It wasn't at all like Nancy Cooper. The kids had grown, her husband, a career Marine Officer, had been gone overseas only a week for what could be more than a year. She liked to dress well. Today was an expensive fashion brand blouse and a just above the knee fashion brand billowing skirt. The two inch heels on the three hundred shoes accented the shape of her round ass and made a nice echo when she walked.
This time she stepped in front of a tall dark black man in casual clothes and a baseball cap. She had come in to the combination truck stop, gas station, convenience store when her card didn't work at the pump.
"Don't you just hate it when the person ahead in the line of you buys a bunch of stupid stuff and ties up the line?"
The man in front, obviously was now adding lottery tickets to his purchase.
The voice was pleasant, very pleasant. Nancy turned to speak in return. She stopped short when she realized the stranger had a pleasant smile to go with the pleasant voice. It was bonus that the black man was good looking. Something caught Nancy off guard and she looked down at his crotch.
Over the years many service wives had commented to her about black men and how big there cocks were. Something triggered the middle age military wife to take that peek. When looking up she realized that she had been caught and blushed.
"I guess you've heard the stories." The man's voice was mellow."
"Umm! Yes, I mean no. Okay, yes. I'm so sorry."
"Oh, it's fine. I've been checking you out."
Nancy blushed again. The asshole was still blocking the counter buying lottery tickets while trying to flirt with the young clerk.
"I'm Steve."
"I'm Nancy."
"Have coffee with me."
"Uh, can't right now." She pointed to her credit card. "Card reader didn't work at the pump."
"We'll okay. Pump your gas. I'll be inside. You can park your car over there and I'll wait for you."
"We will see. I was going to Idaho to see my mother."
"That's a bit far."
"Next!"
Nancy presented her credit card and went out to pump her gas. The black stranger watched her walk away as she moved towards her car. With his purchase paid for he went to sit at a table at the front window. Nancy was a nervous wreck. Everything inside her said, "Fuck him!" while there were some barriers she had never crossed.
First she had promised herself to never fuck any of her husband's friends. That was a failure five different times. Two times the affairs lasted a while and one only a few times and two of them were after party spur of the moment while her husband talked to buddies near by. There were another half dozen that weren't military at all. Most were pretty average, but three or four were big cock guys.
Maybe it was her getting older, but the last time her husband was home it was six months and she hadn't cheated on him at all. Now it had only been a week since he had been gone and she was trying to figure out how to fuck this black guy,
"Click!"
Tank full. She took her receipt and settled under the steering wheel.
"I don't know anything about this guy." She reasoned with herself. "What if I don't fuck him and he has this giant cock to slam into me? And, what if he doesn't? This would be a line she never crossed, jumping race like that. Then again she had known several black guys throughout her life that wanted to fuck her. What had she missed there?"
She took a deep breath, put the car in gear and moved the car to a place to park. Her mother could wait in Idaho. Nancy needed an adventure. She went inside and slid into a chair across for this new man, Steve. He ordered her coffee. She looked into his eyes.
"I'm making up my mind. I'm a military wife. I was born and raised Mormon, my husband as well. He is big brass military and now overseas. My kids are gone, in college, and here I am."
"I hope this doesn't hurt my chances. I'm a truck driver for a national company. My hours are about up for the day and I'll have 6 hours to kill before I can make my delivery. Since my divorce I've pretty much lived in my truck. Not that it's a mess, mind you."
Nancy's mind wasn't as much what he did for a living as much it was on what might be in his pants.
"I've never been around a big truck and wondered what they might be like inside."
"I'd be glad to show you once you finish your coffee."
Nancy made the coffee last as they talked. As she was trying to make up her mind to cross the line her pussy was starting to make the decision for her. Some of the other wives that had fucked black cock had made so much about the size. During the fifteen or twenty so journeys outside her marriage one eight incher stuck to her mind. How glorious would it be if it were true about black men having a cock as large a foot in length? Was she sitting across the table from one of those?
"Okay, show me yours, she stumbled over her words, "Show me your truck."
Walking across the lot to his truck Nancy realized how exposed they were. A couple of trucks gave a respectable toot and a couple of voices shouted. One of the more clear ones shouted.
"Hey, looks like you'll be getting some classy pussy."
"Sorry, truckers will be truckers." The black man explained.
"Do you think I am classy?"
"Very classy. Then again I've not been with the ladies since I went home and saw that my wife was gone and left divorce papers on the kitchen table."
"Then let's give them a show." Nancy grinned.
She leaned up to kiss him. He gave her a short kiss and then another. She took his hand as they approached his truck. He opened the passenger door and motioned for her to climb in. She had left her panties off under her skirt so she could finger herself on the long trip to her mother's house. The view was going to be full on for Steve the trucker.
She heard him gasp. She took an even bigger step as she reached for the grab bar to pull herself up. She felt her outer lips part giving him a view inside her wet cunt. She bounced a little on the step opening herself even more before pulling herself inside.
A couple of more trucker's horns tooted. She looked down at Steve the trucker.
"Are you coming?"
"I think I might have." He joked.
"Oh, you! Get on up in here."
She greeted him with kiss that went on while his fingers found the opening between her lips down there. He didn't shove fingers in right away. He ran his finger along the wet opening and teased her clit. She finally wiggled against him until two went inside. Between the ongoing kiss, his fingers in her, and knowing he was black Nancy was melting inside. She had to fuck this black stranger.
"We can get up in the bunk and close the curtain. The A/C is on."
The military wife got into the bunk where she unzipped her skirt and tossed it down into the passenger seat right at Steve the trucker's knees. As he watched she took off her blouse and bra, tossing them at him. Now naked she moved around exposing her married cunt to him. Even if he had a pencil dick she was going to fuck him because he was black.
"I thought I was going to see some funny Mormon underwear."
"You know about Mormon underwear?"
"Only what I hear."
"Well, I haven't worn it in years."
Her nipples were hard as rocks on her C-Cup boobs as the black man took off his shirt to reveal a bare and muscular chest. When he unbuckled his belt Nancy had to suck back some slobber. He smiled and climbed into the bunk with her. He laid on his back beside her.
"You finish the rest."
The wandering wife unbutton his jeans and unzipped him. She pulled down his pants as he squirmed to help. All that remained was jockey shorts with a huge bulge in front. No pencil dick there, he raised his hips to help her take them off. As she pulled down the head of his cock nudged her right on her chin. She reasoned if it wasn't a foot of cock in was close enough. The head was huge and the veins very pronounced. She imagined it on her insides pushing and expanding her.
She took the head in her mouth and ran her tongue around the crown and laid back beside him.
"Has this little white Mormon chick even seen one like that?"
"God, no! Not even close!"
She reached to pump it while he suckled her breasts.
"How long did you say you are on layover?"
"Six hours. Is that long enough for you?"
"Can we stay here in your bunk?"
"Sure, if you want."
Nancy wiggled on her back and ran her hands down the inside of her thighs as she pulled them far apart.
"How about you fuck me now?"
Steve the trucker got up on his knees and positioned himself between her legs. Nancy watched the black cock move towards her cunt opening. Steve's cock was not only long, it was massive. Nancy would welcome whatever damage it might do to her little Mormon cunt be it temporary or permanent.
Nancy marveled at what was about to happen to her. Legs spread wide she braced for what could be an onslaught. Tip of the huge black head touched her outer lips. Nancy wiggled trying to start it into her. Then a gentle push from Steve the trucker and it started inside her. The head pushed her outer pussy lips wide open and encountered the softness inside. He took a couple of minutes for her to adjust and popped the head inside her. Nancy gasped as her cunt clamped down on the shaft just behind the head.
"Looks like you're trapped." Nancy teased. "I not letting you go!"
"Okay, I'll just leave it in there then. Let me know, if it's too much?"
"No, not really. It was just such a sensation to see a black cock head disappear inside me."
"Let me know when I get to the depth your husband reaches." He grinned.
"Oh, that won't take much. He laid a ruler along his dick once to convince me how big it was. He always bragged it was between five and six inches. I could see the marks on the ruler at four and five eighths. Typical Mormon penis."
Steve the trucker pushed into her. Between the head stretching her and the wetness of girl juices from her anticipating cunt it let him get about five inches in with two strokes.
"About there?"
"Yes, but the first time I cheated the guy had seven inches so hubby's big cock story fell apart."
Steve the trucker pushed in another couple of inches.
"About there then?"
"Well, I fucked a guy at a party that had eight inches. We started an affair that lasted ten years while my kids were growing up. We were fucking every chance we could. He was in my husband's command. He retired and moved back to where his wife grew up about three years ago. We liked to joke about the Colonel's wife fucking a Lieutenant?"
