It made me so hard thinking about my slut wife being used again. I laid there but couldn’t fall asleep waiting for her, I was too horny. I watched...the clock… 1:15,…1:30…1:45…2:00…Finally around 2:20 AM a Jeep pulled into the driveway. The headlights reflected off the white garage doors and back, illuminating the Jeep’s interior. Inside I could see my wife sitting in the front passenger seat and a man sitting in the driver’s seat. I could tell that someone was sitting in the back seat. I. I had never really sucked the balls of those boys in high school, so it was a new experience for me. The feeling of being under him like this was fueling my desires to be used for his pleasure. I felt his huge, soft cock heavily resting on my head. My face was between his legs and nuzzled against his balls, which meant I was only inches from his ass. His aroma was musky but clean, and I opened wide to suck his scrotum. I took one of his big nuts into my mouth and sucked it and moved it around. We are."We unloaded her car carrying everything but the ammunition inside. I took that into the garage while Jane went to the kitchen. I didn't mention to Jane that there was a forty-five automatic pistol in my nightstand that was loaded and ready if the need ever arose.I came into the kitchen to smell some fantastic aromas coming from the direction of the stove. It seems that I have married a very good cook though I considered that a bonus rather than a necessity. I could cook but was not near. The funeral was held in our hometown. I am not sure how I made it back there. I vaguely remember when the lid of her casket was lowered. I knew then that my soul mate was gone from me forever. I stayed with friends for a while, but decided that I would rather be on the road.Which is how I found myself climbing up Wolf Creek Pass. I had fueled up in South Fork on Highway 160 headed south. I had just started up the pass when it started to snow. I had driven this route before many times, but this.