slippery wet cumbox.

His one hand was holding the pulling case up still choking me, and the other was grabbing my nipples.

“ooooooooo” I started moaning, and the voice responded

“Yea, you like that whore. Your bitch likes to be fucked huh?”, he was thrusting deep inside me now, and I was bucking my hips back riding his long thick dick.

“oooooooo….he’s so big baby… he’s huge…he’s fucking me so good!”, I exclaimed. We had never discussed it, but I had seen the kind of porn he liked.

The big cock fucked me harder and harder, and I began to cum uncontrollably, grunting and bucking back hard, letting the big dick stretch me out in just the right spot, and suddenly my whole body spasmed, and my abdomen curled and I began to cum hard, and squirt at the same time, all while grunting loudly

“Unnnnnnngagaggghhhhh….. Uuuuuuunnnnnnnngaaaaaaaaah” came rumbling out of me, as I squirting and came. The hand dropped my head and then both grabbed my hips, and he started the big dick started cumming hard. I could feel every luscious cock spasm inside me, but there was no hot butter lashing my insides to follow, but it did begin to feel nice and warm deep inside.

“Fuck man, she squirtin’!” exclaimed the voice, as I let go another huge volume of my cunny hunny all over him. I collapsed forward when the hand let me go, and was gasping a little for air, still shaking, and cumming.

I lay on the floor, not moving, unsure what would happen next. There was some shuffling, and I heard the man behind me moving, and then the cab door open and close. The bag pulled off my head slowly, and I blinked a few seconds, letting my eyes adjust. Keith was seated in the booth, the table folded up still into the bed. His pants were down around his ankles, and his cock was soft, hanging but it was dripping drops of his cum. His shirt was up and there was cum on his belly. I pounced on him when I saw it and lapped it all up off his belly and his cock and then began to suck on his balls and play with him.

“Was I good baby?” I asked playfully, but looking for feedback.

“Did you like watching the big-dicked man fuck me so good?”

He was grinning and nodding his approval.

“You were a perfect little slut baby, exactly what I wanted,” he cooed.

I took him into my mouth as I said it, and he was hard again in seconds. When he was good and stiff I lay back on the floor, and let him put a pillow under me, and put my legs over my head and let him fuck me hard and deep, and as he thrust deep into me, I began to buckle and spasm again, and let out another great grunt

“Uuuuuuunnnnnnggnnnnaaahhhhh” I bellowed hard, and squirted all over his dick, and belly. It made a mess. He pulled out of me and came all over my belly and tits as I was still shaking and another stream of juice sprayed from my pussy all over him.

“Fuck your messy,” he said, laughing.

He buried his face between my legs until I started coming again, pumping my hips up hard into him, moaning and gyrating. As I was cumming he began slurping his own cum off my body, licking it off my tits, my belly, and then latching on and sucking on my cunt slurping up every drop he could. Then he got up and cleaned himself up and told me to tidy up while we got back on the road. It took me a few minutes to recover, but as he got the truck rolling, I started happily playing house, wiping up the mess we made. Making sure the floor and walls were neat and then rinse myself off in the sink quickly before wiping myself dry. Finally, I jumped up into the passenger seat wearing only the towel, ready and eager for the next game he wanted to play.