Though I was sure it was in vain, I stuck my thumb out anyway. As the massive truck came closer it slowed and pulled onto the shoulder much to my asto...ishment. The massive vehicle pulled up right in front of me and stopped; against the loud drone of the hot engine I heard the driver’s door open and close. Then the driver walked around the front of the truck and came over to me. His size got my attention immediately. He was about six foot three, middle-aged, had a goatee, and must have been. She then pulled on a white blouse and began buttoning it up."But, I think you need to change, he is too dressed up for you to berunning around in jeans and a t-shirt." Oh, ok, I guess you're right," Zoe admitted."I'll be out in a minute," Karen went to the bathroom."Well, she certainly decided to open up some," Zoe stared at the emptyspace where Karen had been standing. She turned and went and found herown dress slacks and blouse and proceeded to change.Karen came back out of the bath, "Sorry I. I texted my wife and told her that I was in the mood for a fuck. Not making love, not sex, but a hair pulling, forceful, rough fuck. Just a few minutes later, I hearf my phone buzz. I looked at the screen and there was a picture of my naked wife. She texted back, "Sounds good to me." I told her to have a few drinks, to loosen up and I would be home shortly. An hour later, I walked in the door. I went straight to our bedroom and found her lying on the bed, wearing one of my shirts barely. He was going to break it down. "Stand back from the door, Alexandria," he commanded. "I don't want you to get injured." I stood back, just in case. Hurry up. Someone picked up and asked me. "Hi, I-" The door caved in and splintered. He stomped into the room, looking giant and utterly mad. He was breathing like an enraged bull. Quite the sight really. I stopped speaking for a moment. He lunged for the phone. I jumped onto the bed. "There's a crazy man in my house!" He twisted my wrist behind my.