A 10 hour day was as good as it could get. I got the pizza, and a bottle of wine. I opened my side of the door, her side was still closed. I did not k...ock, I figured she could hear me open the hallway door, and knew I was here. I opened the wine, and put a slice on a plate, and began to eat. 2 slices and a glass later, still no knock. I guessed she did not want to come over. And that was fine with me, I had hoped there would be a change of mind. Too bad. Just as I was cleaning up, I heard a rap. As I continued to listen in I could hear his wife laughing and telling him to get behind her. Holy shit I thought, I was gonna hear them get each other off. My cock was so hard moving around in my pants. They were both moaning and she really likes to talk nasty. I couldn't handle it and pulled my cock out and started jacking off. I wanted to lay on my bed and jack-off, but it was better for me to hear if I stayed sitting in my computer chair. She was getting louder with every second, and I was. Then he said in a deep low voice. “Thanks man. I really needed that. I've been driving all day. I’m in the truck parking lot next door and if you are around later look for the Blue Cab with the Eagle on the door. Just knock. I could drop another load in a few hours if you are interested. See ya later good buddy.” Then he left. I sat there reminiscing about the previous hot trucker and his fantastic uncut cock, when I could hear some another person or persons coming up the gravel pathway. Whatever it was that Phillip was doing to her, it felt good. Even more inexplicably, Maggie felt a trickle of moisture gather between her legs, momentary panic settling in as she quickly checked herself, worried that her curses had taken this particular moment to start, relieved when she found they hadn't. Even so, she became rather 'wet' as she continued to lie there listening to the two of them below her, wondering... wondering what it was they were doing? But even more importantly, why were.