The Truck Driver


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Slut Wife, Wife Watching, Group Sex, Polygamy/Polyamory, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: With what started as a chance meeting with a truck driver over the CB radio turned into more, much more. Katie breaks a promise made to Bill. This story is fiction but based on an actual event.

My name is Bill and I am married the most beautiful, desirable, sexual woman in the world, you don't to take my word for it, but you can ask any of the hundreds of men she fucked over the years and you would receive the same answer.

Katie was one of the lucky women, after 2 children, she retained her hourglass figure. Before children she was a perfect 36-34-36 and after children she turned into a 38-24-36. She has shinny natural blond hair and has always kept her pussy shaved except for a small runway and has a set of boobs to die for.

As I looked over at Katie napping in the front seat, I realized how lucky I was to have her as my wife. So many men can't take their eyes off of her, but in the end she lives with me.

It was vacation time, not the normal vacation with the kids along, but this summer we had a week by ourselves. The kids were in camp and we decided that we needed some adult time away from everything. We had made plans months ago; and had reserved a place on the beach for the week and were planning on a week of sun and playing in the surf. A week without work, children, and the worries of home, time to let go or as they say "let our hair down". The sun was shining brightly as we pulled out of the driveway and headed south on the interstate. Katie had unbuttoned all but one of the buttons on her blouse and reclined the seat to absorb some of the bright sunshine.

Glancing her way every time that I could steal a moment from the road, she looked like a model right out of any magazine. With full breasts that moved with every breath she took, moving up and down and with every bump in the road they would jiggle from side to side. If the bump happened to be combined with her inhalation I could see almost of her complete bare breast through the gap in her blouse front.

I was on the road a lot and had started using a CB radio to talk to others on the road, so for company I reached down and turned it on. It was set to the channel that the truckers used, that way I could keep an ear out for problems on the road and maybe take a detour and avoid some delays. The voices on the radio were almost continuous, reports of where the cops were sitting, traffic jams and every once in a while there would be a report of a trucker seeing a beautiful woman who may have flashed him. Every time a flashing report came on, all of the other truckers would try to find out the location and what kind of a vehicle was involved.

Katie started stirring, looking almost like a cat after a nap. As she awoke there were a couple of truckers talking about seeing a convertible loaded with girls and all of there were wearing very revealing clothing. Katie said, "Bill is that all those horny guys think about?"

"Think about it, some of them are on the road five or six days a week, never getting home to a wife, now you can see why they are so horny."

"What if I was to flash one, do you suppose that they would notice."

"I guarantee it."

She now set up in her seat and started to watch for trucks, then she would start yelling, "Hurry up and catch that one, come up beside it, I want to flash the driver."

I did as she instructed, but when it came time to flash she backed out. Then she heard the radio, "Breaker, just saw a beautiful beaver, she started to flash me then backed out."

General radio chat started, what did she look like, what kind of a car was she in, was she really that good looking? On and on the conversation went. Katie turned to me, "Are they talking about me?"

"You are the subject of all the comments."

"There's another truck, pull up beside it and I'll really give them something to talk about."

Speeding up, we pulled up beside a trailer pulled by a bright red tractor, Katie looked over at the driver and waved, he waved back. I could tell that she was building up her courage. "Slow down, I want to give this driver an eye full."

Looking in the rear view mirror, I could see that there were no other cars behind us, so I slowed down to stay side by side with the driver's side window. Katie turned toward the driver again and slowly unbuttoned her last button. Holding the hem of her blouse she slowly began to open it up, now showing both of her boobs all the way to the nipples. Now placing her arm across her chest, she pulled one arm free of the blouse, keeping to the other arm across her chest, she completely removed her blouse. She covered her boobs with one hand and holding her blouse in the other. The driver gave her a shot from the air horn. Katie dropped the blouse to the floor; the driver was having a hard time his eyes on the road. Slowly she began to drop her hand from her left breast then completely removed the covering from both breasts. With her last move, the driver hit the air horn again to give his vote of approval.

Katie had one of those voices that sounded like butter, so smooth; every time she spoke to a man they would just melt to her charm. Between the voice and her dark eyes, eyes that spoke nothing but sex, men didn't stand a chance around her.

We slowed down and pulled in behind the big rig when we heard the radio come alive with talk. From the chatter, we picked up that the driver that we had just passed had the radio handle of "Big John."

Katie picked up the mic and spoke, "I think I'm the subject of all this talk, Big John how did you get your radio handle."

He returned with a reply that he would not tell her but from the sound of her voice would love to show her. With this she had a good idea of how the handle came into being.

"If you give us a chance to pull up beside your truck again and you may see some more sites."

Soon we were beside the big rig again. Katie unfastened her seat belt, rolled the window down and got up on her knees so that she would be able to pose in the side window. As we drew even with the trucker, I could see him wave and Katie wave back to him. That wasn't enough to suit her, off came the top again and there she was riding with the window rolled down and the wind moving her breasts all around. From the long blast on the air horn it wasn't hard to tell that Big John was enjoying the view. I slowed the car and dropped back behind the truck as Katie keyed the mike again, "Big John, have you seen any interesting sights on this trip?"

I could hear the radio crackle, "Just had some lovely scenery pull up beside my truck, sure would love to see more of that country side." From the radio silence, you could tell that all of the other truckers were listening to see what would become of this exchange.

"Don't be so impatient, you never know what kind of sights you may see," she replied. With that exchange we slowed and pulled in behind the big rig.

Casual chit chat between the two flowed back and forth over the airwaves for the next hour or so. There was a rest stop coming up and both of us had to stop. As I flipped on the signal well ahead of the turnoff, Big John must have seen it in his side mirror because he hit the brakes and pulled into the rest area just ahead of us. He had to park in the area reserved for truckers and we pulled up in front of the restrooms. We both got out and made a quick dash to relieve ourselves, when we came out there was Big John standing beside our car. He was about 6' 8" or maybe a little taller, looked to weigh about 275 pounds of nothing but pure muscle. Katie went up to him, jumped in his arms and gave him a deep kiss, talk about the odd couple, this was it. Katie was only 4' 10" and him over 6' 8". We talked for a little while and after we got

comfortable with each other he asked Katie if she had ever been inside of a big rig, when she said no, he asked if she wanted a personal tour, they looked at me and I gave a nod that it was ok. Of course I knew that Katie was going to be shown more than just the inside of the truck. Off they went hand in hand as I watched.

John seemed to be so gentle, almost like a gentle giant; he took her to the truck and had to help her up because she was so short, and I did noticed that John's hands paused a little longer than necessary on her ass as he lifted her into the truck. After she climbed up into the cab and sat down in the driver's seat, he came around to the other side and got in. He began to explain all of the instruments and switches to her. Soon she asked about the sleeper in the back, he told her to climb in and take to full tour. To her surprise it wasn't anything like she would have expected, not rough and manly but finished in a soft blue. He almost seemed afraid of her, slowly she rolled over on the sleeper bed so that she was now close to him, reached up and put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. She began to kiss him first on the lips and then down the neck until she reached the top button on his shirt, with this she stopped and began to unbutton each button and kiss each new patch of bare skin. His chest was covered in very curly brown hair, a complete turn on for Katie; she loved to rub her face into a hairy chest.

After unbuttoning all of the buttons she pulled the shirt back to expose his nipples which she started to suck on, first one and then the other.

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