The Tow Driver

I am not the kind of woman that would have ever allowed such a thing to happen, at least so I thought.

But about six months ago my car broke down...

I work in retail and was assisting with the inventory of a sister store, in a city just over two hours away from my home. It was something I have done many times over the years, and I simply didn't expect to get stuck so far from home that night.

As usual, my self and the store manager were the last to leave after closing. We talked shop a little while outside the store, but pretty soon she had to leave and I was left to walk to my car alone. I was pretty tired, it was a long day of reconciling but things were good so I was ready to face the long drive.

As I buckled my seat belt I turned the key, the engine cranked but didn't start. I tried again, and nothing. After a few more attempts, still the car wouldn't start. I started to panic a little.

It was still early evening and the parking lot was lively yet. It comforted me a bit too know I wasn't completely alone so far from home. As I dialed my husband, I fixated on what could possibly be wrong with the car.

After explaining what had happened and where I was, my husband said he would just drive out and get me, and we could worry about the car tomorrow. But it was my car and I didn't want to just leave it. Too many things could happen I feared.

We didn't argue but I wasn't about to just leave my car. He understood and I said I would call a tow and keep him updated.

Doing a search on my phone, I found a tow service and made the call. Two hours wait time they said, so I tried another. I went through a handful of services until I found a local guy who was available and about twenty minutes away.

I explained my situation and he asked if I wanted my car towed to a local shop? I explained that I wasn't a local, he said we could work out what to do next once he looked at the car. I thanked him and shared my location.

As I waited I texted my husband the update. And pretty soon I see the tow truck pull into the lot. As I watched the truck head in my general direction, I got out to wave him over to where I was.

With the yellow lights flashing he pulls up behind my car and gets out. As he walks around the truck into view, I become a little nervous, partly because he seemed to be much older then I expected him to be.

He wasn't a big guy by any means, and he walked with a bit of a limp. He's just an inch or two taller than I, and slender with very short greying hair.

But the thing that made me a little nervous was his demeanor, he seemed a little pissed off for some reason and his weathered gruff looking face had revealed his grumpy demeanor accurately as it became evident when he spoke.

And when he tried to smile at me briefly, he smiled a subtle and kind of deviant grin, almost friendly but just shy of it.

And when he looked at me I felt like he either wanted to kill me, or hold me down and screw me just to leave me in a ditch on some back road leaking his horny old man cum.

It was an uneasy feeling. But I knew he was here to help me, so I kept that in mind and tried to push those other thoughts out of my head.

The tow driver didn't say much at first, just a few simple questions about the car to start. Answering as best I could, we started a little bit of a conversation. It didn't do much to relieve my trepidation of him, in fact I think it just made me more curious about him. But as he asked questions, I answered.

As he probed me for information about my car I started to pay more attention to his demeanor again. He really did seem to be in a bad mood, or maybe that was just him. Some men, especially older men, are just seemingly always in a foul mood all the time. But either way he was cordial in his own way and I began to feel at ease the more we talked.

The tow driver popped the hood of my car and proceeded to look about the engine with his flashlight. He groaned a bit and tugged and pulled at things, checking wires and such. At one point he lay on the ground and looked underneath.

As I watched him, I began to reminisce about the old movies where the local garage mechanic would inspect a young woman's car. In the movies the young garage mechanic wore those long coveralls that were grease stained and tattered. My tow driver happened to be wearing similar grey coveralls. And for some reason it was a bit arousing as I began to see myself as the young girl in distress, like in those old movies.

I stood along side, as he lay on the ground, his upper chest and head hidden under my car. And as he wiggled his body for a better view I watched him. The sight of his body moving in such a way seemed to intrigue me.

He wasn't long underneath and soon he was up and standing before me staring at the engine silently.

"Of course I can't fix it here," he states. "But I can take it back to the shop if you like?"

My tow driver goes on to explain what he thinks the problem is. He tells me that he can fix the issue but he may need to order a part or two and it could take some time. But in any event, he says he wouldn't be able to do anything tonight.

I explain to him my situation. I express to him I'm not a local and I tell him what city I lived in. I then proceed to ask him if he could simply tow my car to my home.

He just smirks at me like I was crazy "It's two hours away at a minimum," he states, like I didn't know.

As he says this to me, I begin to understand why he looked pissed off when he first arrived. He has probably dealt with situations like this before with other women, and he was clearly annoyed by my request to get towed the two hours back to my house.

"$1200" he says. "And that's with a discount, because I'm in a good mood" he says as he smirks again at the sight of my facial expression.

"I can't pay that much" I say to him, as he walks away round the back of his big truck.

Standing crossed the flat bed of his truck securing what sounded like chains of some sort, he offered up something very curious and completely absurd.

Moving up to my side of his flat bed, I have no choice but to listen as he explained his proposition. As he talked he paced, and after a few minutes he starts to walk back around the end of his truck to where I stood.

As he elaborated further, I became more frightened for my physical safety as the details of his thoughts were very alarming to say the least. His idea was obscene and perverted on its face and I was disgusted as I listened to him explain himself. But as he stood in front of me trying to convince me of how this was beneficial for us both, I looked at him and couldn't help but think about my own husbands lack of sexual appetite for me.

But as he rambled on in explicit detail, I tried to maintain my apparent disgusted facial reaction, because there was a small part of me that was becoming a little aroused by his proposal. As he stood just a foot or so from me, we made eye contact as he walked me through how things would go and I found myself actually considering the perverse idea.

I must have changed my facial expression to one of interest and consideration, because again he just smirked and grinned when he was done talking as if he understood something.

I had watched as his lips moved and I could hear his voice. But after he mentioned his buddy and the parts that he could provide should I agree, my mind started to swirl over the idea he proposed.

For a few moments we stood facing each other. They were very awkward moments, and I was indeed dumbstruck by what he was asking of me. I was surprised at my self because a part of me was very flattered that he wanted to fuck me and we had just barely met. Further surprising myself, as I thought it through I started to imagine what it might be like to let him and his buddy take their turns sticking their dicks in me.

It's been ages since my own husband has shown any interest in sticking anything of his in me. I could not help it as I began to weigh my options. Inexplicably, a complete stranger has just laid out his plans for my consideration. He is offering to fix my car in trade, if I would only agree to let him and his buddy spend that evening in some strange hotel room fucking me. I began to get a very warm feeling between my legs.

As I ran things through my head I understood the proposal was basically a simple trade off as it would seem. If I should agree, I would only be out of pocket the cost of a room for a night. In return he will fix my car and the parts to do so will be provided by his mechanic buddy, also in trade.

It was a lot to consider for a married woman. Especially for a woman who has caught her husband playing with his dick as he watched porn in the middle of the night. But is that enough to justify letting two men fuck you just to get your car fixed? I pondered this thought as I stood there next to the tow truck driver. But even as my mind spun with confusing physical and emotional responses, it took only moments for my pussy to begin to ache a little at the idea of it all.

Raising my head to look up at this scruffy looking old man, I start to consider the call to my husband.

As I stared at him, he slowly began to smile back at me and not just with that menacing grin of his. I guess by my silence he got the impression I was in agreement.

"Go ahead and grab your things from your car so I can hook it up" He says with a much less grumpy attitude and a slightly horny grin.

As I gathered my things I felt a very excited and giddy feeling befall me oddly enough. I almost couldn't contain my own thoughts as I began to imagine them holding me down and forcing their hard dicks into me as I tried to resists them.

As I walked away from the truck to a safe area, I pulled out my phone to call my husband. I had no idea what to say to him and I couldn't even believe I was actually making the call. But as I stood watching my car getting loaded onto the flat bed, my gut churned as I nervously waited for him to pick up.

As I stood watching my car move up onto the flatbed, I could hear my voice answering my husband. I had no idea what I was actually saying as I spoke. My mind spun a fable and I repeated it to him verbatim. It was as if I was outside of my self listening to some woman talk to him. And by the time I hung up, I realized I had actually convinced him that I was fine and that I was going to be home as soon as the car was ready tomorrow.

Actually I was a little upset that he didn't take charge of the situation and inform me that he was on his way. I could feel it in my bones, he saw an opportunity to spend the night with his dick in his hands and his favorite porn on the bedroom tv.

As my driver secured the car with the chain's he was fiddling with earlier, I walked up to the truck and waited.

After double checking things, he walked me around to the passenger side of the truck. Opening the door he paused and faced me, I looked at him and he grinned in that dirty old man way at me. I felt myself go a little flush as I knew it wouldn't be long before he would be laying on top of me humping and pounding at me with his old man dick. I could feel my pussy moisten considerably at the thought of it. I just grinned subtly at him as he helped me into the truck

"There's a Regency near the shop, you can get a room there" He says.

"I'll drop the car and be back in about an hour," he adds. As we drive out of the parking lot I get a text from my husband.

"Are you sure about this? I'll drive out if you want" he offers.

Looking up from my phone I stare out the side window in a daze. I can definitely feel that slippy wetness down there and I'm seriously conflicted. As I subtly move my hips I can feel that aching tenderness in my pussy, It's aching because I haven't felt my husbands dick in me for well over a year now, and even longer if you count the years of infrequent encounters. I have long since abandoned my attempts to coerce him to screw me, and any sexual ideas get pushed aside as folly. My sex life has been reduced to the occasional fantasy and masturbation session.

"Yes, but I'll text if I change my mind." I answered back.

I tell him that the manager from the store was taking me out for dinner and that I wasn't going to be alone as she felt a little guilty about my situation. It was another lie but my husband was at ease with that, and he tells me to enjoy my self and not to worry about the car till tomorrow. Again I have gone against my own better judgment in favor of my horny pussy.

I know I shouldn't be sitting in this truck with a man who has made it clear he wants to screw me and share me with his buddy in trade for auto repair services. Every part of my rational senses tells me to get out and call my husband to come and get me.

But I'm still sitting here. I would ask myself why, but I know why... There's a woman inside of me, and she's been wanting her husband to fuck her. And now that woman finds herself miles from home with a strange man who wants to stick his dick in her and she's going to let him and anyone else that wants too before she has to go home.

"Is that your husband?" The driver asked.

"Yes," I said in a guilty voice.

"Did you tell him?" he questioned.

"No, of corse I didn't" I say. "Why would I?"

After passing a few intersections on down the road, the tow driver reaches for his phone. Switching to speaker he sets it back into the holder and lets it ring.

"Hey dude what's up" a voice says.

"You busy?" the driver asks. "Not really, why?" is the response.

The driver briefly lays out the windfall of horny luck that has come his way and then asks his buddy for a certain car part.

"Yeah, I have it" the voice remarks.

The two men go back and forth bantering about the situation like I'm not sitting right there in the truck as they converse. And to be honest, listening to them talk about how they are both going to fuck me and dump their cum in me, made me very horny as I sat silent listening to them talk about me. I wanted to rub myself then and there but I didn't want the tow guy to think I was as eager to get fucked by them as they were to screw me.

"Ok Al, I'll meet you at the garage with the part" the male voice says before hanging up.

I sit for a few moments a little taken aback after hearing the voice of my second potential mate for the evening. But as I gather my self I build up a little courage.

"So your name is Al?" I ask nervously.

"Actually it's Allen" he corrects as he grins devilishly while driving.

"So, Allen... you a married guy?" I ask with some hesitation.

"No, she passed" he says.

"Oh, I see" I respond solemnly.

After a brief pause in respect of his dead wife, I asks Allen...

"Is your friend a married guy?"

"Yes," he says.

"Does it matter?" He asks me back.

"No, to you guys I guess it doesn't" I quip in response.

He gets a big grin on his face as he watches the road. As I casually look at him I catch his hand as he subtly reaches between his legs and grips himself and gently massages. The lump in his coveralls is large and prominent. As I look to his face we make eye contact as he catches me looking at his handful of his own dick. I spin my head in the other direction embarrassed for having gotten caught looking.

We drive the rest of the way to the hotel in silence. But a very excited silence. Except for a couple more text from my husband that chimed, the only sound was the roar of the trucks engine as he shifted gears down the road.

Once we pulled up to the hotel, the tow driver asks me to text him the room number to the same number I called him at earlier, I agreed. He then gets out of his side and walks over to mine and helps me out of the truck.

As he holds my hand I feel how strong his grip is, and once I'm down he puts his other hand on my hip and pulls me to him.

We look at each other a moment and I smile nervously at him. Allen lowers his head and nuzzles me, kissing and sucking gently at my neck. I couldn't help but whimper as I felt his lips on me and his chest to mine.

"He's not fucking you I'm guessing" he says as he whispers in my ear.

Pulling back I look up at him and he grins at me like I was now his to do with as he pleased. And in a way I felt that I was.

"You wanna get fucked, or you would have called him to get you" he surmises.

But I turn my body not really acknowledging him, to reach for my things from the truck. As I turn back I boldly reach between his legs and take hold of him. What I could feel in my hand was much more than what I had at home. I look up and grin at him like I just found my fathers stash of porn magazines and bite my lip.

"Once my car is ready, I'll let you send me home full if you like" I offer this to him with a naughty voice as my hand is full of him.

"Ok, but when you get your car just know, there's five of us at the shop" he says expecting me to be shocked and rescind my offer.

But I just start to massage him as we stand there. It doesn't take much and I start to feel him swell.

"Ok, just fixe my car" I say as I notice his length and girth with my fingers.

As I slowly walk to the lobby I watch as he drives away with my car, I can't help thinking I'm in way over my head and again I consider calling my husband to come get me.

I feel a sense of deviance as I can't even take a step without feeling how wet and slippy I am as I walk to the front desk to check in. And about fifteen minutes later I'm sending the text with my room number, and it isn't long before he responds that they will be over soon.

My head is now spinning as I walk the long hallway to my room contemplating what I have agreed to.

As I walked into my room I pull my phone and send my husband a text to ease his mind. After washing up a bit I find my self sitting on the bed in a very surreal moment feeling nervous and scared partly for my own safety. I wondered how I got to where I was, waiting for not one but two men to knock on the door. The guilt was real as well as was the shame I was feeling over my obvious horny state.

A part of me wanted to leave and call my husband and just go home. But yet there I sat, shaking with a horny lustful excitement anticipating what Allen and his buddy want to do to me. So I slowly lay back on the bed and cautiously reach between my legs.

Softly, a whimpering sound slips from me that reminded me of some slut in a porn movie. I gently press at my overly horny pussy and I suddenly begin to cum. It's almost involuntary, I couldn't help myself or stop myself from crying out with pleasure. And as my orgasm took over my whole body I squirm and writhe on the bed.

As I lay there I can feel my cunt ache for the men who are probably already on their way to screw me.

Completely impassioned I just lay my head back on the bed and let my body calm itself as I close my eye's and wait for them to knock at the door.

For a few minutes I lay there on the bed quietly, my feet dangling off the edge of the mattress. My orgasm has passed but I'm still feeling its effect on me. And as I listen to the sounds of the city around the hotel, it's not long till there's a heavy knock at the door.

I open my eyes wide startled. But I also feel that immediate rush of adrenalin hit me, and my heart starts to pound in my chest.

Frozen like a deer, I'm jolted by yet another heavy rap on the door.

"It's me Allen" he says.

As if time was standing still, I sit up and then slowly stand to face the door. As I walked, Allen knocked again and a little more forcefully, and then again. I watched my hand reached for the doorknob, the air moved slowly as the door began to open. I was almost unaware of my actions, though I felt a sense of urgency to let the two men into my room.

As the door swung open, I see Allen's face, He was smiling and seemed to be happy to see me. His buddy was standing just behind and to the side of him. I smile as best I could as I was definitely fighting an excited uneasiness as they both walked closely passed me into the room.