Accidental Cuckold Ch. 02

2002

Nebraska

Bob and Cassy sipped at their coffees slowly, they had been on the road all morning and were very reluctant to get back to get back on the road.

"Bobby," Cassy asked. "Tell me again why we didn't just fly to see my folks, then to Vegas, then home."

Bob choked on his warm beverage as he struggled to come up with something to say.

"Uh..." He said shakily. "So we can see America..."

"Dirt, trees, and buildings!" She exclaimed tossing her hands up laughing.

Bob joined in the laughter thankful that his wife had given up on her verbal assault. The waitress shot them a librarian-like dirty look to shush them. They took a breath then giggled quietly.

The waitress kept her angry scowl on her face as she moved to take an order from the heavy set man behind them. Bob returned to his newspaper, Cassy placed on her head phones to practice her Spanish.

"Ugh!" Bob mumbled to himself as he read the front page. "Why are our pilots so stupid. I mean, why would we bomb our allies?"

Cassy showed no interest in his words, he then moved down to the next story. He didn't know how out of the loop with current events he was until he started reading!

"Tiger!" He exclaimed to another dirty look from the waitress. "Back to back Masters WOW!"

The waitress shushed him; red faced, Bob moved onto the crossword puzzle.

"Ah, Be, Ce..." She said very loudly.

"Uh miss." Said the waitress. "Miss!"

Cassy looked up, then spoke loudly. "YES!"

"Miss, can you keep the noise down?" She snapped.

"OH!" She yelled, then quietly, "sorry..."

"Thank-you dear." She said turning back to her burly customer.

"WHAT!?!?" Cassy shouted to the waitress.

"Never mind." The lady snapped back.

The customer the waitress was serving chuckled at the exchange, he was a heavy set man in a jean vest over a black Harley Davidson t-shirt. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his chin bore stable from several days growth. Both his hair and clothes were soiled and unkempt. His smell of body odour was apparent to Cassy who could see him over Bob's shoulder.

Guardrail was tired, he'd been on the road for thirty-six hours straight and still had a way to go. He had a gas tank full of Inca Powder that needed to be delivered soonest!

His ride was mostly uneventful, he'd stuck to secondary roads stopping only at proven locations. This greasy spoon being on of them. The cute girl with the funny laugh was a very nice distraction, if he didn't have a job to finish he'd have Marg lock the door, then pay a buck to her man for an hour with her.

Instead he'd content himself with his cup of Biker's Coffee with a little Irish added for flavour while he admired this pretty girl.

Bob and especially Cassy were unaware of Guardrail, his journey, or his dark thoughts. They like him were enjoying their final moments of quiet reflection before hitting the road.

Cassy had a flash of brilliance, the ride to Vegas didn't have to be boring, nor did they have to wait for the city of sin to start gambling!

Not wanting to be over heard by the rude old waitress, Cassy kicked Bob under the table.

"Huh?" Her husband said unamused, her Spanish lessons had gotten very annoying over the course of their trip.

Guardrail stared at the black haired woman admiring her red tips. Her tight blue dress showed a great deal of pale white skin, all while hinting at so much more.

He then turned his eyes to those red painted lips and was shocked by what he saw!

"Come to the washroom and fuck me from behind." Mouthed Cassy without making a sound.

"Yeah, very good..." Bob said before looking back down at his crossword puzzle.

Cassy wordlessly stood up, patted her husband on the hand then walked towards the restroom.

"Her Spanish is terrible!" Bob muttered to himself.

"Three men!" He said as he solved the next clue.

Guardrail waited the customary moment until the girl had left, then checked his breath before rising. It stank horribly, but it didn't matter, he wasn't going to kiss her.

Cassy entered the ladies room; and finding it empty she went to a stall to remove her underwear. She had given Bobby many handjobs talking about this very scenario. She'd enter a stall, then closing her eyes she hiked up her dress for when he'd come in from behind to fuck her fast and hard!

Bob's breathing would become shallow as she jerked him off describing the anonymous encounter. They didn't have a word to describe their relationship, swingers, open marriage, or voyeurs didn't quite capture it all. Imaginative was the word Cassy often used.

Outside the washroom Bob hoped he had enough time! He ran out to the car, then popped the hood. He assumed the foul smell he'd detected towards then end of breakfast meant that Cassy would be in the restroom for a while.

He made the necessary adjustment, then slammed it shut. Running back in he dropped a quarter into the telephone.

Guardrail dropped a dollar on the empty table next to the newspaper for the man, he then nodded to Marg. She acknowledged him as he entered the ladies room. It smelt clean with the hint of perfume. His boots taped softly on the floor tiles.

He could see the smooth white legs under the stall, the calves were facing away from him. He reached forward to push the bathroom stall open.

Outside the restroom, Marg put up the 'CLOSED' sign then picked up the coffee pot for refills.

Cassy was shivering with excitement! She and Bob have been playing the flirting with strangers game for some time. In the past she'd flirt with a man then return to Bob. A few months ago she had her first actual sexual encounter and was now hooked.

Today however instead of playing with a stranger, she was going to have Bob to sub in. He'd done it before, often he'd spice it up with an accent, or different clothes. Once he'd worn a mask and another time he wore a Halloween costume! That time it really surprised her! She thought she'd crossed the line and cheated, but when she awoke to see him next to her she was very relieved!

She could hear the foot steps, they felt heavier than Bob's. Cassy giggled then squeeze her eyes much tighter! The excitement continued to build inside her.

Cassy could smell the bad BO from earlier, she showered with Bobby that morning, but assumed that he got stinky from the drive. He was often an overly stressed man, today being no different. He'd been acting weird ever since they set off to visit her parents.

The door to her stall creaked as it opened slowly; Cassy's pussy throbbed in anticipation. Her nipples were so hard they hurt! She wanted Bobby so bad.

Outside the bathroom Bob spoke softly into the phone.

"Hello?" He said.

"Yeah," Said the African-American voice on the other end. "What you want."

"We will be there soon." Bob said. "I did what you suggested under the hood."

"Good for you." Said the man. "See you soon."

Bob could hear other voices in the background before the phone hung up. His excitement was overwhelming, so much so he closed his eyes to re-centre himself. He knew this was going to be a momentous day.

Guardrail knew that speed paired with aggression was the way to go, just like during his many attempted arrests, if he didn't escape before the first cuff he was on, he was done for. He spat into his fingers to which he applied to his penis head.

Cassy could hear Bob's fake breathing, this was by far his worst imitation yet! The time he pretended to be an African-American, she was absolutely convinced in the dark, it was only morning that revealed the truth.

When she felt his penis, it seemed different! The head of his one eyed monster parted her pussy lips, then slowly entered her as he pushed then pulled it went deeper, then deeper.

She could swear that his cock was... different. It felt as if he had... foreskin! His penis slid in and out with the easy that a man with that unfortunate flap of flesh would.

Bob's penis also felt smaller, Cassy was certain that there was a whole inch was missing! What was more odd was that it felt thicker!

'Damn! He's good!' Cassy thought to herself.

Guardrail squeezed her hips as he plunged in and out of the chick's pussy. He hadn't gotten laid in a while, this was exactly the sort of distraction he needed before hitting the road again!

Inhaling softly he could smell her perfume and that unique female odour every chick got during sex. Now that he was balls deep in her tight vagina, he wanted more!

He brought his hand up to grab a fistful of black and red hair, it felt like silk as he clenched his fingers together. Her soft moan was paired with a tightening of her vaginal muscles.

'She must be new.' Guardrail remarked to himself, he knew from experience that women he paid rarely came.

Removing his hand from her hip, he reached around to Cassy's front to grab the top of her dress. With a firm grip he pulled down.

Outside the bathroom Bob moved as if he'd just shoplifted at a store and was casually making his way out with the stolen goods! Approaching the table he spotted a US dollar next to his coffee.

"One perfect crime deserves another!" He mumbled to himself snatching the buck and making it disappear into his pocket!

Cassy could hardly contain the orgasms she was experiencing! Even short an inch Bob was putting on quite the act! She had long ago figured out that he was pretending to be that smelly biker.

"Oh yes!" She exclaimed when her breasts were exposed to the cool restroom air.

She could feel her nipples getting erect a second time as they bounced back and force. Bob soon placed one hand, then the other on her breasts. His hands felt so callused, greasy and rough. She kept her eyes shut tightly as she imagined the dirty biker doing her.

The rough hands fondled her tits then tugged on both nipples simultaneously. Cassy was impressed with how Bob's hands explored her as if for the first time. She however wasn't impressed with the roughness.

One hand stayed on a breast whilst the other admired her chest, then snaked up to her clavicle.

'Clavicle... clavicle... clavicle...' Cassy mused at the funny word, then suddenly. "Eeeepppp!"

The hand had moved to her throat! It didn't choke her as it admired her esophagus, but it was something Bobby had never done before!

Cassy felt no pain, but the discomfort was such that she almost called red on Bob. Red was their safe word they used when they couldn't see each other's eyes. The only thing holding her back was the repetitious orgasms.

She noticed that regardless of what that wayward hand was doing, the man behind her kept up an impressive pace!

Cassy felt an odd mix of fear with dread as the fingers slowly tightened around her throat. Her pussy too spasmed wetly causing her to blush in shame.

'Pain and discomfort should not bring so much joy!' She thought to herself, followed by, "eeeepppp!!" as the grip tightened.

Guardrail loved to choke out whores when he came, he would have today if he didn't have a deadline to meet. He'd already wasted too much time sitting and eating.

He enjoyed his reputation as the man who made it on time almost every time, today was not going to be any different.

As the whore he fucked squealed in horror mixed with delight he could feel his own RPM's increasing quickly. He increased his grasp then pumped faster and harder!

With his free hand he squeezed the bitch's firm tit even harder. He could tell by her tight body that he must be amongst her first customers. She still looked innocent, and lacked the hard look or shaky hands the veteran whores got.

Guardrail pushed those thoughts from his mind as he squeeze with both hands as if he were gripping the handles on his hog.

"Hmmm... English for noir..." Bob thought to himself as he did his crossword puzzle. "Ah! Black!"

He had forgotten the time as he solved one riddle after another.

"Four letters... an unruly group." He tapped his pen and the table, then sipped his coffee.

"Gang!" He said in excitement! He was very much on par!

Inside the bathroom Cassy admitted guiltily to herself that she liked the hand on her boob, but the neck was getting old fast. She was not one for play that left her with visible marks. What sort of model could get work with hand marks on her throat and bruises on her arms?

She set one hand on the wall of her stall, then placed the other on the one that gripped her the wrong way. Then she placed her thick heel on Bob's foot, whenever he increased pressure, so did she.

It worked! The hand remained but loosened, she however didn't remove her foot.

Once they had agreed upon a happy medium the hard fucking commenced. Cassy had noticed that Bob was doing short spurts of humping power, completely unlike his usual technique.

The fake grunting was getting annoying, Cassy wanted to say something, but not breaking character was something she prided herself on.

"Ggggrrrrkkkk!!" Rumbled the man from behind like a back firing Harley.

"Oooohhhh!!" Cried out Cassy as she felt the cum pouring into her.

It felt like a great deal of cum. Although a vagina is not like a hand, with its tactile sensitivity, she could tell is was quite a lot than expected! There was no way for Bob to replenish his semen so quickly!

Often Bob froze still after he came, usually followed by a nap. Today he kept going, although at a much slower pace, she judged that he was sensitive but didn't want their encounter to end.

Cassy was fine with it! She was now thoroughly warmed up! If they had the time she'd demand to be shagged again!

She could feel a smaller, weaker orgasm building. Although he was softer... he refused to give up.

Guardrail flexed his strong tattooed arms as he kept going, he wasn't too sure he had the energy or stamina to go on. If he had thought this through earlier he would have tested his shipment to give him the extra boost.

He always thought himself an honourable man. He always paid for his bitches, and always took good care of them... most of the time. Today his good deed was giving her one last orgasm.

When he was certain she came he pulled out, zipped up and limped out of the bathroom. A glance at his watch showed he had to get going.

Cassy kept her eyes closed after Bob fucked her to orgasm with his spaghetti noodle of a penis, it felt good. Her orgasm was poor, but it was adequate. After he left, she used some toilette paper to clean up the massive load that oozed out of her vagina.

"You'd think he hadn't done it in a long time!" Cassy hissed to herself as she dabbed away another huge clump of DNA.

"Four letters... sharp percussive sound..." Bob said to himself frowning as he tried to figure out the next clue.

He smelt the fat biker with the faded tattoos, long before he saw him. He didn't look up from his paper, but if he did, he would have seen Guardrail's partial smile and flushed face. Bob didn't see that. Nor did he see the brute's undone fly.

Bob sipped his coffee as he pondered. Cassy returned from the toilette, her hair looked disorganized, as did her flushed face and red upper chest.

"Looks like you had a... good experience in the bathroom?" Bob said snickering.

"I actually did thank-you very much!" Cassy replied with a wink.

She then made a grunt that was her approximation of what Bob's orgasm in the bathroom sounded like.

Bob gasped! He liked that he could watch golf with his wife, she could follow the matches and shouted as much as he did, but she had never engaged in toilette humour before today!

The sound she made was... horrible, it was as if a car were backfiring over a whoopee cushion! He feared that his wife had too much bran and fiber in her diet.

Shocked, Bob cleared his throat and shut his agape mouth. Cassy snickered at him as he returned to his paper, unsure of how to reply.

Silence returned as Bob focused intently on the final riddle. He tapped his pen as he pondered deeply, Cassy fixed her make-up and re-did her black hair, the red marks on her exposed upper chest slowly faded. Bob however was still stumped by the mystery before him!

"Dear, could you stop with all that banging?" Asked the waitress with her glasses very low on her nose.

"That's it!" Shouted Bob standing up! "I solved it!"

"Will you please get out." snapped the waitress as she walked by.

"Yeah Bobby, I'm ready to go." Cassy said standing. "I feel sooo much better now!"

Bob didn't like how she said that in a deep sultry voice. His wife as the pretty model was very cool, his wife as the frat boy making poop jokes was... unnatural.

Reaching into his pocket, the waitress half-expected a tip from the annoying couple, she instead observed as the man wrote B-A-N-G on the crossword puzzle then departed.