No sex since her husband had been stricken with MS some years ago, and could no longer perform.So we chatted for a while and agreed to meet up in a lo...al seedy hotel – not that I wanted anything seedy, more it would shield us from prying eyes. It was a bit strained at first until we both realised, we both wanted the same thing – sex. So we slipped quietly to room 103, a spacious and well appointed room, and quaffed the prosecco that I had ordered beforehand. She began by slipping off her. "that felt fucking fantastic Mark, you fucking stud", I said, he laid his sweaty head down on me, I wiped his brow and hugged him tight. Mark lifted his head towards mine and started some intimate deep kissing. It didn't actually dawn on me until afterwards that the two best men that have ever made love to me were both Truckers. Marks amazing love making still sends shivers down my spine but it didn't end there. We fooled around for an hour or so before Mark gave me a towel and we went across. The trigging cost was beginning to look all out of proportion to the end gains. Christ, he loved her, the beautiful blonde vixen... at least, he wanted to, but... goddamnit, now he was so fucking confused... !Of course, it wasn't too late for her to make a clean breast of it all, the way they had always done with the capitol crowd after a "swapmeet." And if she came right out and told him she'd sucked the lecherous bastard to completion, and it was the first time she'd ever gone the whole. “But why?” I wondered. I pondered this for a while before I felt her gaze on me. Peering up, I found her staring at me with lust-filled eyes. Suddenly, everything made sense. Her oddly perverse behavior. Her soaking-wet pussy. Her need to get naked. She was horny. And it was all because of my studly new body.“Would you like to lick my pussy?” she asked, confirming my suspicions.I was stunned. Not only was she attracted to me, but she was willing offering herself to me. As desperate as I was to.