My wife Steph and I were returning from a pleasant lunch and drink in a neighbouring town when I glanced across the car at her and felt a twitch in my groin area. Yes, I was more than a little horny. 

Less than a mile away, I knew there was a parking area that dropped down from the road and was hidden from the passing traffic. Ideal!

“Uh, uh,” said Steph as I swung off the road and parked at the bottom of the bank’s highest point and away from a couple of parked trucks. “Guess you’re feeling randy, you dirty dog.”

“Who can blame me when you look so ravishing?” I said, switching off the engine and leaning across for a kiss.

“Actually, I’m up for a bit of fun, too,” she said. “Come on, let me get a feel of you.”

Steph’s sexual urges often matched mine — especially when she’d had a drink or four like today — and, in a matter of minutes, she’d slipped out of her trousers while we kissed and I squeezed her bumper breasts. I’d just eased a hand inside her panties to start finger-fucking when a guy suddenly came trotting down the bank and strode past our car.

“Wow,” Steph gasped. “Where did he come from?”

“No idea, except from up the road there. Looks like he might be driving one of those trucks.’

“Do you think he saw anything? Did he see you fingering me? And what about my tits half hanging out? He must've seen them.”

I smiled. Steph was clearly excited that she may have been seen by the stranger in her half-undressed state. Drink always lowered her inhibitions and I sensed this was one of those occasions as she turned and stared out of the window, watching the guy get into his cab.

“Why don’t you make sure he's had an eyeful?” I said and Steph looked at me, eyebrows raised and a smile creasing her face. “Why don’t you go and flash him?”

That was all it took. Steph got out of the car and walked toward his truck. With her trousers still in the car, she was bare-legged in her heels when the truck driver wound down his window. Instantly, Steph raised her top and bra and wiggled to send her tits bouncing wildly. That done, she turned and bent at the waist to flash her arse. She walked back to me, exaggerating the sway of her expansive hips, and giggled as she sat in the passenger seat.

“What do you think?” she asked. “Did I excite him?”

In answer, I pointed out of the window to the trucker walking towards her door. I opened the window and Steph grinned at him. “What do you want?” 

“It’s obvious,” I said and again pulled up her top and bra. “He wants a closer look at these big beauties.”

He didn’t speak but leaned in and started kissing her and fondling her right breast. We’d never done anything like this but Steph didn’t complain when he switched to sucking her firm left nipple while fondling her right tit.

After a few minutes, Steph was squirming in her seat and I lifted his hand from her right breast and moved it down to her thong-covered pussy. I took over fondling her right breast and she soon had both nipples being sucked while the trucker also stroked her pussy through her wet thong.

Steph’s head lolled back on her seat, an obvious indication that she was enjoying all the attention.

We continued like that for a few minutes before I pulled her thong down over her trembling thighs and all the way off her feet. Immediately, she put her feet on the dashboard and opened her legs to give the trucker easier access. He gratefully accepted!

After getting her clit tickled and squeezed and her pussy deeply fingered, she turned to me and declared, “I need fucking.”

The guy nimbly stepped back as Steph opened the door and swung her legs out, edging forward until her arse was perched on the edge of the seat. Truckman wasted no time getting his cock out of his trousers and into my wife’s pussy. He quickly got into a rhythm and Steph loved it. With her head in my lap, I massaged her tits, occasionally tugging her nipples, as she sighed and grunted, bucking to meet the stranger's determined thrusts.

I then noticed another guy coming over to watch.  He stood watching and masturbating his thick cock but it was only moments before the trucker unloaded in Steph’s pussy and pulled out.

I offered the other guy sloppy seconds but he declined and, instead, shot his cum over her left leg.

That was the signal for Steph to sort out her clothing and, on the drive home, she told me that she’d had several orgasms and really loved all the attention. “It’s not over yet,” I said and led her straight to the bedroom where we stripped and I went down on her pussy to be rewarded with a fabulous squirt!

Steph so enjoyed the experience we went back a couple of times and she fucked a few guys — but nothing could beat that first time.