My husband Carl seemed upset when I got back to the truck. He cranked the truck and threw it in gear without saying a word to me and we peeled out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. I mean when you've been with a person as long as we've been together you know these things.
"What's the matter with you Carl?" I snapped grabbing the dashboard to steady myself.
He didn't reply. A bottle of lubricant suddenly slid off the dash and landed right in my lap and I picked it up, "Gorilla Juice?" I giggled. "So this is what you used to get off?"
He shot me a venomous glare and snatched the small bottle from my hand and shoved it in his shirt pocket.
I rolled my blue eyes and sighed, "Why are you so made with me, Carl. This is what you wanted right? You wanted to listen to me get fucked!"
"I did want it. But..."
"SO now I guess you're suffering from buyers remorse, huh?" I smirked.
He gave me another hard look. I'd hit the nail right on the head with that one. "Look Carl I know we had the money in the bank to pay off the credit cards."
He looked at me surprise in his expression.
"What you didn't think I knew?" I laughed. "You wanted this to happen, this was all you're doing. You wanted to degrade me for some reason or another, so now I'm degraded. I'm no longer the innocent and loyal wife that I was a few hours ago."
Carl hung his head and the truck began to slow down, "Tell me he only put it in your mouth?"
"Yes you heard everything, Carl."
"Not everything! You took the Bluetooth out remember, there was a space of time...maybe ten minutes. In fact the last thing I heard was you two kissing!"
Jealous much, I thought and I reached up and took the little earpiece from my ear and I looked at it and discovered that the blue light wasn't flashing. "It's dead, honey. You forgot to charge it." I tossed the earpiece at him and it bounced off his shirt and fell on the floor board. "I didn't fuck Jason, okay!" I shouted at him.
"Jason." he muttered under his breath.
"Don't get mad at him he's the innocent one in all this!"
"You fucking whore how dare you defend your JON?" he hissed.
The very word whore tended to piss me off. "I was an unwilling whore. Besides I gave him back the money. So officially I'm not a whore, so fuck off Carl!!"
He rolled his eyes and the next thing I knew we were pulling into a municipal park. We parked next to gazebo. I recognized the park it was the place where we first made out. "Why are we here, Carl?"
He cut the engine but left the lights going. Then he leaned forward and placed his forehead against the steering wheel and sighed heavily.
"Carl are you okay...are we okay?"
"Yes honey, we're fine and I'm sorry I just acted like that with you. Your right, you are not a whore. You are my wife and I shouldn't have asked you to..." he stopped and shook his head.
I reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder, "I'm okay with it sweetie."
"Yeah but still I shouldn't have asked you to fuck another guy. I don't know what came over me. Maybe I am going through some fucking mid life crisis."
I giggled and slapped his shoulder, "Well now you're admitting it? Besides you've been under a lot of pressure with being laid off. I can understand." I squeezed his shoulder I was only saying it to make him feel better.
Then he suddenly looked at me, "Did you enjoy it, Tina?"
"Holy shit what a thing to ask your wife, Carl!"
"It's a simple question, Tina. Yes or no?"
"Carl?!"
He kept looking at me, so I lied, "No honey I did not enjoy it." Oh but I was so lying, because I did enjoy it. Sucking a stranger's cock had been the most exhilarating thing I've done since I've been married. Making love to Carl was great but the big cock I'd sucked tonight. Oh my Jason was a stud!"
"You're lying." he smirked. "You liked having another man's cock in your mouth. Just fucking admit it Tina."
I glanced out the window and remained quiet. He would never hear it from me.
Carl was quiet for a beat then he looked at me, "Would it be such a bad idea if we did it again?"
I looked at him like he'd lost his ever loving mind. "You ARE going through a mid life, Carl! How can you ask me to do this again?"
He shrugged and gave me a set of puppy dog brown eyes. "Do it because you love me."
Goodness how I can't resist those eyes and I agreed to do it again and now I find myself in the same predicament as last night. But this time I wised up and was sitting in the truck stop cafe instead of standing outside in the cold. It's a different truck stop this time, I guess Carl didn't want to take a chance of me running into Jason again.
It's one in the morning and the cafe is empty besides a few truckers in the back playing pool and they didn't seem to be interested in me.
"Would you like another cup of coffee?" the waitress asked. I offered her my cup and she filled it.
"It's a slow night for you, isn't it?" she asked.
"You don't say." I said smartly.
The little tripe chortled and walked off. "Oh to be young again." I whispered.
"Your only as old as you feel." Carl's voice rang in my ear startling me. I'd forgotten he was there. "She's right it is slow. The fucking action is out here, Tina not in there."
He was hinting for me to go outside to the back lot where all the truckers park. It's called "Party Row" a slang term. I heard my mother and father discussing it a few times in private. It's where mom would meet dad when he was passing through town for a booty call. I smiled at that and rolled my eyes. Even my own mother called it as such.
"You gotta get your ass out here, Tina. There are only a few whores running around right now so your chances of getting picked up are good. Tina are you listening to me?"
I rolled my eyes and tapped the mute button on the ear piece. No I wasn't listening. My bladder was killing me from drinking too much coffee so I stood up and walked to the ladies room, my three inch pumps making little clicking noises as I did so. I opened the door and stepped in and walked to the nearest stall and did my business and goodness I must have pee'd for two minutes.
I checked myself out in the full length dressing mirror. I looked sexy as fuck with my blond hair pulled up in a pony tail. The dress I now wore thankfully did not belong to my daughter. If it had my husband would have never let her out the door. It was a leopard print midi dress that came mid-way up my thigh and it hugged my every curve. Carl about went nuts when he saw me in it for the first time. The best little ten bucks I've spent in a while.
I sighed to myself and shook my head as I look at myself in the mirror. I looked just like a fucking lot lizard. If the girls in the PTA could see me right now, there would certainly be a Harper Valley incident if you know what I mean. I'd probably have to move my daughter to another school. But the likelihood of anyone recognizing me would be slim to none since we were three counties away from where we reside. Thankfully.
The Bluetooth began chirping in my ear and I tapped it.
"Tina stop fucking around and get your ass out here right now!"
"Stop acting like you're my pimp, Carl!"
I hear him chortle, "If I were a pimp I would have already whipped your sweet little ass for not doing your job!"
I smiled and shook my head. This was some insane fantasy my dear husband was having.
"Besides what would you be doing right now if we weren't here."
"Curled up in my warm bed for starters." I chortled and walked down the aisle to the front door.
"Ah come on Tina, you can't tell me you don't find this exciting?" Carl laughed.
I didn't bother answering I just shook my head and stepped out into the cold night air. A gust of wind raked me from the right and instantly blew up my dress. I wasn't wearing anything beneath it, so my little pussy lips were cold. It was Carl's idea to go commando. The bastard. Why do I listen to him?
I headed to Party Row careful not to turn my feet over in my heels. I swore that I wouldn't wear these damn things anymore, but here I am.
"Good girl." he laughed.
"Piss off Carl!"
His laughter was starting to annoy me.
I stepped between the first row of rigs just to get out of the wind and I heard someone giggle and I turned to see a lot lizard sucking a trucker off. The trucker had his door open giving just enough light for me to see the brunette's head bobbing up and down frantically. He smiled at me as I passed by the disgusting bastard. I turned my head and looked the other way. I can't believe he wouldn't even let her get in the rig.
"Tina where are you at I can't see you." Carl complained.
"I'm on the second row." I lied. Because I was standing next to the chrome stack of a large black Mack truck that was still running. The pipe was giving off a wonderful bit of heat. The cab was dark which meant the driver was most likely asleep.
I hear the crunching of gavel behind me and I turn to find two truckers heading in my direction. I remember seeing them playing pool in the back of the cafe. One was an older white man maybe in his late sixties and the other man was black with long dreads and appeared to be in his thirties. Both men were tall and rugged looking, a look my dad had most of the time. I guess they were finished playing pool and were heading back to their rig, which happens to be the very one I'm standing beside. Crap!
I know I'm supposed to perform a sexual act tonight to appease my husband but this was two guys, not one. And one was a black guy. I've never been with a black man before. I became frightened and I stepped beneath the trailer and watched as the two men split up to climb into the rig. The older guy climbed in on the driver's side and just as the co driver was about to climb up on the rung to get in he spotted me. "Hey." he said with a smile.
The gig was up so I stepped out so he could see me.
"Well I'll be danged, you're the woman that drank up all the fresh coffee." he laughed.
How do you reply to something like that? So I shrugged. "I'll be going, thank you." I said and the man grabbed my arm.
"Wait a minute will yeah. Aren't you cold?" he said letting his eyes take in my tight form.
The passenger door opened and the old man stuck his head out, "Who are you talking to Billy?" He asked and he sees me and smiles, "Well now, what do we have here?" His eyes were filled with lust.
"What's your name?" Billy asked.
"Tina." I said meekly, pulling my arm from his bear paw of a hand.
"Timid Tina." The old man laughed. "Is that your lizard name?"
"Give it a break Gibbs." He said rolling his eyes.
Gibbs chuckled "It's too cold out here to be talking to some two bit Lot Lizard." and with that said he disappeared back inside the warmth of the truck.
"So...are you in the business?" Billy asked with a smirk.
