I am an over-the-road truck driver and my wife, Donna sometimes goes with me on my extended trips. Donna is a cutie and is built like a brick house, standing 5’4” and weighing all of 103 pounds soaking wet. Everywhere we go, she always draws a lot of attention.
I like the mischievousness Donna sometimes beings into our life. We’ve been married about ten years and we have a very happy sex life, but every now and then, one of us gets a hankering for something different. We’re very committed to each other, but we also are open-minded about sex and having a little fun.
A while back, I asked Donna if she had ever had a three-way and at first, I got an icy stare in return. Then after a few minutes, she asked if I was wanting to do a three-way.
“No,” I told her, “I was just curious, more or less.”
I told her how I had seen her looking at other girls whenever we would stop at truck stops or rest-stops, so I was just curious as to why she often cast her gaze on other women for long periods of time.
“Women intrigue me,” Donna disclosed, “Not so much in a sexual way, just in general.”
Then one day, on an extended drive out to California from Texas, we picked up a girl, hitch-hiking alone across the country. One thing led to another, and Donna and this girl ended up hooking up in the sleeper section of the cab, as we made our way across I-10. I damn near had my first wreck that night, as two pair of naked female legs accidentally extended out of the sleeper along with deep moans of pleasure.
After we deposited out hitch-hiker in California, I told Donna that next time, she had to let me watch.
“Maybe,” Donna said, “Next time, you should just pull over and we'll have you join us.”
“Maybe I just might do that,” I countered.
I wrote a little short story about that adventure for Lush Stories on the internet, and it got quite a few likes and comments. I showed Donna what I had done and at first, she was embarrassed, but I assured her that in changing her name for the story, no one would ever know who she or I were. That seemed to calm her down a bit.
Then one night as we were sitting at a rest stop, Donna asked me if I had ever read some of the stories written by a particular author on Lush and when I said that I had, she was surprised. We were both surprised to find out we both liked the same stories.
“Do you think the stories are true?” Donna asked.
“I have no idea,” I told Donna, “But I do like the author’s style.”
We debated if the author was a guy or a girl, since the author seemed to write from both perspectives. It was clear the author had said he was a guy, but we weren’t sure. You just don’t know when it is the internet.
“It’s probably some fat sex-starved teenager in the garage,” Donna said. I agreed.
A few days went by and I took a flying leap. I messaged our favorite author and complimented his storytelling. I told him I was an over-the-road driver and that I often stop off in Dallas on over-the-road trips and that my wife, Donna often traveled with me. He didn’t respond for several days, and I didn’t think to look at the Lush site for several days afterwards.
When I signed in to Lush, I saw a message from our favorite author and a thanks. He also asked me to send him a photo of Donna.
I asked for the same from him and he readily complied. I was surprised to find out he was a decent looking guy, in his late fifties and well-groomed and professional looking. I sent him a photo of Donna and he replied, “Holy smokes, man, you hit the jackpot.”
He wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already know.
I have always had a secret wish to see Donna getting boned by another guy. Call me weird, but I think it would be erotic and cool. Donna is a great fuck and she likes to put on a show, and she can be quite a tease when she wants to be. I once dared her to flash a bunch of college guys as we were near the beaches one day and she not only flashed them, she mooned them. She was always wearing tight little skirts or tight as hell blue jeans, just to see the reaction she might get at truck stops.
Our Lush author continued to post, and Donna and I became more and more intrigued. We started following all of the postings.
“We should meet him one day,” I blurted out after she read a recent story posted online by our Lush friend. "These stories are so damn erotic!"
“That’s not likely to happen,” Donna replied. “People do this as a hobby, but I’m willing to bet he would never agree to a meetup.”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “I have a feeling this guy might be willing to meet up.”
Donna laughed.
“You know,” Donna replied, “If he turns out to be a hunk and not some weirdo, you might be unleashing something wild in me.”
“You’ll have to let me watch,” I said.
“You mean you wouldn’t do a three-way with me and another dude?” Donna pressed.
“I’m sorry,” I told Donna. “I love you, but I don’t want sweaty balls next to mine. I’d just as soon watch.”
Donna laughed.
“But if it were a girl, you’d be all over her…”
“In a heartbeat,” I replied. “I am a guy, you know.”
A few more days went by, and as luck would have it, one of our stops was going to be in Dallas one afternoon. I messaged our Lush friend and asked if he wanted to meet up with Donna and me for a late lunch or early dinner at the truck stop.
To my surprise, he was actually online and responded with his cell phone number and asked me to call him.
Patrick was a cool guy. He said he wasn’t sure if I was for real or just a teenager in a garage posting on the internet. I laughed and told him that Donna thought the same thing about him.
He agreed that he’d like to meet up with us on our next pass through Dallas. I told him we were about two hours away. We agreed to a place and a time and to call about an hour before the meetup.
As Donna and I pulled into Dallas, I told her that I had a surprise for her. She was a bit road weary at that point and not really paying attention. I told her that we’d be meeting up with a potential customer at the truck stop and asked her to freshen up a bit.
“Freshening up” for Donna was a cue to dress slutty or sexy looking, since sex sells our services to trucking brokers - not that we'd ever have sex for business, but we liked to make folks think so. It always got us some pretty good cargo loads and plenty of money to go with it.
Donna slipped into some super-tight jeans and a low cut, button-down shirt that she comfortably left unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. As she changed in the sleeper cab, I called Patrick and confirmed our meetup place.
It was hot in Dallas the day that we arrived. Donna looked super cute and sexy in her “freshened up” attire. She slipped on her straw cowboy hat and asked, “How do I look?”
“Very sexy,” I told her, quickly adding, “Maybe you’ll get lucky.”
“Maybe so,” she quickly shot back. “I’m past due for a good fuck.”
As we entered the diner, with country music blaring from the speakers, Patrick stood up and made his way to the hostess stand. I knew it was him because I immediately recognized him from the photograph, a photo he had sent me weeks before.