Mind If She Watches?

I'm grateful there are still folks out there that are sexually
open-minded and can still appreciate some excitement in their sex life.

After contacting a trucker on the cb radio this past weekend, we met off
the main highway.

The driver was a rugged man, stood at about 6.5 feet tall, mid 40s,
bearded and barrel-chested. His deep voice complimented his mountain
man look, and the whole look was topped off with a shiny gold wedding
band. I didn't think twice about the ring, but I didn't think his wife
would be riding with him.

After some explaining, he told me how he and his wife were swingers, and
how she sometimes enjoyed just watching. I tried to imagine being the
sex show for a horned up little lady, but most of all, I imagined seeing
this burly trucker naked and all over me. I didn't care who watched.

Having decided I wasn't much of the shy type, I agreed to get naked and
have some sleeper fun with the bearded trucker while his old lady
watched. About an hour later, I jumped out of their KW and headed
home.

Driving back, I couldn't help but inhale the musky scent of the
trucker's nutsack as it fermented in my goatee. There were hints of his
load in those deep breaths I took, and I couldn't help but smile when I
thought about what I'd just been a part of. I got hard again.

After I'd met his sexy wife, I joined the trucker in their sleeper. We
all got naked, and the boys quickly got into a 69 position while the
girl watched closely and played with herself.

We got into a variety of positions, but the trucker's wife stayed out of
the immediate action until we got close to shooting our loads. Back in
a 69, the trucker and I deepthroated each other.

Not long after we got a good rhythm going, I felt the trucker's wife
take hold of my boner and gently jack me off. The trucker continued his
blowjob concentrating his talents on the head of my dick. The attention
pushed me over the edge in no time.

I grunted loudly with the trucker's boner still down my throat. I shot
my load. The feel of cum shooting out of me was quickly accompanied by
the feel of hungry tongues lapping up every drop I had to offer. Talk
about hot!

We were all in bliss. A few seconds after I stopped shooting, the
trucker let loose his with his own load. Past the bearded man's grunts
and groans, I faintly heard the subdued whimpers of his wife. She had
brought herself to orgasm, and the trucker helped her climax as he
directed his oral attentions to her overheated pussy.

I can't help enjoying the things I do, but I love to meet like-minded
others who can cut loose and enjoy their sexuality. So I don't mind if
she watches, driver, and I'll be even happier if she joins in.

"Hurry, Before She Suspects!"

I drove out to the TA truckstop yesterday to meet a driver who'd found my info and wanted to meet. He sounded unusually nervous, and my gut instinct told me to be careful.

To make a long story short, I ended up meeting the driver at the urinals in the truckers rest room, and we jacked off next to each other. We couldn't head back to his truck because his wife was there, and although I offered to drive him out to my place, he couldn't leave for long without his wife getting suspicious.

What a world!

The driver was in his late twenties to early thirties, and he had a nice, broad and ridiculously fat cut pecker on him. He was no cover model, and his clothes were dirty and ragged from days on the road. I would've never suspected this guy to be the kind that likes to mess around, but I was happy to see he wasn't faking anything when he shot his jizz all over the pisser in front of him. It was a hefty load, too. Very much worth the drive.

Dad At Pisser

It's a good thing I don't travel without a camera. You never know when one's going to come in handy. This is a perfect example of it, too. I stopped at a rest area in West VA and was sitting on the toilet when I saw this Daddy across from my stall taking a piss. (See photo.) I quickly grabbed my camera, propped it up against the crack between the stall door and the wall, and clicked this photo.

The shorts-clad Dad took his time at the pisser and wasn't shy about doing his business. When his stream of piss hit the pooled water of the urinal, the sound drowned out the humming of the overhead fluorescent lights. He finally finished his business, and I noticed he was awfully quiet just standing there. I could see his right arm moving rhythmically, and I thought he was shaking it just a bit longer than most guys do. At least, where pissing is involved.

I looked under the stall door and saw only his pair of feet at the urinals. I slowly unlocked the stall door, and made sure he saw what I was doing as I spread my legs and stroked my boner. He returned the little show and turned his body to show me his half-swollen uncut meat. I smilled, and he grinned because he knew I wanted some of that, and we could both tell he was hurting for some head.

Minutes later, we were both naked in his truck sleeper, and I had half his rod in my mouth. His foreskin was velvety sweet and his salty precum seasoned an already delicious serving of manjuice. I continued my oral therapy on his cock for no more than 10 minutes before I was given a bountiful helping of Daddy's load. He told me he'd been saving that one for a few days, and he was very relieved I had been around to help him unload. His rod started to shrink, and I took that as my cue to make my exit. I licked his hairy balls and savored the musk that collected from hours of driving and days of denial. I wanted something on my goatee to smell later when I thought of him and we were both hundreds of miles apart.

I got dressed, gave him my buddy card in case he headed my way, and then I left his truck.

All in all, it was a good piss break, and I was happy to have my camera with me.