It was August of 2002. I think it was one of those situations where a volunteer was requested, everyone else took one step backward, and I was ‘it.’ I had to meet an expedited freight shipment at our warehouse in the middle of the night, unload the truck, and get the trucker on his way to his next stop.

Kelly and I were both forty-two. She had resigned from her miserable job and not yet taken a new one so, good sport that she always was, she volunteered to keep me company (which I suspected meant ensuring I wouldn’t fall asleep during the thirty-minute drive at three a.m.). I gave the trucker credit, he arrived exactly on time, just moments after we pulled into the parking lot.

I greeted the driver as he climbed out of his cab. We had a minute of polite chit-chat as the driver opened the rear doors of his trailer, backed up the remaining few feet, and set wheel chocks. I was slightly surprised that Kelly joined us. I thought she had planned to wait for me in the car with the air-conditioning. It was the dog days of August and even at that hour of the night, it was in the low eighties.

The driver was a very cordial man probably in his thirties, who was a light-skinned black man and was reasonably handsome. Now I admit, seeing him walking back and forth, in and out of the cab, it was difficult to not notice that it looked like he had a couple of squirrels wrestling around in his shorts.

He was wearing a pair of sweat pants that had been cut off rather surprisingly short, a tank top, and a pair of flip-flops. Kelly, who hadn’t planned on being seen by anyone, had slipped on flip-flops and one of my white XXL undershirts over her nude-for-sleeping body.

Kelly introduced herself to the driver before giving me the opportunity. Manny's, the driver, eyes lit up like Christmas morning as I watched him survey Kelly from her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, past her rather broad smile, to her enormous 36G jugs, down to her bare legs and feet which had to beg the question in his mind of ‘is she wearing anything under that shirt?’ At only five-two, Kelly was peering up at the six-foot and a bit driver

Kelly always knew what her body was doing. Movements were always planned. The soft swaying of her hips, which caused the inertia that slightly swung her jugs, which caused the friction that swelled up her nipples, was, as I well knew, completely intentional. I also caught her eyes darting back and forth at Manny’s crotch. At one point, Manny was facing me and Kelly was over his shoulder, in my line of sight. She made big bug eyes at me and used her eyes to point at his crotch.

Yeah, I had no idea what was going on there, but he had a massive lump that swelled out the front of his shorts. Enough bull-shitting. I had work to do. I went inside, where it was beastly hot as the air conditioning was off for the night, fired up the lift truck, and proceeded to unload about ninety percent of Manny’s full trailer, parking the pallets where they needed to be so production could resume as normal starting at seven a.m.

The task took me nearly an hour. I can drive a lift truck, but I’m no professional. When I was finished I turned off the lights and locked the door. I was drenched in sweat. Both my T-shirt and shorts were soaked. I looked at my car and saw no sign of Kelly.

I looked at the cab of the truck. I could see Manny standing between the front seats, his back toward the front of the truck, facing the sleeper cab. I pulled myself up on the step over the gas tank. Manny was naked. His hands were holding a head, which by process of elimination, had to be Kelly’s and his butt muscles were thrusting toward her face. Pretty clear that Kelly had Manny’s cock in her throat.

As they seemed occupied, I got in the car, started it up, and began the process of cooling myself down to something less than oven-baked. Of course, my mind was racing trying to guess what I missed. Pervert that I was, I quickly had six inches of hardon in my hand and slowly stroked it as I played a movie in my head of Kelly sucking Manny.

I damn-near shit myself when Kelly lightly tapped on the driver’s side window. I pushed the button and turned to look at Kelly. She had a huge grin and quickly reached in to grasp my hard cock. “For me?” she asked.

“If you have room for another,” I replied. I wasn’t surprised that Kelly was naked. I’d found her T-shirt and flip-flops lying on the hood of the car and had grabbed them when I got in.

Manny was standing perhaps ten feet behind Kelly and said, “I need a signature, please, when you can.” I slipped my hard-on back into my shorts and got out of the car. Manny was naked except for his short shorts.

As I signed the bill of lading, Kelly said, “Manny was nice enough to show me the inside of his truck. And a few other things too!” Kelly giggled and then laughed. “Seriously, you need to see this too!” she rattled at me, very excitedly.

“Honey, I’ve seen semi-cabs…”

“No! This!” And with that, Kelly pushed Manny’s shorts down onto his thighs. They were both laughing. And I was pretty sure it was because of the confused look on my face. Manny, like myself, had a completely shaved groin area. But his junk was… Confusing? He had a ball sack bigger than a baseball that hung quite low, down past his cock. His cock was the fattest cock I’ve ever actually seen with my own eyes. Not really any longer than my own but probably three times as big around. And it was starting to harden and point straight out.

Kelly reached down and lifted his massive sack. “Feel how fucking heavy this is!”

I just mumbled, “yeah.”

“No, feel this!”

I looked at Kelly like she was more than slightly crazy. “For fuck sake don’t be such a pussy!” and with that Kelly reached out, grabbed my hand, and slapped it under Manny’s sack, which she fully released into my hand from her other hand that had been holding it.

Well, yes, it weighed a fucking ton. I’d never seen or felt anything like it before or since. Having completed the weigh-in I started to pull my hand back. Manny grabbed my forearm. “Don’t hurry.” Kelly had moved to the other side of Manny and was sidled up to him. She reached down and put her hand over mine and used my hand to fondle Manny’s massive sack.

My only defense is this: I was beyond tired, probably dehydrated to boot, Kelly was making clear what she wanted, and it’s rare that I tell her no.

Manny’s cock was fully hard and uncircumcised. His sheath covered his head and made his cock look flat at the end as though his head had been cut off. Manny used a couple of fingers to stroke the end of his dick, tugging back his foreskin exposing a pinkish head on an otherwise black dick.

I realized I was staring but I’d never seen a cock as fat as his. My head could barely comprehend. Fuck, the whole thing was like an out-of-body experience. At one point I sort of wondered if I was hallucinating from dehydration.

Kelly pretty much forced me to join her as we both rolled around and fondled Manny’s massive sack. Then Kelly replaced Manny’s fingers with her own hand and stroked his cock, which by then I had figured out looked like a Coor’s Banquet Beer short-neck bottle. Manny had stopped breathing and had thrust his crotch out and we played with it. Kelly was smiling at me like she was over the moon.

“I can’t wait to tell you all about how good this felt in my pussy,” she said softly.

Manny chimed in: “Your wife is a stunning woman. We had a very good time. I hope you can be okay with that? She assured me it would not be a problem.”

“I let Kelly find fun wherever she chooses to.”

Kelly removed her hand from Manny’s cock and maneuvered mine to replace hers. Okay, that pulled me out of my daze. I gave Kelly the stink eye. “I do anything for you. Do this for me.” I paused for a long time.

Manny said, “help me out man, please.”

I discovered what an uncut cock felt like. It was a weird sensation moving his foreskin. Kelly was really working up Manny’s balls. Then she dropped and squatted in front of Manny and used her tongue to lick and suck everywhere on his massive sack. Manny moaned. I nearly stopped.

“Oh God, don’t stop!”

Seriously. I was in the middle of it. I knew how it felt to be close and then left hanging. Fuck. I tuned back in to hear Kelly saying, “make him cum, make him cum.”

While it felt nothing at all like my own, I know how to jerk my cock. So, I gave him what has always been saved for myself. Kelly was licking and sucking at a hundred miles an hour. From her noises, I figured there was a good chance she was going to cum just from the excitement of it all.

Manny let out a huge groan. I didn’t slow down. Cum flowed out of his cock and onto Kelly’s face. She was lapping up cum as she sucked his nuts. In my own little world, the worst thing a chick can do is to stop stroking the minute they see the first spurt. Kelly had been well trained. I did the same favor for Manny. Plus, I admit, it was – I don’t know? – interesting stroking his sheath with cum all over it.

A moment later and Manny’s nuts were drained. Kelly had a face full of cum. I had a very sticky hand. Kelly stood, grabbed me by the neck, and kissed me while thanking me for helping her. And left me, also with a sticky face.

Manny acknowledged that he needed to hustle to get to his next stop by six a.m. I gave him a sticky handshake. He gave Kelly a quick pussy finger dip as they hugged goodbye. We watched Manny pull away and waved.

I peeled off my sweaty T-shirt, wiped off my face and hand, and tossed it to Kelly. She left the cum on her face. She started to walk around the car to the passenger side.

“Not so fast!” I caught her at the hood. I dropped my shorts and tossed them on the hood, turned Kelly so she was facing the hood and one hand on her back bent her over as my other hand aimed my throbbing cock into her sopping wet cunt.

Kelly came by the third stroke. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” over and over and over. She squirted a huge blast onto my balls. Then I started teasing her, as she is so prone to do to me after I’m with another woman.

“Did you love that fat cock?”

First, she roared another orgasm and then whimpered “God, yes I loved it! I’ve never fucked a cock so fat. He stretched my pussy so far. But he wasn’t too long. It never hurt. It felt incredible!” She groaned another orgasm.

The mental image of that beer bottle fucking her cunt did it for me. I let loose with a torrent of cum. I kept humping her as I was pumping my jizz. Soon, cum was splattering out of her twat and onto the backs of her thighs. I felt like I’d not pumped so much into her at one time in years.

I was exhausted. I slowly pulled out of her and watched the last of my load slide from her lips and drip onto the concrete. Naked, we both climbed in and made the drive home. Kelly was out like a light before I was even out of the parking lot.

She slept in, showing no signs of life, as I forced myself out of bed in what seemed like just minutes after laying down.

I got home around six o’clock that evening. Kelly was wearing a very, very short, very, very sexy red dress and black stiletto heels. She’d gone full war paint makeup and looked like a magazine model. “I’m taking you out to dinner. But you have to drive.”

We went to a nice, known “fancy” steakhouse about forty minutes away. Necks snapped, jaws dropped, eyes bugged as we were led to our table. As I perused the appetizers, Kelly whispered, “I feel a little bit like last night.”

“How’s that?

“I left the house only wearing only one piece of clothing…”

I had to adjust my slacks to make room for swelling. “So, about last night. What the heck happened?” Kelly shared the entire tale, sparing no detail. The server quickly figured out to give us our space. After dinner, we went to the bar for a nightcap. We didn’t leave the place until ten o’clock. Thank heavens I was wearing black slacks. I felt like I leaked a gallon of pre-cum.

Kelly was fascinated by whatever was bouncing around in Manny’s shorts. His shorts were so short she figured that it wasn’t a massively long cock or the tip would have been hanging out of one of the legs. Manny was fascinated by her huge tits, and she knew he had assumed she was wearing nothing but my T-shirt. They had moved close to each other and the temperature had gone up a million degrees.

Kelly closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Within ten seconds, Manny had her sitting on the trunk of my car, nude, his tongue down her throat, and a couple of long fingers up her twat. Kelly came in moments. As soon as she recovered from her first orgasm she was reaching for his crotch. “I want to see what you’re barely hiding in here!”

Manny stepped back and pushed down his shorts. Kelly just stared. Then she hopped off the trunk and got on her knees to study what Manny had presented. He had a pendulous sack that hung a couple of inches lower than his cock and looked like a sock with a baseball (actually, I’m more inclined to go with softball) at the end of it. At first, she expressed concern as to whether he had a medical condition. Manny explained that he used a pump to make his sack so huge.

By that point, of Kelly inspecting his junk, Manny’s cock had become hard and Kelly could tell that it was fatter than any cock she’d ever seen in her life. Manny went on (as Kelly began to stroke him) that he felt that his sack seemed tiny compared to his cock so he used a pump to make it much bigger. Kelly made clear that she had no idea what he was talking about. So, Manny invited her into his cab, pulled out his pump, got his sack into it, and showed her how it worked. He told her he would pump for an hour or two each day as he was on the road while he cruised down the highway.

Kelly laughed and said she always wondered what truckers were up to when they weren’t watching her flash them. Manny was excited to hear that Kelly was a flasher and she shared a number of her tales of flashing truckers. Manny had her help him remove his balls from the pump. Kelly sucked and played with his sack as Manny slowly maneuvered her to the bed in the sleeper.

Kelly grabbed his cock to stroke it as Manny laid her on the bed. Manny slipped his fingers into her wet slit again. He commented how much he enjoyed her bare beaver and also took a closer look at the tattoo on her pubic mound. Kelly couldn’t close her hand around his cock it was so fat. She enjoyed sliding his foreskin around. Kelly couldn’t believe how incredibly wet she was. The whole scene had her twat literally dripping with anticipation.

Manny asked if she wanted him to try to get his cock in her. Kelly had heard similar questions from very well-endowed men and knew that huge cocks aren’t always a bed of roses for the owners. Many women just can’t or aren’t willing, to take them. She assured Manny that she wanted to fuck his fat dick. Manny pulled her feet to his shoulders and slipped his six-inch-long black dong up and down her wet slot.

They could both hear her juices squishing as they played. Manny smiled at her and thrust his ass forward. He got about his cock about halfway in and hit some resistance. Concerned, he asked if he should retreat. Kelly explained that she just needed a minute to adjust to his huge girth and asked him to keep up his gentle pumping motion. Within a couple of minutes, Manny realized that her pussy had opened and his cock had bottomed out. He had no more dick to push in.

Kelly purred, “Yeah… Fuck me.”

With her feet still on his shoulders, Manny had her nearly bent in half as he laid on top and fucked straight down into her honey pot. Kelly came hard. She said the feeling was almost indescribable. Her pussy had never felt so full. That was confusing to me because Kelly has fucked some long, fat cocks in her life.

She explained that being that completely stretched open, to her limits, was a very different feeling than a cock going deep. And she was also very clear: She fucking loved it! She recalled feeling badly at one point as they fucked because she’d felt how much of her lady cum had flowed down her ass and knew she was soaking his bed through the mattress. But, she couldn’t stop. He kept fucking and she kept cumming and cumming.

Manny slipped his cock out and said, “Flip over.” Kelly was thrilled! With doggy-style being an all-time favorite position of hers. She gurgled as Manny crammed his monster back into her hole. The feeling was beyond anything she’d experienced. Then he started fucking her more intently. His massive sack was slapping into her slit and banging onto her clit.

Kelly started screaming as she came and she stayed in a zone of continuous orgasms. She was grabbing at his sheets and ended up pulling them off his bed. She screamed so much she was beyond hoarse. When I caught up with her and Manny after I’d emptied the trailer, I could tell just from the sound of her voice that she’d had her brains fucked out.

Manny suddenly stopped fucking. Kelly whimpered. He told her he was close to cumming. Kelly assured him that he could pump her pussy full of his fluid. Manny had other ideas. “Can I cum in your mouth?”

Kelly said she was willing to try. Manny slid out of her pussy and stood up. Kelly sat up and got on her knees in front of his cock. She couldn’t open her jaw far enough to let him fully penetrate her face, but she was able to expose his cockhead and get that inside her mouth easily.

With his head in place, Kelly used one hand to stroke his foreskin and the other to swing and sway and play with his giant sack. Her tongue teased at his frenulum. Manny seemed to love her technique. He gently held onto her head and humped to the beat. He never moved her hand away. Manny let Kelly stroke him to orgasm.

Kelly was thrilled that he filled her mouth with his salty fluid. Since he was at the front of her mouth, she never felt as though she may drown. A couple of times super long guys had left her gasping for what she thought might be her last breath on earth as they’d pumped a load down her throat which was closed off by the girth of their cock.

As Kelly was still sucking out his final drops Manny confessed that he lives to cum inside a mouth and even went so far as to tell Kelly that he was bisexual. He said it was hard to find a woman’s mouth on the road, but guys willing to suck his cock were a dime a dozen. And once he started pumping his sack, he said they practically stand in line to suck him off.

Somewhere earlier Kelly had covered that, no, I wouldn’t kill him for fucking my wife. We had a different kind of relationship and loved trying new experiences. Manny brought that back around and asked Kelly, just after she gulped down his load if I was bi? She assured him that, no I didn’t get with men. And then she said, “but he is into kinky things and would probably get a kick out of seeing your huge sack.”

“Do you think he’d want to play with it?”

“Eh, I don’t know about that?”

“Maybe you could encourage him? You said he likes to try new things. He might enjoy it if he knows that you’re okay with it?”

“I’ll be honest. I’ve always thought it would be something to see him with a cock in his mouth. I mean I’ve been with women more times than I can count, usually for his benefit. Although, not always…”

Kelly heard my car running. “Sounds like he’s done.”

By that point in her story, my cock ached at the thought of my beautiful and crazy wife. No, I wasn’t ever going to go down on a guy. Yeah, what happened didn’t kill me and it was indeed very kinky. And then we had a conversation about her and women and Kelly did have to confess that many times she ate pussy simply because she wanted to. And although she, beyond question, prefers cock, she’s had an awful lot of fun experiences being with women.

Kelly had slipped off her stilettos and had been sliding her bare feet up and down my slacks for an hour or more. When we went into the bar, which thankfully was fairly dark, I walked closely behind her to hide my raging erection. We sat at the bar which had perhaps a dozen barstools and a half-dozen patrons. Kelly sat so she was aimed right directly at me and slowly spread her knees apart. Her dress was so short I had a great close-up view of her bare pussy.

Occasionally, I slipped a couple of fingers into her slit as we talked, just keeping her as wet as she had me. We eventually left the bar and I went around to open Kelly’s car door for her. She dropped to her knees between the door and door frame, fished out my cock, and gulped me down. We were both in a race to the finish. I had been on deck for hours. Kelly jerked me with one hand, fondled my nuts with the other, and as soon as she saw signs of my sack tightening up, she slid her long middle finger straight up my ass, drummed on my prostate and I exploded a torrent of cum into her mouth.

She actually choked and snorted a bit. She quickly hopped up as soon as I was mostly done. She yanked open the glove box, grabbed a tissue, and then told me that I’d shot cum out through her nose. I put a still dripping cock away and we drove off. Kelly had her feet on the dash and masturbated the entire way home.

All in all, not bad for a couple of middle-aged horny fuckers!