I could feel his cum being forced up and out of my vagina and then running down my upturned ass. A minute or so later, I had his entire load of cum in...me.He pulled out and I sucked his cock clean. His penis was still twitching while I cleaned my pussy with some tissue, pulled on my shorts, replaced my tits inside the bra and pulled down the sweater. He was still lying in the sleeper when I left.Now, you know all about what your darling wife did with the trucker, Dear Husband.We arrived in. She sounded like a kid asking her parent’s for a dollar so she could run to the Good Humor truck to get some ice cream.She came out a minute later with a big smile on her face. As she got into the car she told me to drive. She said she saw him walking toward the bathroom and followed him. Just before he went in she tapped him on the shoulder. She said he turned and when he saw her he looked like a deer in a car’s headlights. She looked down and saw what I told her about, later she told me. ” As he spoke his hands wrapped around the back of my thighs and pulled my legs roughly up to his waist. Knowing what he wanted I wrapped them around him. His hard cock was now pressed tightly against my hot cunt. He started moving to the shore. Each step shifting his dick, rubbing it against me, making me wetter. I slipped a hand between our bodies, my fingertips rubbing over the head of his dick, making him growl deep in his throat. I slid a finger between the lips of my pussy, feeling just. .. teasing. She's Blanche DuBois and Daisy Buchanan.She's Marilyn Monroe and Ingrid Bergman. She's my aunt, naked in myteenage bedroom, source of my wet dreams for years. She's every womanI've ever wanted, mine to command."There," I say out loud, admiring my finished nails. I uncurl my legsand pluck out the cotton wool between my toes. The phone refuses toring. I refuse to call her.The doorbell goes instead. RIght on cue."Fuck," I swear, pulling on a pair of floral pyjama bottoms and leavingmy.