Empty Nester 02 Bi Curious

Empty Nester 03 - Bi-Curious

A loving husband offers his bi-curious wife a hall pass

Author's note: This story is the third in a series titled "Empty Nester." The first story set the stage for all the remaining chapters of this adventure. All future stories will continue to chronicle the events of these three lovers. It would be best to read them in order. All characters are fictional, consenting, and over the age of 18. This story is a complete figment of my imagination and not based on any real events or characters. I love to read comments as long as they are constructive.

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The curtains of the big semi-truck's plush sleeper unit flew open as the woosh of the truck's air brakes signaled it had stopped. Marcy looked over at me, her disheveled hair partially covering her pretty face. My eyes scanned her lovely naked body as the moonlight danced across her soft skin.

"Fuck, I need to pee," she said as she struggled to pull the plush white robe over her sexy body.

"Hang on," I replied as I reached for my bra and thong that were heaped in a pile on the floor next to my seat.

"Fuck that!" Marcy exclaimed as she climbed over me and exited the truck. "Unless you want me to squat and pee right here, you had better get your butt out here."

I wrapped my robe tightly around my body and tied the belt securely. Marcy, on the other hand didn't seem to bother with securing her robe. She held one side of her robe over and covered most of her privates, but our brisk pace left it swinging freely, occasionally baring her goods.

It was very early in the morning, about two-thirty if I had to guess, so the place was pretty quiet. George was busy refueling the truck and just watched as the two of us paraded off across the massive parking lot. What a sight we must have been.

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"I guess I didn't really think about this part of truck driving," I said as I applied multiple layers of toilet seat covers to the stained and worn toilet seat. How about you?"

"Yeah, not some much," Marcy's timid voice answered from the stall next to mine. "I can probably count the number of times I actually pooped in a public ladies room on one hand, and I am not sure this even qualifies as that. Did you see the condom and tampon machines on the wall by the door? Could you imagine having to buy your personal hygiene items in a place like this?"

I just looked around at the graffiti on the walls of the stall and shook my head in disgust.

"I don't think I can do this Marcy," I sighed as I closed my eyes.

"Do what?" Marcy questioned.

"Go poop." I sighed. "I really have to go, but I have never been able to do it in a public bathroom, and surely not in a disgusting place like this."

"If it's any comfort, I locked the door behind us so no one else will interrupt,"Marcy reassured. "And if it's the smell you are worried about, I'm pretty sure mine will trump yours. No one has ever told me that my shit didn't stink."

We both had a good chuckle, but my anxiety level didn't change.

"Tell me a story," Marcy said. "Sometimes I make up little stories in my head to take my mind off things like this."

I thought for a minute before responding. "What kind of story?"

"Do you remember that creative writing class we took together in college? The one where the professor would randomly pick a student and make them stand in front of the class and just make up a random story for a given scenario. You were always really good at that."

"What the heck," I replied as I tried to recall some of the different scenarios we heard in class. "Okay, what's the storyline, and how much detail do you want?"

Marcy thought for a second. "Okay you have to narrate a story about two forty-something-year-old women who somehow ended up driving across country dressed only in their sexy underwear and soft fluffy robes. They both had to pee badly and a disgusting truck stop was the only thing close by."

"Oh, you mean just like us," I responded sarcastically. It's kind of hard to get my mind off what I'm doing if I simply make it into a non-fiction story."

"Okay, lets add a little twist. When they get to the restroom it is closed for cleaning." Oh, Marcy voice was starting to sound a little more excited. "One of us has to fuck the guy who is cleaning the bathroom. He's a virgin."

I thought for a second, pressed my hand to my hard abdomen. I knew I wouldn't be able to bounce down the rough road in that big truck much longer in this condition.

"Fine," I responded. "But fair warning, you're going to be the slut and I'm your wingman. An X-rated version of Thelma and Louise. Are you sure you locked the door?"

"Door's locked, bring it on girl."

I just closed my eyes and tried to picture the most ridiculous thing I could imagine happening in this bathroom. I could feel a naughty little grin begin to form on my lips as the story started to develop somewhere in the dark recesses of my subconscious.

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"Here goes."

Two, kind of slutty women scurried toward the rundown truck stop convenience store in search of a bathroom, both dressed only in skimpy lingerie and bathrobes. One of the women, her name was Marcy was definitely sluttier than the other. She didn't even bother to fully conceal her nakedness under the soft robe.

"Hey," Marcy interrupted with a chuckle. "Remember what the professor always said, don't just tell a story about someone else, tell it as if you were one of the characters. Make it personal."

"Okay," I responded. "But you have to promise, no more interruptions."

"Deal."

The older lady behind the counter pointed the direction to the lady's room but started to say something as we rushed toward the back of the small truck stop convenience store. We weren't listening. We were desperate.

We followed the signs directing us to the women's restroom only to find one of those dreaded "Closed for Service" signs. We stopped at the entrance and peeked in. The door was blocked open, and we could see a young male attendant busily cleaning one of the toilets. By now Marcy was beyond desperate, her hand was planted firmly against her robe covered crotch, her butt swaying seductively to the rhythm of the pee-pee dance.

"Fuck it!" Marcy exclaimed as she stepped around the closed sign.

"Sorry mam," a polite deep voice interjected. "I will be out of here in a few minutes."

There were only two stalls in the rundown bathroom, one the attendant was cleaning, the other with an "Out of Order" sign taped to the door. Without hesitation, Marcy backed up to the sink, lifted the back of her robe and pushed her butt back. The look on her face clearly signaling relief. Without thought, I followed suit, backing up to the other sink. God this felt so naughty, but when you gotta pee, you gotta pee.

Marcy and I both seemed to notice the look on the attendant's face at about the same time. He was standing, facing us, his mouth agape, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of us, desperately seeking a peek. What happened next came as a complete surprise to me. Even as I recite this, I can't imagine what came over me. Now Marcy, on the other hand, well she was just being Marcy.

Marcy and I both turned our heads, locked eyes, nodded. As if rehearsed, we both slid back farther over our respective sinks, opened our robes, and spread our legs wide. Not a word was spoken. Not a word needed to be spoken. The young attendant just smiled broadly and glared in total amazement.

When I glanced down at Marcy, I could clearly see a stream of yellow pee as it mixed with the thick white globs of my husband's cum that was dripping from her gaping pussy. I had almost forgotten that he had pumped her full of cum about eight hours earlier, and this was vivid proof. She looked so completely slutty as her hand reached down and her fingers pulled her lips apart, further encouraging the sticky goo to escape. One thing I have to say about George, that man can cum. Over the years, I had gotten in the habit of wearing panty liners for a couple of days after sex.

I couldn't help but notice the attendant's eyes as they drifted from one obscenely displayed crotch to the other. Marcy noticed as well. What she did next would make a porn star blush. It's one thing to pee in front of a complete stranger - a young innocent looking male stranger at that. But her next move was borderline disgusting.

Next to Marcy on the counter were two boxes, one labeled condoms and the other labeled tampons. Clearly, one of the attendant's jobs was to refill the two machines hanging on the wall. I always thought it was a little disgusting to see a condom machine in a women's bathroom, and I could never imagine putting a vending machine tampon inside me. You have to remember, this trucking thing was all pretty new to me, and I was still very naïve. Truck stops are just very different places.

Marcy reached into the box labeled tampons and pulled one out. She was still peeing, still holding her pussy open with her fingers, still drooling cum. Using her teeth, she tore the wrapper open and pushed the thin tube into her gaping hole. The attendant and I just watched in amazement as she used the tampon tube as a dildo. The stream of pee flowed over her hand as the tampon stroked the inner walls of her pussy. Marcy just leaned back against the mirror and smiled.

I am not going to lie, Marcy looked incredibly hot at that moment. When her pee slowed to a dribble, Marcy reached down with her other hand and properly deployed the tampon. Her seductive pose now enhanced by the thin white string dangling between her butt cheeks. Fuck, I wanted to be that tampon.

Marcy suddenly broke the silence. "Bet you can't do it," she said as her eyes and head motioned toward the mop bucket in the middle of the small bathroom. "Bet you can't hit that with your pee."

I had been so immersed in what Marcy had been doing, I kind of held back my pee. I have always loved the feeling of emptying a full bladder, and I wanted to savor that feeling as I watched Marcy. Besides, my OBGYN always encouraged me to keep up on my Kegels.

I gazed between my legs as I pondered the idea. Small trickles of pee dribbled out as I tried with all my might to stop the flow. "Fuck it," a naughty little voice screamed in the deep recesses of my aroused brain.

I leaned back against the mirror, my butt cheeks now deep in the bowl of the sink, pushing hard against the front rim. I rolled my pelvis, lifted my legs high in the air, and let loose a flood of warm pee. My first attempt at public peeing was a bit overly zealous. My pee spewed high in the air, across the bathroom and splashed against the out of order sign on the bathroom stall door.

I immediately clamped down on my pelvic muscles to stop the flow. I regrouped, giggled uncontrollably causing more leakage. My second attempt was much more controlled and accurate. I'm not going to say I had perfect aim, but most of my remaining pee landed in the mop bucket.

We all kind of secretly reveled in my success. Jeremy, the name on the attendant's shirt, looked over at the puddles of steamy yellow pee on the floor. He started to reach for the mop handle when Marcy interrupted his thought process. She reached between her legs and withdrew the saturated tampon. Holding it by the end of the string, she held it up high and let it swing back and forth a couple of times before tossing it to Jeremy. Jeremy instinctively caught it.

"Ever smell a girl's pussy before?" Marcy asked in a lustful tone. "Go ahead, take a whiff."

Jeremy slowly lifted the sticky wad of saturated cotton to his nose and sniffed cautiously. I had noticed a bulge in the front of Jeremy's pants right after Marcy and I first exposed ourselves. The imprint in his jeans was thin and relatively long. Now a dark spot had formed near the end of the imprint. It wasn't large enough to suggest that he came. No, this was a sign of serious arousal.

Marcy noticed it as well. She slipped her butt off the counter and leaned back against it, her robe still draped open. I followed suit since the sink was starting to get very uncomfortable. Marcy's eyes were locked with Jeremy's. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her hand reach into the box labeled condoms. Without breaking her stare, she tore the package open with her teeth and carefully unrolled about an inch of the rubbery tube.

"Have you ever fucked a girl?" Marcy asked in a sultry voice. "Ever came inside a juicy wet pussy?"

Jeremy took in a deep breath and held it. His head slowly shaking from side to side.

"Would you like to?" Marcy asked as her finger toyed inside the tip of the condom.

Jeremy's head started rocking front to back.

"Say it," Marcy insisted. "Tell me you want to fuck my tight little cunt."

Jeremy was shaking, his hands clenched. "I want to fuck your tight little cunt," his voice cracking, his eyes displaying sheer panic.

"Pull your pants down," Marcy ordered as she slipped the tip of the condom between her lips. Jeremy complied, jeans and underwear slid down in one smooth motion, crumpled around his ankles. When he straightened, his long thin white cock stood straight up and throbbed against his stomach.

Marcy walked over to him, bent at the waist and pushed the condom over the small head with her lips. I struggled to see everything because her robe was in the way. As she straightened her body, I could see her hand carefully unroll the condom down the long thin shaft. The condom was clearly too large for Jeremy, but it would still provide a protective barrier.

Marcy lifted her foot and placed it on the rim of the toilet. Her hand reached between their bodies, again out of my view because of the robe. I watched carefully as her robe encased butt maneuvered and slowly squatted. The look on Jeremy's face clearly signaling that his virginity was no more.

Marcy's body gently rocked and squatted a number of times before Jeremy tensed and shook. His thin frame rapidly thrust against the experienced lover a couple of times before his arms wrapped around and hugged her tightly.

Marcy took a step back. The thin, condom sheathed cock was still standing tall, still jerking. The tip of the condom clearly filled and drooping. Marcy reached between her legs, scooped up some of her juices and pushed her fingers into Jeremy's mouth. Her other hand wrapped tightly around the slippery condom and began stroking. The loose-fitting rubber tube acting like a pocket pussy sliding up and down the skinny slippery shaft.

The tip of the condom was already sagging from the weight of its contents. Marcy's hand moved faster; the strokes became longer. Within seconds, Jeremy started jerking uncontrollably for a second time. Marcy let loose her grip as the condom accepted more of his cum.

We all watched as the condom filled to its limit before slipping off and dropping to the floor. The thin throbbing cock continued to spurt thick white cum. I have to admit, that skinny little cock could sure deliver a large load.

Marcy leaned over, planted a sexy kiss on Jeremy's lips. "Sorry about the mess stud. I'm sure you won't mind cleaning up after us."

Marcy walked over, careful not to slip on the wet floor. She locked arms with me and we paraded out of the bathroom. Our robes still fully open, our aroused bodies on full display. When we reached the front of the store, the older woman behind the counter gave us that look. The look of a mother figure who wanted so badly to reprimand her naughty children, but just didn't have the heart.

"Was my grandson finished cleaning in their?" she asked, knowing deep down that something besides the emptying of our bladders had just occurred. "I hope the two of you didn't scare him too badly, but I guess it would probably do him good to at least see what a real girl actually looks like. That damn porn he watches all the time is so disgusting."

"Pretty sure he is still cleaning the floor," Marcy informed with a sly grin. "Not sure he will need to look at porn for a while."

As we reached the exit, an elderly couple were approaching the door. The gentleman held the door as we paraded past. The woman offered a stiff elbow to his ribs as he ogled our nakedness. The sly little smile on her face and a cute little wink told a very different story.

"You girls take care not to catch your death of cold," she advised.

The End

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I wadded up some toilet paper and wiped. I was waiting cautiously for Marcy to respond. I have to admit, I was kind of proud of my little impromptu story, but I also felt a little dirty for allowing those words and thoughts to escape my lips.

I flushed and opened the stall door. When I looked up, I saw my slutty little Marcy sitting on the bathroom counter, robe fully open, legs high in the air and spread wide. Her hand was gently cupping her crotch.

"Holy fuck!" she exclaimed loudly as she slipped off the counter and fastened her robe. "You certainly let some of your inner kink out with that story. I had no idea you had such a slutty imagination. You need to write that shit down and submit it to one of those erotic story websites. That was fucking amazing."

I just smiled proudly. "Not too much?"

"Obviously, I need to get to know this Jody character a little better," Marcy responded as she offered a big hug. "Do you think she might be into forty-something-year-old women who fuck virgin strangers in the bathroom?"

We both had a good laugh.

Just as Marcy was unlocking the bathroom door, we heard a loud knock followed by a male voice asking if anyone was in there. Marcy and I just looked at each other and said, "No fucking way."

We opened the door to the sight of a young man holding a mop in his hand. He didn't have a name tag, but he was young, tall, and thin. We both just chuckled as Marcy loosened the belt to her robe and let it drape to her sides. Hesitantly, I followed suit. The young man just stared speechlessly.

Marcy and I linked arms and skipped back to the truck like schoolgirls, our robes still draped by our sides. George had just finished fueling and caught sight of our sexy little parade. "Am I going to have to spank you two naughty girls?"

Marcy and I just looked at each other, smiled and nodded in the affirmative. After stepping up on the truck, but before climbing into the passenger seat, I paused and lifted the back of my robe. Marcy planted a couple of playful slaps on my bare butt. Her carefully placed hand making contact with my exposed and aroused pussy with each spank. A jolt of pleasure accompanied each strike. George just smiled and shook his head.

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"I'm going to pull the truck around and park over there," George explained as he pointed to a large lot. "Why don't the two of you jump in and get ready to go and eat. There are wet wipes in that cabinet in the sleeper if you want to freshen up a little.

I just giggled inside. I was picturing the scene from my story, and could feel a little stickiness between my thighs. I was on my knees in the middle of the mattress. I parted my knees and reached deep between my legs with a wet wipe. As I carefully cleaned myself, Marcy leaned in and kissed me.

"I was hoping to do that with my tongue," she said in a seductive voice.

She held my face with her soft hands as her tongue explored my mouth. I had never been kissed like that by a woman. Her soft lips and curious tongue immediately awakened my senses. I felt like an innocent girl being kissed for the first time. My stomach filled with butterflies, my abdomen gently tightened, my pussy fluttered.