Hello, I'm Paul. It is Saturday night, March 28, 2026. I helped a friend by driving her Kenworth K200 truck from Adelaide to Melbourne while towing a B-double set of refrigerated trailers. When I asked if I could bring my wife Melissa along for the run, she enthusiastically agreed. The journey was exciting, with late-night conversations while driving. It had been nearly two years since we had run together; she'd been diag...

When Paul and I got into the truck cab at 4:45 p.m. In Victorian time, it was 4:15 p.m. on Sunday, March 29, 2026. We live in Adelaide, which is thirty minutes behind Victoria's time, so he had to record it in his logbook, aka the "book of lies" among truckies, even though all his entries were correct. The nickname's irony made me laugh as he wrote the time on the right line of this NHVR work diary. Keep accurate records...

Sitting on the mattress, I observed Melissa as she knelt on the floor between the cab's seats, playing with her pussy and the remnants of my semen. With playful twinkles in her eyes, she ran her lips down my length. Looking at the curtains excited me. People passing by the truck gave me an unexpected rush of joy. Our sex life was dull for 15 months due to her illness. The excitement of the moment reignited a dormant spark...

Sunday, March 29, 2026. At a truck stop, I showered with Priya in the truckies' shower before she returned for the remainder of her shift. Lucy and Priya worked in the truck stop diner. It happened during Priya's lunch break. Apparently, not having customers felt strange to them since I had just met Priya and Lucy. Paul and I kissed and fucked each other in his truck sleeper, which started my encounter with Priya. We didn...

I was sitting in a booth at the truck stop diner, chatting with Priya's colleague Lucy, who was taking a lunch break while Priya ran the counter alone. Paul, my husband, approached Lucy without knowing her. He looked curious, so I smiled as he approached, knowing it was the perfect time to make friends. I said, "Hey, Lucy, meet my husband, Paul." "Paul, it's a pleasure to meet you," Lucy said, holding her hand out to shak...

I lay on the sofa bed in the truck stop office and kissed Lucy, looking into her eyes to see how she felt about it. I could hear our silent words, our silences together. My whisper, 'Your breasts are lactating milk,' made her blush in surprise and embarrassment. She looked down, smiling a little, as if she were thinking about what I had said. “Paul came inside me, and I came again. I could feel kicks of my unborn child, l...