Affair with a truck driver

Who would have thought that a trip to another city with my husband would turn out to be so exciting! Here's how it happened – we had a family crisis brewing for a long time. After all, we've been married for over seven years, and the law of perversity worked perfectly on our marriage. Six years of married life flew by like one beautiful day – no scandals, no squabbles, only love and complete mutual understanding. Oh, yes, and great sex too. But the last year became a real hell for me, because my husband Sasha completely stopped satisfying me. I don't know what came over him, but sex became a very rare guest in our bed. Before that, we could fuck several times a day, his cock was always

ready to penetrate my wet little pussy. As they say, at any time of day or night.

But the seventh year of our married life together changed everything – my husband started staying late at work often, sometimes not sleeping at home. At first, I thought he had found someone else. To give you an idea, I even conducted my own investigation and hired a detective who specialized in marital infidelity.

As the surveillance showed, Sasha really spent all his time at work and wasn't running around other vaginas. Learning this, I was completely stunned, because I simply couldn't see any other reasons for such behavior.

My girlfriends gave me a useful thought – maybe I'm just not interesting to him? After all, over seven years of marriage, I've changed a bit – gained a little in the butt area, my tits became less firm, and my waist widened. Of course, these changes weren't global – so what, I gained a couple of extra kilos. Could that really be a reason for a loving man to stop poking his beloved with his cock and giving her orgasms?

And yet, I decided to work on myself. I signed up for Pilates at the gym, started going to the beautician more often, updated my wardrobe. Now in the mirror, I saw not a tired, gray mouse with a wedding ring on her finger, but a beautiful girl with burning eyes and an amazing body. To be honest, I became more confident in myself, and men started pampering me with their attention again.

All except my beloved Sasha. Do you think he noticed that I changed my hairstyle? Or that my ass became so big and hard as a nut? Or that I lost those stupid extra kilos? Not a chance!

Then I couldn't take it anymore and decided to talk to him about this topic. I was very worried about the lack of sex, and I asked my husband all the questions that were bothering me several times, but I never got an answer. Sasha couldn't find a reason for his behavior, and, unable to hold back anymore, I suggested we go to a family psychologist. Well, why not? It's quite possible that after talking with a specialist, we could find common ground and fuck, finally.

To my surprise, my husband agreed, and a few days later we set off for Moscow. The journey wasn't short – we had to spend more than half a day on the road. But the specialist I found was worth it, and my husband, gritting his teeth, turned the steering wheel, bringing us closer to resolving the problem.

We had only been driving for an hour when I felt a strange jolt, and the car stalled.

— Damn it! – Sasha swore. – Just what we needed!

— What happened? – I got scared. – A flat tire?

— Worse, much worse! – he was still angry. – The engine's fucked. We're done for.

He got out of the car, slamming the door with all his might. I didn't bother him and, getting out of the car, decided to look around. When the car started acting up, he turned onto some parking area – there were a few trucks, a small shop, and even a bench. Sighing, I headed towards it to get some fresh air.

The sun was mercilessly beating down, so being in the shade of a big tree became a real luxury. Plopping my ass on the bench, I sighed with relief and, a minute later, saw my husband approaching me.

— Well, that's it! — he was indignant. – We're stuck here for a long time. The nearest service station is god knows where, the tow truck will only come at night. Serves us right. What the hell do we need this family psychologist for?

— For the hell of it, — I also started getting indignant. – That we don't communicate at all! No sex, no time together. Isn't that a problem?

— I'm fine with everything. – my husband was clearly on edge. – I'm going to sleep in the car, and you do whatever you want!

Turning around, he went to the car and demonstratively slammed the door. The resentment towards him, which had been building up for a long time, came out, and I burst into tears. Sobbing and rubbing tears on my face, I didn't even notice when an unfamiliar man appeared next to me.

— Hey, — he touched me on the shoulder. – Why are you sitting here alone, and crying too?

— My husband upset me, — I sobbed. – I really wanted to fix our relationship problems, and he…

Suddenly the tears subsided, I sighed and raised my head to look at the stranger. He was a man about thirty-five, tall, fit, and quite handsome. He was dressed in a simple t-shirt and worn-out jeans, and in his hands, he had keys with a car alarm remote. Judging by the remote, he was one of the truckers whose truck was parked in the lot.

— My name's Lyokha. – he smiled sweetly. – And yours?

— Katya, — I answered him, still sniffling. – Are you a trucker?

— Yeah, — he nodded. – Decided to take a break for a day, feel like having a drink. Want to join me?

— Let's do it! – suddenly, unexpectedly even to myself, I agreed. – But I need to change, it's very hot.

— Alright. – he pointed his finger towards one of the trucks. – That's my baby, come over there.

Nodding, I headed towards the truck. Opening the door, I pressed the button to open the trunk and, without even glancing at my husband, slammed the door again. Rummaging through the things, I took a short skirt and a top with a rather revealing neckline – it was the only option for such heat. Then I headed towards the gas station and went into the toilet. Quickly changing, I touched up my lips and went to the truck, where Lyokha was already waiting for me.

He had changed too, and now I could clearly see his big muscles, as he was wearing a tank top. He was in great shape, and I always drooled over pumped-up men!

My lips spread into a smile, and I waved to him friendly, slowly getting closer and closer to the truck. Lyokha also smiled and asked:

— What will you drink?

— What do you have? – I asked. – Or do we need to go to the shop?

— No, — he waved it off. – I have wine, whiskey, beer. I think you'll have wine?

I laughed:

— And you guessed wrong, I'll have whiskey!

— Things must be really bad… — my new acquaintance laughed heartily.

We sat by his truck and started drinking, chatting nicely about life. In a short time, I learned that Lyokha was married but also mired in family problems and didn't know how to get out. After telling him about my bitter experience, I didn't even notice how one bottle of whiskey ended and another began. Glass after glass, and now I feel an irresistible attraction to this person.

At that moment, two Annies started fighting inside me – one was screaming that I should stop and go back to the car to my husband (who, by the way, wasn't even looking for me or worried that I had disappeared somewhere), and the other Annie was begging me to throw caution to the wind, ride this trucker's cock, and cheat on my husband.

— Interesting, — I thoughtfully took a sip of whiskey. – I wonder what would happen if my husband found out about his wife cheating with a trucker?

— Ha, — Lyokha laughed. – I think he wouldn't be thrilled about any cheating, not just with a trucker.

At some point, I became interested in testing it, and I pounced on the man with passionate kisses. As soon as my lips touched his, I immediately felt incredible arousal flowing through my body. The lower part of my stomach began to pull pleasantly, and I felt my panties getting wet.

The action was happening by his truck, and to my joy, by evening, the other truckers had left, and now only our car, which was barely visible, and Lyokha's truck were in the parking lot.

Apparently, Lyokha got very aroused by my kisses, because after just a couple of seconds, he abruptly sat me on his lap, and I felt his cock pressing against me. A wave of arousal washed over me again, and I started kissing him passionately once more.

I wanted to fuck so incredibly badly, and I decided to check what kind of cock he had. Getting off his lap, I squatted down and started helping him free himself from his shorts. In an instant, a big, rock-hard cock was staring at me. In the dim light of the lanterns illuminating the parking lot, I saw the red head and, without hiding my lust, touched it with my tongue with a loud moan.

It seemed to me that this was the best cock in my life! It felt so tasty and pleasant to suck it that I started taking deep swallows, and soon his cock was all covered in my saliva. But I didn't stop. My tongue playfully caressed his head, and my lips sucked on the entire cock, and I pushed it right into my throat. I felt it touching my tonsils, and that made me even more aroused.

I got so carried away with the blowjob that I lost track of time. Suddenly, Lyokha abruptly lifted me, pulled me to him, turned me to face the truck, and pressed me right against it. Then he roughly lifted my skirt, spread my legs a little, and entered my wet and thirsty pussy, craving hot penetration.

— Yes! – I cried out. – It feels so good!

He started slowly entering me to his full length. It felt so good that I couldn't hold back moans and quite loudly let him know how good it was. The penetrations into my pussy became harder and faster, so I started wiggling my ass towards a stormy orgasm.

It didn't take long – after just a couple of minutes, I came violently, moaning loudly with pleasure and begging Lyokha not to stop there. But then something happened that I didn't expect at all!

— What's going on here? – I heard my husband's voice. – Anya, are you here?

— Oh yes, — I continued to moan.

— What the hell is this? – he suddenly yelled.

The blinding light from his flashlight, which had been lying in the trunk all this time, hit my face.

— What's happening? – I asked, panting from moans. – This is the result of your inaction, dear!

— Maybe I should stop and you two can talk? – Lyokha chimed in.

— No, — I shook my head from side to side. – Keep fucking me, because I haven't come this powerfully in a long time. And my husband can either watch or go to hell.

Lyokha didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his cock out of my wet pussy, and I squatted down again. Taking him in my mouth, I started taking deep swallows and sucked him so passionately that the man started moaning. All this time, my husband watched everything with a stunned look. I decided to continue pretending he wasn't there.

Throwing a small blanket that was on the bench near the truck onto the asphalt, I gestured for Lyosha to lie down. When he lay on his back, I deftly mounted his cock and almost squealed with delight! In the cowgirl position, his cock penetrated me as deeply as possible, and I could control both the speed and depth of penetration.

I started slowly rocking on his cock. Lyokha's hand slid over my bare chest and grabbed my protruding nipple. He started twisting it with his fingers, and that lifted me to the peak of ecstasy again. I started quickly bouncing on his cock, swearing and shouting obscenities. My body trembled with lust, but what gave me even more pleasure was that my lawful husband was watching all this.

Then we changed to my favorite position – doggy style. Lyokha put me on my knees, and I arched my back so that my ass stuck up, making it easier for him to take me again. When his huge cock entered my wet pussy, I cried out again and started trembling all over – each of his thrusts felt like the first, and my vagina was flowing like a fountain. But when his hand slid to my pussy and started feeling for my clit, caressing it gently, then very roughly, I thrashed in such a fit of ecstasy that probably any porn star would envy me! I moaned so loudly with pleasure that my ears started ringing.

When I realized that Lyokha was about to cum soon, I jumped off his cock and took his member in my mouth. It pulsed, shooting what felt like a liter of cum down my throat, and the trucker man himself moaned loudly, driving his cock right into my gullet.

When it was all over, I wiped my lips with a satisfied smirk and, kissing Lyokha on the cheek, turned to my husband:

— Has the tow truck arrived?

— Yes… — he mumbled confusedly.

— Then let's go home.

He didn't say a word to me. And I walked to the car with a confident stride, with a sincere feeling that my cheating with the trucker would clearly change our lives for the better. By the way, I wasn't wrong. Since that day, my husband fucks me daily and does it absolutely wonderfully!