Carl King was glad to be back in his own bed. He had just returned from a long and arduous trip on the continent, which was not without its moments.
He closed his eyes, luxuriating in the action going on 2 feet or so down his body.
Chas Dingle, his long term partner, had Carl's not insignificant penis, buried deep in her mouth. It had been late when Carl had returned, with Chas fast asleep when he climbed into their bed. He was awoken by a really sensuous kiss from Chas, followed by the blowjob currently taking place.
Chas loved sucking Carl's cock, almost as much as he loved having it sucked. He gave a little smile, as he remembered a thought he had during his trip. At about eight inches a time, how much had Chas swallowed during their relationship, must be hundreds of miles by now.
Down below, Chas was eagerly adding to the "mileage" slurping her tongue around the erect member, licking every inch of the throbbing flesh , before again plunging the entire length into her hot mouth.
"Morning" said Chas, as she kissed her way up Carl's body, paying attention to his nipples, which he loved. "Good trip?"
"Not bad, tiring, but I always have my special welcome to look forward to." replied Carl, with that he flipped Chas onto her back and asked "Ready?"
Chas spread her legs and Carl guided his penis into her hot, wet and very inviting pussy. They had been together so long, they knew each others bodies and "hot spots" so well.
As Carl began his rhythmic thrusts, Chas wrapped her long legs around him, welcoming his hardness deep inside her. She loved this man and was savouring the moment, when they were at their most intimate.
Carl loved Chas to, but being a hot blooded male, temptation was never far away and as he continued to pleasure her, almost to orgasm, it wasn't Chas laying under him, who occupied his mind. it was the last woman he had sex with, Edna Birch's granddaughter, Eve Jenson.
It was a routine delivery. Ferry from Hull, then a couple of drops in Holland and Belgium, then pick up and deliver in central France, boring, but a good earner, vital if the King's were to regain their millionaire status.
Carl & Chas had their usual eve of trip sex session, exploring every inch of each others bodies , with lips tongues, fingers and Chas's special treat, Carl inserting his toes inside her, she didn't know why, but she loved it.
After checking his load and documentation, Carl set off for Hull and the ferry. He had allowed plenty of time in case anything came up. He could never have imagined what did occur.
About five miles out of Emmerdale, about a quarter mile in the distance, Carl spotted a hitchhiker at the side of the road. Now hitchhikers were a common sight, usually students with hand made signs showing a desired destination, London, Manchester or Leeds in this area. However as Carl drew nearer he noticed the hitchhiker was a blonde female, wearing a skimpy vest top, a bare midriff and tiny shorts. Her destination board read "FUCK?" It was Eve.
Carl stopped the truck. Eve climbed aboard. Carl admiring the view said "Never been there, where is it?" pointing to Eve's cardboard board.
"With me, its as near to paradise as you can get." replied Eve seductively.
