Chapter 5: Road Trip to Reno

Just a week ago I confessed to my hubby that for the last three months I had been having an affair that I had just broken off. Even though we had been through it before and survived the aftershocks Wyatt was stunned and upset. Just as before he sat me down for a long conversation about why, who, where and what my latest partner and I had done together, and then he forgave me. My husband has always been willing to forgive me as long as he knew what he was forgiving, and little by little, to make it more comfortable for myself, I told him as much as I could remember, even the most explicit detail. Once again, he explained that by confessing my wayward sexual life helped him better understand me. And, as before, my detailing of the sex I enjoyed with the man with whom I had just cheated (Dennis) turned my aggrieved husband on, and he, and I became so horny that we fucked our brains out.

Even though he continually forgave me for my iniquities, each confession placed a strain on our relationship. This time, as a palliative remedy, we agreed to take a road trip to Reno, Nevada, figuring that a long ride like this would give us enough time to hash over the nature of our troubles which were, mostly my insatiable need to feel and get comfortable with another selectively temporary man’s cock in my voracious cunt.

As always, I was amazed at how easily Wyatt accepted my recurrent bouts of falling off the fidelity-wagon, as if I were a binge drinker who could never resist my addictive cravings. There was no question about him loving me unconditionally. Apparently, more than Wyatt needing sex with me so much, loving my body, especially my big tits, his horniness was heightened by the details of my confessions of what I did with my latest Don Juan always turned my tolerant hubby into a Satyr, this time for a full week of marathon sex ... and we weren’t getting any younger. One would think that both of us were on some kind of aphrodisiac that made us fuck to exhaustion, recover to the point where he would castigate me for fucking another guy, making me tell him the tiniest detail—to the final drop of cum—during which he would castigate me, and then coupling our fatigued and hurting sexual parts we would fuck until we had passed out.

We knew we needed a break from our regular routine of sexual grappling in our bed at home. So, we decided to take a road trip to Reno. The long ride in the car would give us time alone where we could rehash what had happened and get our heads around the possibility of me putting an end to my continually falling off the wagon. But I knew, regardless of where we were, Wyatt was going to keep fucking me like a Satyr, and I was going to love it. I would act the part of his perfect whore, a profession I had pursued for a year with his approval and help.

So, in the afternoon of our long drive to Reno from home, with the temperature warm, I pulled off my tee shirt, unhooked my bra and shimmied it to the floor. I was now just in the shorts I wore on the trip, my huge tits swinging like pendulums, I sat on the edge of the car seat and waited to see what his reaction would be.

Though we agreed to say nothing more about my recent affair, our conversations on the trip always segued to Dennis and me. And as I talked about the way I sucked his cock until he blasted his load down my throat and then getting him hard again and taking his cock inside my cunt until he filled it with his abundant ejaculations.

Hubby would occasionally reach over and feel my tits that he loved so much and then would question me how much Dennis loved them and asked if Dennis worshipped them the same way he did. He asked how large Dennis’ cock was, and how it felt inside me, and if it stayed as hard as his did while inside my cunt. I would answer all his questions as honestly as I could. And sometimes I would even embellish the truth. We would drive on for another hour, more questions, more answers. I knew how he was getting horny by the way his nostrils were flared and how he was having trouble keep the car from weaving on the road.

When he got to the point that his knuckles on the wheel were turning white I took small vibrator out my purse, pulled off my shorts and my panties—now completely naked as I had already bared my tits—I put that vibrator gently on my clit, turned it on and massaged my clit for several minutes, before putting it inside my wet cunt, and fucked myself.

When we saw a sign that said, “Rest Area Ahead, Wyatt was so horny that he gasped, “I’ve gotta fuck you, baby,” and pulled into rest stop. There weren’t many people there, but he didn’t care. Getting out of the car, which was parked diagonally near the rest area facilities he came around to the passenger side, had me turn in the seat and put my feet on the surface of the parking lot. He opened his pants, pulled down his shorts, and fed his pulsating cock into my eager mouth. I sat there completely naked sucking his cock and feeling his balls—he loved that so much. He pulled me forward, then turned me around so that my ass was in the air so that he could enter my needy, juicy cunt. I was so horny after talking about sex on the bumpy road that seemed to energize my clit that I had been playing with so intensely and I needed his cock inside me. I didn’t care that I was completely naked, and we were fucking in public, in BROAD DAYLIGHT, and cried out for all to hear, “Oh baby, I’m such a slut! Fuck your slut!!, Fuck that cunt baby!!!, Fuck that cunt and fill it with your hot fucking CUM.” The words I would say as he fucked me right there on the side of the road, we didn’t even consider that another vehicle could stop in the same pullout, but fortunately that never happened. As I felt his cock continue to pound my cunt, I moaned in such delight, I loved the way my husband fucked me, I loved how he reached under me to feel my big floppy tits too, and how he showed me how much he desired me, and then filled me with his hot cum, and it was wonderful. As he pulled his shorts up, I used a few napkins that we always carried for just this purpose, to wipe my wet pussy. I was naked when we got back in the car and stayed that when until we got close to Reno. It was my way of saying; “Here I am for you in case you want to stop again.”

We checked into the Riverboat Casino, which I don’t believe is still in existence. At the time though, it was a decent place to stay. After getting into the room, we didn’t do much before heading downstairs to the restaurant for dinner. It had been a long day of driving, as well as extra-curricular activity and we were both tired ... it was around nine o’clock. We were pretty tired, but not too tired that we went right to sleep without having sex first. But we were pretty quick, a little foreplay and not wanting a long roll in the hay. When it was over, we hopped into the shower together, then went to bed and slept like two well-used people.

Though neither of us are serious gamblers we played a few slots, visited a few tables, and took in a few shows, the best being Paul Revere and the Raiders. We cruised the Casinos, spent hours in different lounges, got a little drunk a couple of times, had a lot of sex, and I most enjoyed wearing my sexiest outfits that my husband absolutely loved because they showed off my tits and ass so well. It turned me on when I saw the lust in so many men that loved them too, which made me think of how exciting it might be to fuck some of them.

On our final night in Reno, we decided to stay in our room and order room service. We had beers in the room, although we had already consumed more than a few earlier and were feeling no pain. I brought this sexy red see through lingerie with holes for my naked boobs to pop out. The panties were so sheer that my hairy cunt showed as if it was coming out of a thin mist. This was back in the day before I started shaving it and it was a full-fledged bush that parted where my lips came together.

During dinner I could tell that my hubby was also eating up the sight in front of him. He seemed to be vibrating with the anticipation of springing at me with his well-honed sword. After dinner when we were on the sofa working on more beers Wyatt said, “Tell me the most memorable thing that you and Dennis did together.” Dennis was the guy I had just had the affair with.

I told him about the first night when we went to Dennis’ house. His wife was away visiting her ailing mother and there was no possibility of our getting caught. Walking into that house for the first time (there would be many more) I looked around and saw all the signs of another woman living there which didn’t bother me in the least. I saw pictures of them together and didn’t care. I didn’t care at all that he was married and didn’t care that I was married. I didn’t care that we both had children. I just wanted him and was turned on by how badly he wanted me, nothing else mattered.

As we went into the master bedroom, I saw that the closet door was open, and his wife’s clothes were hanging there which made me think, this is her house, where Dennis should be fucking her and now, he is going to fuck me. I could feel my pussy becoming drenched with my secretions and was just so happy anticipating Dennis cock thrusting into my cunt that was so ready for it. We both undressed ... Dennis threw his clothes over a chair while I took hangers out of his wife’s closet and hung up my clothes on the rod right between hers. Both of us were standing naked facing each other, where he and his wife had probably stood thousands of times, I didn’t care. We laid naked in the bed, side by side where he and his wife had laid thousands of times, and I just couldn’t care less. He licked my cunt, and I sucked his cock ... made his cock so hard that I almost laughed out loud that it was my mouth on his cock instead of his wife’s. And when I felt his cock inside of my slutty fucking cunt, I arrogantly thought about it being me instead of her.