The following stories takes place directly after the end of Agreeing to be shared, part one.
Cassidy was just shared with a friend of ours named Tony, aka Horse. Cassidy lives with is (Daniel and Debbie), and we consider her our wife. Horse is primarily Debbie's side action lover; we have an open relationship now.
Cassidy is 26 years old, a brunette with C-cup breasts and nice curves.
These events took place in the mid 90s
The following is her story.
I pull out of Horse's driveway, and head down the road to our home. Horse just gave me one of the most incredible sexual experiences of my life. Even though he made me climax several times, and had left several loads of cum in me, I was still horny, and to be honest, my desire was now for a woman's pussy.
When I get home, my love Debbie is going to need to get busy with me.
I left my panties with Horse. That is the second pair he has of mine. He already has several of Debbie's.
When I left and got into my vehicle, I noticed that my bush was visible. Debbie and I keep ours trimmed and in a V-shape, with the sides waxed and smooth. I thought to myself, jokingly that I would show off my pussy to a trucker. I could do it as I passed him on the road. I was feeling very slutty.
I decided that I would do it if I saw a trucker going down the road. With some difficulty, I removed my bra. I was wearing a t-shirt, and intended to lift up my shirt and expose my breasts. I also raise my skirt to give whoever he is a nice show.
I didn't see a truck for the first 10 minutes or so. As luck would have it, I finally do see one after a turn. My heart starts to race a little, and my pussy is getting moist. I have a sun roof on my vehicle, so I open it. I pull my skirt up some and lift my t-shirt up, letting my breasts hang out. I move up on the side of the truck, and turn on my interior light.
I'm very excited at this point. I wonder, will it be an old man, or a young man, maybe in between.
I move up along side the cab and the driver's window. I look up, and to my surprise, the driver is a woman. Not just a woman, but a very good looking, slightly older woman. She looks over at me, and smiles. I was surprised when I got the same reaction that I would expect from a man.
She opens her window, and yells, "Yah baby, pull over, and I will take care of that pretty pussy for you!"
She had a southern accent, and was wearing one of those straw cowboy hats. Her hair was black and long, running down the sides flowing in the breeze. Her face was pretty and a little rugged.
Again not sure what came over me, but I yell back, "The oasis. Two miles up the road."
She tips her hat, I guess that means your on.
I nod, and pull ahead of her. I lower my shirt, and thought to myself, what am I doing.
Daniel and Debbie, who are, for lack of a better term, my husband and wife, did say we should not pass up an opportunity. This was definitely an opportunity.
I grab my cell phone. It was one of those new flip phones. I open it, and hit number 1 and dial. It dials Debbie. She answers, and I say, "Hey Debs its Cas, Lucky girl."
She says, "Okay, tell us all about it later when you get home."
I say, "I will, love you."
We hang up. The three of us had discussed the possibility of a chance encounter. If it was one of us girls and It was a guy, we had to use a condom, if we wanted to fool around. Debbie and me both carried them now in our purses. If it was a girl, we made the judgement call on sexual safety. Daniel also had this option, but girl or guy, he had to use a condom. This was our agreement to keep each other clean.
When we were going to do something, we would call and use the code word lucky girl for a woman and lucky guy for a man.
By now Debbie has told Daniel what I was going to be doing.
I pulled into the oasis, which is more of a overnight truck stop. It had restrooms and vending machines. At this time in the evening the restaurant is closed. Trucker or just passer bys would stop here to rest, eat or use the bathrooms, or even sleep.
I seen two trucks near the entrance. I decided to pull to the other side near the exit which looked empty. I stopped my vehicle in an available space and shut it off.
The lady trucker pulled up by me, and shut down her engine.
I got out fixing my skirt. I wish I had my panties. I walked towards her truck, she had her window open and said, "Climb in on the other side sweety."
I took a deep breath, and walked around the truck. Realizing, I had heels on, I took it slow, and climbed up, opening the door.
The light came on in the cab, and I got my first look at her. She was pretty, her black hair was straight. She was a little larger than me height and width. She had rounder hips and larger breasts. I guessed her age to be about mid to late 30s. She had jeans on and a short sleeve button down shirt. The buttons were a pearl-like in design. She was just a little butchy in appearance. It turned me on.
She said in her southern drawl, "Well come on in here, you beautiful lady."
I climbed in and sat down.
She said, I'm Cassandra, Cassie for short.
I smile, what are the odds. I say, "I'm Cassidy, Cas for short."
She laughs at that, and says, "Well, go figure."
She then says, "So you like showing off your pretty titties and your pretty pussy, is that it?"
"Yes, I was horny, and thought I would have some fun."
"So then you though I was going to be a guy?"
"Yes, I did, if you were, I wouldn't have stopped here with you."