It was mid-morning somewhere on the interstate between Nashville, TN and the Alabama coast.  The traffic was slightly heavy and on the aggressive side.  People were driving as if they were maneuvering for the pole position.  This display of idiotic nonsense reminded me of the “Fucktard 500” that I previously described in one of my “Dark Corner Pocket” adventures.

Traffic was now compounded with several aggressive truck drivers, each of who were participating in some sort of zero-sum game.  In other words, there had to be a winner, and there had to be a loser.  Then again, maybe they all just were in a hurry because they had to poop…

Needless to say, the traffic was becoming more intense by the second.  I will admit, I was just as agitated as anyone.  In fact, it was getting worse while my sense of humor had dwindled to a nonexistent state.

My wife Jennifer had just about had enough of the quick maneuvering and acceleration.  The ongoing strings of expletives and colorful metaphors emanating from my mouth at an increased volume was about as much as she could bear.

She tried to talk to me and change the subject to calm me down.  Her efforts were in vain and never came to fruition.

Jennifer was at the end of her proverbial rope when she began to operate in a most non-conventional manner.  Before I could process, she lifted up her skirt to her stomach and spread her legs.  It became rather obvious that she had gone commando.  She was not wearing any panties displaying her beautiful, shaved pussy.

Jennifer spread her lips apart and inserted two of her fingers up inside as far as she was able.  She then retracted them and quickly smeared her vaginal essence all over my lips and face with an emphasis under my nose.

I have always found her scent pheromonally intoxicating.  In an instant, I cooled down, so to speak, and regarded the incredible liquid on my face.  I knew that scent anywhere!  It was from between Jennifer’s legs.

This redirection has always been nothing short of amazing.  My whole mindset removed my insatiable, overwhelming desire to drive like the other contestants, selfishly monopolizing the road.

As I passed the next truck, I noticed that the driver had the perfect view of Jennifer’s pussy.  Furthermore, he was able to observe her spreading her lips apart with her fingers up inside.  What a lucky guy!

At that point, I did not say anything to Jennifer.  The truck driver just had the thrill of his life.  However, I had the larger thrill by being up close and personal.  Not only did I get to see her spread herself, I was able to see her slide her fingers inside for a second time.

At a slightly faster pace, I passed the next truck while noticing this driver smiling and making several gestures. With a closed fist, he was moving it up and down resembling a “jerking-off” gesticulation.  There was no doubt that he was enjoying the view.  Also, it was obvious that they were communicating via CB radio.

I informed Jennifer that these drivers had a clear view of her vaginal activities.  She looked a little embarrassed and pulled her skirt back down to cover up her womanhood.

As I slowly accelerated well beyond the trucks, I observed them pull off into a rest area. At first, I wondered if I should be upset with the fact that they could see my wife’s pussy.  Additionally, they had a clear view of her opening it up and shoving her fingers inside.  Strangely enough, I felt a sense of calm followed by a sense of pride.

I knew that we would never see them again.  I also am the one who has access to Jennifer and her attributes.  I am the one who goes to sleep and wakes up next to her.  After all, she is my wife.

Jennifer’s antics never got old.  She had no problem exciting me to the point where my cock was as hard and rock-solid as ever.  All she had to do is grab it, resulting in a load blown without the means for a cleanup.  If those truck drivers were not at that rest area, I would have pulled in and fucked her brains out.

Later that day, while driving, I was thinking.  I found it interesting that this event did not transform me into an angry, possessive idiot.  In fact, it is a little strange that I found it a bit sexually exciting that these men have seen my wife’s pussy.  Further out there, it was also exciting that they saw her spreading her lips and putting her fingers inside.

Perhaps it is a control game.  You know, you can look, but you cannot touch.  After all, we were in the safest environment.  If there was any issue, all I had to do was drive away.  Problem eradicated…

We continued our drive for hours and continued to talk as we always did.  I was the lucky one.  I got to drive with Jennifer while she again pulled her skirt back up and let me finger her until they shriveled from moisture.

Jennifer put one foot on the forward part of the console with the other on the rear.  She opened her legs and granted me the pleasure of looking at her when she spread it open.  She let me watch her slide her own fingers in and out.  This was just for starters…

I asked her if in the future she would stick other objects up inside while I was driving.  I also asked her if she would play with her toy and let me watch her cum.  She said that it might be fun.  Just thinking about these potential activities made my cock pump back up so hard I felt like it was going to explode.

Then, I came up with an idea.  I said, “Maybe we could make a little game out of this.”

Without drawing any unnecessary attention, I could creep up next to one of the trucks on the freeway.  Jennifer would either show the driver her tits or pull up her skirt for a sneaky little tease.

Then, I would normally accelerate through traffic.  As we pull up along-side of another truck, she would be completely covered up acting like a normal passenger in any vehicle.

These truck drivers would be blabbering away on their radios discussing the events they had seen.  However, the next truck driver would inform the previous one that he did not see anything, perhaps telling him he was lying and full of shit.

I would then gently slow our vehicle down back towards the first truck.  Again, Jennifer would allow a quick glance of her tits or lifted skirt.  This driver would probably be making more racket on the radio, but nobody would believe him.  I know, it’s a little cruel, but look how much fun we could have.

Jennifer and I laughed about this for some time.  We considered the options and decided that this could be a lot of fun to play this game sometime in the future.  I then said, “One of these days, we need to acquire a CB radio.”

We continued our road trip in the fashion we normally do.  Jennifer periodically displayed the fun parts of her anatomy.  It was exhilarating to look at her tits when she would occasionally flash them.  She would then provide an extended view, showing almost everything just above her nipples.  I’m sure that other drivers enjoyed the show as well.

Jennifer sporadically spread her legs for my pleasure.  I particularly enjoyed watching her put her fingers inside as well as her playing with her attributes.  Occasionally, I would get my fix by sliding my fingers up inside of her as well.

However, we were driving, and we needed to be more careful.  We wouldn’t want to be distracted or anything… Besides, how would it look if there was an accident and we were found with my fingers up inside of her hooha.

Since it was time to focus more on driving, we decided to continue this dalliance in the hotel suite on the balcony.  That…will be discussed in another story.

As far as the game with the truck drivers, that will also be another story…

This is one of many road trips. I hope you have enjoyed reading this short story as much as I have enjoyed experiencing it. All events are (or will be) true. As usual, the names have been changed to protect the Guilty as Charged. We become more and more guilty every day...

More to follow...