Cynthia and the Truckers
(author unknown)
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Last weekend, my wife Cynthia and I had driven a long haul. We had finished up a two-week road trip from Fort Worth to Virginia and back to Fort Worth. We drove the entire trip back from Virginia in about a day. About 10-hours into the trip my wife was just lying back in the seat listening to the radio as I rubbed her leg. She surprised me by opening up her legs and allowing me to rub her thigh. It felt so warm and smooth that I spent at least a half hour touching the inside of her firm thigh. She wore a very loose fitting pair of cut off sweat pants without panties (for travel comfort). Every time one of my fingers came close to her pussy I could feel how warm it was becoming. I traced my finger along the edge of her quickly swelling pussy lips she closed her eyes and opened her thighs even wider.
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My wife is trim but has the fattest pussy lips I have ever seen. Her thick, fat, pussy lips are accentuated by the fact that she shaves her pussy bare. Seeing that she was enjoying herself I cupped her pussy with my hand and began to slowly rub it. She began to moan very softly. As my fingers began to explore her pussy I was blown away by how wet she had become. I knew from here that things were going to get very intense.
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After stroking her soaking bare pussy I began to move my hand up her body. Doing this and driving was easier then I thought. The roads through this section of Tennessee were very straight and empty. As I began to touch her warm soft stomach I noticed that she moved her right hand down on top of her pussy. Cynthia loves to masturbate, especially when I am lying next to her pulling on her nipples. Actually she likes to masturbate anytime, but always in private. I took this as a sign that she wasn't going to stop until she had cum.
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With that I nudged for her to remove her shorts and release the front clasp on her bra. She looked at me with a smile and proceeded as requested. She did however lower the visor to her passenger window and grab a towel to shield viewing from passers by. At this point I was in agreement with her actions. Our Explorer forbids all but the truckers from seeing in. No trucks
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From here she went at it. Like I said Cynthia loves to masturbate and she knows exactly how to make herself cum. The Explorer began to smell of her wet cunt and I began to have a hard time-sharing my eyes view of the road with her beautiful body. I had lifted up her t-shirt to expose two very swollen tits and rock hard nipples. I began to pull on her nipples as she fucked herself like only she can. By now she was in another world, grinding her ass in to the seat and hand into her incredible cunt. I glanced at her exposed clit to she her give it special attention. She licked her fingers and threw them down on top of that hot little bulb, vibrating her fingers at a speed faster then I could concentrate on. The smell of her musky cunt filled the air. She was insane with passion.
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Up ahead I noticed a series of trucks entering the highway from a weigh station. I looked over at my wife going to town on herself and whispered that I wanted to show her off to the truckers. She nodded her head within one of her head thrashings and I proceeded up the highway. The first trucker saw us coming in his side mirror. I slowed to pull up aside him. I pulled the towel
away from her and flipped up the visor so he could see. As he watched, I then began to pull on her nipples, hard. She went crazy. She spread her legs as wide as she could and bore down on her cunt. She had been looking away from the trucker but I told her to turn her head. When she gazed up at him through her sunglasses and I could tell that they made eye contact.
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I commanded her to show her cunt to him. This had always been a huge fantasy of mine, and now it was happening. Repositioning her body sideways on the seat and pulled her knees back, almost to her shoulders. Still maintaining eye contact with him, she licked her fingers one more time and dove them straight into her soaking gash.
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She almost cummed immediately so I told her to slow down. I stepped on the accelerator to proceed to the next truck. This guy must have known what was coming because he slowed to a crawl until I could pull aside.
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At this point my wife was beyond control. The moaning and the musk were pushing me to the limit. The view didn't slow me down either. I'd never seen my wife looking quite the slut and I loved it.
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The final action to every one of her masturbation episodes involves me finger fucking her ass. She loves the feeling and it always throws her over the edge. This self-fuck was no different. In the first words she had mentioned in hours she moaned, "Fuck my ass." No sooner had I licked my finger and shoved it up her ass did she start cumming and the truck horn start honking.
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She bucked like never before, thrusting finger upon finger deep into her cunt. Her whole body flushed red and I watch the eyes on the trucker sink deep into Justine's rapture.
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With that I sped past the trucks. Each truck honked as I passed by. Cynthia was flush but very satisfied.
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Later that night we made love with more passion than I can remember. I think that it’s great being able to fuck my wife three times in one night. I woke up one day and realize we had been having the same sex for years, if not, decades. It always starts the same, the moves are the same, it's routine. Well, I had an awakening a couple of months back and started to tweak things a bit. Now she doesn't know what to expect and last night, she got more than she ever bargained for.
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I thought about sex all day long as we tooled down the inter-state. While she was teasing all the lonely truckers, I was running every sexual fantasy that I ever had through my head the entire time.
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When we checked into the motel, as soon as she went into the room, she went straight to bed, and I followed. No lingering, we jumped right into the sack, and I started rubbing her back. I think it was the foreplay that did it. I gave her oral like usual, to make sure that she climaxes and stays in the game. I was smart enough to let Justine enjoy a long period of nibbling, licking, sucking, and even spanking. I derive more satisfaction, knowing she has been well served and pleased, than if I am the only one satisfied. Cynthia loves getting the back of there knees licked and kissed. And like most women, she loves gentle nibbles and licking to the earlobes and back of the neck. And don't just lick her pussy lips. I nibbled on them and sucked on her clit, and then I tugged and spread her lips apart and dove right in. I finished in my usual 15-minutes, but I didn't just lie beside her this time and drift off. Nope, I stayed on my knees and caught my breath. As I watched her lying there, I recalled the fantasies that I ran through my head earlier.
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After a few minutes of talking, I asked Cynthia if she was ready to go again. She asked me if I was ready and I told her with the right stimulation, I could go all night. She was into that. The second time was a little rougher. I fucked her hard and for a good, long time. Cumming the second time isn't as intense but still left me weak in the knees. She just knew that I was done then.
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Nope. After another 10-minutes, I was ready to go again. Thank God for a vivid imagination. She was a bit hesitant, sore and tired but she wasn't about to turn down the good thrashing that she knew was coming. This time she hit the mother-load. We must have gone for a good 20-minutes or better. I had to stop because I was out of breath. I was slamming into her so hard that my pelvis feels like a ram butted me. By the time I pulled out, she was coated in sweat, and swollen so much that my cock just popped out of her.
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The entire time I reminded Cynthia of how turned on she had become and how hard she had made all of us. With those words she would cum again and again. Admitting in screams how much she enjoyed it. Perhaps I've created a monster. I can only hope, but it sure was nice to see her walking funny the next morning.
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Cynthia told me the next morning that our sex could never be duplicated. She was still so aroused that all I had to do was look at my cock and cum repeatedly. It was the best raw sex of our married life. After last night, one look and our eyes would connect our souls. Our kisses violated one another with raw passion. I violated her body with deep, passionate love. She was addicted, and so was I. When she’d been sucking me off, she swallowed every drop of my sweet fluid and craved more.
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As we motored down the inter-state, passing trucks the next day sent small bolts of adrenaline through me each time. I could tell it did the same for Cynthia. With a sigh, she told me that tonight was my night. She said that we would put the measly 8-orgasms that I gave her last night to shame. She said that she was going to take what I had taught her and spoil me with my talent. She was dripping wet all the time that she was tell me that I was in for a night I would never forget.
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