The Traveling Woman

This is a continuation of the story "The Trucker" Hope you enjoy this as much as we did. If you'd like to write to either Rachael or me...

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I lay there for a few moments before I spoke to my husband. It wasn't even ten in the morning and I'd already had my first orgasm of the weekend, and what an orgasm it had been! Patrick had finger fucked me in the front seat of our convertible after first opening my dress completely. And a trucker had watched the whole thing, had watched my husband touch me, stroke me, twist my nipples, and finally, he had watched as my husband parted my legs with his right hand and sank two fingers into my pussy. Patrick knew how to get me off, he always does. I came like a cheap slut in the front seat of our convertible, my legs spread wide, my nipples exposed and hard as little pebbles, and my husband's hand fucking me to a state of wildness!

Then he had sped up, leaving the trucker behind, and me still nearly naked on the seat next to him. My eyes were still closed, but my mind's eye told me what I wanted, what I needed to have. I reached over to touch Patrick's hardness, for I knew his dick would be rock hard! My hand traced the outline of his steel cock inside his pants. He was hard and I could feel the heat from his dick. I let my fingers wander to the top of his zipper. I slowly lowered the jaws of steel until his zipper could protect his cock no more.

Reaching inside his jeans, I pulled his dick free. It wasn't easy. Patrick has a very long cock, and it's as thick around as my wrist. But I got it out. I quickly thought of what I could do to stimulate him to greater heights. I wanted that thing in my mouth, but I know Patrick enjoys the preliminaries more than any man I'd ever been with, (and that's a lot of men). Then it occurred to me. I released his iron rod for just a moment, and hooked both my thumbs into the waistband of my yellow silk panties. Raising my ass off the car seat for just a second, I shimmied the panties off my bottom and down my legs.

Now I was totally naked! I took the panties, and bunching them up in my left hand, started to massage my husband's cock with them. Up and down I stroked, running my panties along the firm form of his manly tool. He was getting very excited! Of course, he should have been. I was reclining across my seat, my legs still spread open, and my entire body visible to anyone who'd want to look. And as usual, I was hoping someone would!

"You're soooo hard!"

"You make me that way."

"Do you like the feel of my panties against your cock?"

He didn't answer with his mouth. Instead, his prick just lunged forward a bit. Yes, he liked it alright. I decided it was time to raise the ante a bit. Moving myself closer to him, I lowered my head until my mouth was just a whisker away from his throbbing cock. I knew he could feel my breath on his dick. But I didn't want to suck him inside my mouth, not just yet. I continued my panty covered caressing of his dick, and now added to that stimulation my hot breath and a very occasional flick of my tongue against his thigh, and just a hint of my lips brushing against the base of his rigid cock.

"Does this feel good?" I asked coyly.

He didn't answer. Instead, he took his right hand, the same hand that he'd used to rub my clit to an exploding climax not ten minutes before while a truck driver watched me come, and forced my head downward, forcing his naked dick into my mouth...deep into my mouth, past my full lips, past my white teeth, pushing aside my wiggling tongue and settling against the back of my throat. He was in no mood for being teased. He wanted me to suck his cock, and he wanted it now.

So did I!

My face went up and down on his dick, sucking his manhood inside me, giving him the deep kiss of cock sucking, feeling him use me for his own pleasure. It wouldn't have mattered to my husband if I wanted to suck him off or not. This was not a time for asking, this was a time for taking. And he was taking me, using my mouth as a receptacle for his passion, for his lust. I could have been any whore right then, any bitch with a mouth to take his dick in, it didn't make any difference to him. And knowing that, knowing that I was being used like a cheap slut, made it all the better.

I was engrossed in my cock sucking and barely noticed he'd turned on the signal indicator. We were pulling off the highway. I started to lift my head off his lap, off his hard cock to see what was happening, but his hand was still on the top of my head, and the forceful pressure he maintained on me told me this was not the time to stop. So I did what any good wife would do, I continued to suck my husband's cock even though I knew that someone might see me, someone might guess that I was doing the thing men love. I redoubled my efforts, and managed to get almost his entire dick inside me. My eyes were closed, my body was exposed, and my husband's cock was in my mouth.

And my pussy was screaming for another come!

Our car slowed down and I knew Patrick was pulling off the road. I still didn't know where we were, but I knew if my husband was alright with what was happening, so was I. Continuing my work on his dick, I sucked him with all the skill I could muster. I felt Patrick's hand caressing my bottom, moving the sun dress to the side, leaving my ass clearly visible in the morning sun. I don't know which felt better, his hand rubbing my ass or the sun warming the back of my now totally exposed legs. Yes I did. It was definitely his hand on my ass that was turning me on. I continued to suck him as I heard him speak to me.

"We're in a roadside park, baby. I want you to keep my cock in your mouth, and I'll tell you what's going on around here. Right now, there's only one other car in the park and it's about ten feet ahead of us. The driver isn't in the car, and I think he's probably in the rest room, which is directly to the left of our car. If he's in there, he'll see you when he comes out of the bathroom. He'll see you sucking my dick, and he'll see me rubbing your ass. Of course, if you finish sucking me, if you make me come, he may not see you, you may be done with your sluttish task before he comes out. He may never know what a little whore you are. So if you don't want him to see you, you better speed up your mouth, and finish my dick off quickly."

I slowed down my sucking. My husband knew I would. The thought of a stranger passing our car and seeing me sucking a cock was almost more than I could stand! I was torn between sucking more cock because of my heated state, and my desire to make this blow job last long enough for the driver of the car in front of us to observe what I was doing. I wanted so much to show off my body and my nastiness to someone who didn't know us. Patrick's hand kept rubbing my ass cheeks, and his cock kept tempting me to suck harder, faster, deeper.

"Oh, baby, your lips are so hot on my dick. Oh, yes. I love the way your mouth takes care of my hard cock, the way you suck me. Oh, baby...oh, baby! I am so hot! You are sucking my cock soooooo well! I know I told you there was only one car here, but I forgot to tell you there are three trucks parked here too. One's in front of us by about fifty feet, and one is behind us to the right, about fifty feet also. Oh, yes....suck that cock, baby. Oh, yessssss! That feels so fucking good. You are such a good little cock sucker! You could make a living doing this, couldn't you baby? Oh, you know what I forgot to tell you? I forgot to tell you about the third truck, didn't I? It's right over there, to your right. And a black guy is driving it. You know how I know that? Cause I'm looking at him as he's looking at you. He's watching you, sweetness. He's watching you suck my cock, and judging from the movements he's making inside his cab, he's jerking his cock in unison to your sucking mine."

Patrick always knows just what to say to keep me on the brink of coming. He'd escalated the situation the minute he'd said there were three trucks but only told me about two of them. I knew instinctively the other truck was close by, and I knew Patrick would tell me about it. As my husband talked, I kept my head against his cock, my eyes closed, and my mouth full of his hard dick!

"Oh, baby! Yeah, that's it. Suck me baby, and if you do a good job, I may make you suck that driver too! If he hasn't already shot his come all over his black hand. Oh, baby...you want to suck off the truck driver, don't you? Oh, I know you do. I know how much you love to suck strangers. Would you like to get inside his cab? Would you like to suck his dick as I sit here and watch your head disappear below the line of his window, knowing where you went, knowing what you're doing? You'd like that, wouldn't you, honey?"

My only answer was to suck my husband's cock harder. This was so exciting. I love to suck cock in public, and knowing that a black truck driver was watching me just made me that much hotter! And when I couldn't get any hotter, or thought I couldn't, Patrick surprised me again.

"Oh, my! Someone's coming out of the bathroom now, and they're sure to see you sucking me. Our car is between the bathroom and the other car. Oh, sweetie. You're about to be seen up close and in person. Yeah, that's right, baby. Suck me faster now. Oh, yeah. Oh, baby...you're being watched. The person in the bathroom is about ten feet away, and now the stranger is coming over this way. Oh, baby!"

I could hear steps on the sidewalk as the stranger approached our car. Even though my eyes were closed, and I hadn't yet seen the layout of the park, I could tell that the person in the rest room was now coming closer, and judging from the way the footsteps had slowed down, there was no doubt they had seen me, had seen what I was doing. I shoved the rest of my husband's cock into the back of my throat. I was so hot! I wanted Patrick's dick, but I wanted other cock too! And as I sucked his dick, I knew he was ready to come. I could sense someone standing at the side of the car, looking in. I could sense another pair of eyes watching me suck my baby's cock. Then my husband spoke again, but this time not to me. He was talking to the person who'd come out of the bathroom.

"She's quite good at this, and she begged me to let her do it."

There was no response. Patrick continued his conversation with the other person, with the person I'd not yet seen, but who was seeing me, seeing me with my mouth around my husband's cock, seeing me with my body exposed to any pair of prying eyes!

"Would you like to touch her? It's okay with me, and it's very okay with her. Go ahead. Feel her."

Oh, my! I hadn't expected this! Patrick was offering the stranger a feel of my body. As my head stayed buried in his crotch, he was offering someone I couldn't see the opportunity to touch me, to feel me, to put hands and fingers on my hot skin! Damn! I could feel myself starting to build toward another orgasm! Then I felt the touch of another person on my ass. Patrick's hand had moved to the back of my neck, as if to steady my sucking motions, and as his hand stroked my neck, I could feel the other person touch the back of my leg. It was a gentle feeling, a soft touch.

I suddenly realized it was too soft of a touch. Then I heard the stranger speak.

"She's very beautiful."

It was a woman's voice! The stranger in the bath room was a woman, and now a woman was watching me as I submitted in total humiliation to my husband's commands. He held my head against his cock, raped my mouth with his hard dick, and invited another woman to not only watch, but to touch me, to put her hand on my leg, now my ass! How humiliating! Her hand rounded my ass, and started to stroke downward, back to the area where my leg becomes my ass. Her hand went down, between my legs, under me, toward my pussy. And I opened my legs a bit wider; I gave her access to my cunt!

"She's very oral," my husband was telling this woman, "would you like to see how oral?"

I couldn't believe my ears! He was offering my mouth to this woman, to this stranger who was now brushing my clit from under my ass, between my legs. He hadn't asked me if I wanted to suck her pussy, if I wanted to put my mouth on this other woman's cunt...he'd just asked a perfect stranger if she wanted to see how "oral" I could be!

"I'd like that a lot, but I'm not into sex in parking lots, especially not parking lots with truckers watching."

I'd forgotten about the trucker. Patrick hadn't mentioned him in a few minutes, and I wasn't sure there even was a trucker. Remember, I hadn't seen anything since before we pulled into the truck stop.

Patrick was not to be denied. He spoke again.

"I'm about to give her a load of my come. And when I do, she'll want to go into the bathroom. Why don't you go back in there and wait. She'll take care of you in just a few minutes."

I didn't hear the woman answer. I heard her walk away, and didn't know which direction she'd gone in. But then, I didn't have much time to dwell on it. Patrick's cock was erupting now, and he was dumping his entire load in my mouth. I kept my lips sealed around his cock, sucking and swallowing as fast as I could, but no matter how much I swallowed, I kept getting more come pumped into my mouth. There is a limit to how much hot jism even I can swallow, and finally, I gagged a bit, and the rest of my husband's spunk flowed out of my mouth and down the shaft of his cock! Damn! I hated to waste hot come. Soon, I got the situation under control. He stopped pumping more juice, and I was able to scoop up with my tongue the puddle that had settled around the base of his shaft.

After I had finished my work, I kept my head buried between Patrick's legs. I knew what was ahead for me, but for me to get the fullest pleasure from it, I would need my husband to order me to do what I so desperately wanted to do. I needed Patrick to tell me to eat the other woman's pussy, the woman who'd watched me suck him just moments before.

"Rachael?"

"Yes?"

"Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Yes."

"Hurry. It isn't nice to make people wait when they need a tongue in their pussy, is it?"

I gathered my dress around me, not bothering to button it, and made a dash for the bathroom. As I left the car, I remembered the black trucker. Looking across the parkway, I was somewhat startled to see him there, in his truck, with a big smile on his face. He winked at me, and I in turn, let my dress fall open just for him. His lips pursed, as if to let out a whistle, but his mouth was dry. Oh, well, first things first. I pulled the dress back together and headed for the rest room. My heart was racing, and my pussy was dripping, and my tongue was already looking for a nice soft pussy to soak in.

I walked swiftly toward the roadside park rest room. I had no idea who she was, or what she looked ike. As I entered, a woman walked out. Damn! She hadn't waited for me. And I couldn't think what I might say to her to get her to come back inside. Curiously, the woman who left seemed sort of...plain. Not unattractive, but she didn't seem to have...well, I don't know how you'd explain it. Some women look like they shit a pickle and others seem to...to...exude sexual possibilities. I'm like that. Men and women alike have told me that the minute they saw me, they knew they could have me. I can't say exactly what causes that, but I do know it's true.

At any rate, I was disappointed that my "appointment" hadn't waited for me. I went inside the rest room anyway. I needed to use the facilities, and besides, I was actually feeling a bit self conscious and wanted to regroup for just a moment in private. As I turned the corner into the rest room, I made my way to the last stall. I pushed on the door. The lock wasn't done, so I figured this stall would be vacant. I was wrong!

"Hello. I thought maybe you weren't going to come." I recognized her voice. She was the woman who'd touched my pussy while I was sucking my husband's cock in the parking lot a few moments ago. For just a moment, I didn't know what to say. Finally, I managed a weak response.

"Oh, hello. No, I was coming. I just had to finish blow...blowing my husband. He sent me in here."

"I know. He told me he would. He also told me you were very oral."

"Yes, I heard him."

"And is that true?"

I couldn't believe how beautiful this woman was. She was around my age, maybe a couple of years older, or younger, I couldn't tell. She had long blonde hair, the kind men like to wrap around their dicks just before they shoot their load. And her body was incredible. She was wearing a pair of cutoffs, a halter top, and sandals with straps wrapped around her ankles and six inches up her leg. Her legs were bare, smooth, and perfectly tanned. And they were long! Damn, she had long legs. And shaped as if out of marble. If this woman had an ounce of extra weight, I couldn't see it from here. I couldn't help stare at her, in spite of myself, in spite of my obvious sexuality, I was in awe of this woman. My husband would kill to fuck her!

"I said, 'is it true'". she repeated.

"What?...oh, yes. Yes. It is true. I am very oral."

"Well, isn't that lucky for me. Come inside, dear. I have something for you." She backed up just a few inches, but it gave me enough room to enter the stall with her. She reached behind me and pulled the door closed. And with seemingly no effort, pushed the lock in at the same time. I was now standing just inches from this stranger, and locked inside a rest room stall at that!

"Let's just see how "very" oral you really are." The woman reached down to the bottom of her tank top and with her arms crossed over one another, she pulled the top up, over her breasts, and over her head. Suddenly I was looking at a pair of tits that made my 38DD boobies look small! They stood straight out, and her nipples looked like mirror images of mine, hard, firm and extended their full length away from the ends of her breasts. I reached out to touch them. My hands felt her firm tits, and my fingers refined their approach and started to twist the ends, to twirl her nips between my fingers. Suddenly, she pushed my hands away, as if offended I'd touched her beautiful breasts. I was momentarily confused.

"Not with your hands, bitch! Use your mouth."

Oh, yes! I didn't need to be told twice. I lowered my face toward her sensuous breasts, and as my mouth came nearer her extended nips, I flicked my tongue out, sort of to announce my mouth's imminent arrival. If I didn't know better, I'd swear her nips grew another half inch the instant my mouth closed over them. It didn't take me long to warm up to the task. Soon, my mouth was bathing her hard nipples in a special bath of hot spit mixed with the remnants of my husband's come. She allowed a moan to escape from between her lips. It wasn't loud, or forceful, more along the lines of a wistful utterance. Her hand went to the back of my head, and held it firmly against her tit.

I didn't need encouragement. My mouth was attached to her breasts like it was sewn there. She kept stroking the back of my head, running her fingers through my red hair. I switched tits, but replaced my mouth with my fingers as I tended to the other breast. I continued to suckle her as I felt her hands reach under me, scoop up my own breasts, and start to fondle them through my open dress. Her fingers knew how to turn on a woman! My nips were rock hard as she continued her attentions.

"Harder," she moaned. "Twist mine harder. Bite me!"

I wasn't sure how much harder she had in mind. As if she'd read my hesitation, she clamped her fingers down on my own nipples, and squeezed the fire out of them!

"Ow! That hurts!" I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Then give me what I need. Bite me!"

No problem. The bitch hurt my tits for demonstration purposes and I didn't need another demonstration. Pulling my lips back, away from the stranger's nipples, I allowed my teeth to get a better grip. Then I bit down on her extended nipples. Hard! I figured she'd ask me to stop. I was wrong.