After our first adventure at the truck stop, my wife and I became hooked. The trucker culture became quite a turn on for us, even escalating into a fetish. It was becoming a lifestyle for us. In a way it was as though we were escaping our normal selves and entering into a very unique and different culture. Most days we would get home from work and listen to the cb and the trucker talk. My wife would get on with her sexy voice and call handle of Hotwife and it would drive the truckers wild. She was getting pretty good with the cb lingo and she could now rattle on like an experienced trucker or dispatcher. We liked to eat out at the diner of the local truck stop. We would sometimes wonder how many of the truckers passing through right before us had heard Hotwife on the radio. And we wondered how many had been flashed by her as she was now becoming a prolific trucker flasher. She was becoming well known for her nice set of headlights.
Hotwife loved to wear the anklet she had been given after her first trucker fucking. It was summer and hot in the great white north, and her anklet was easy to see with the shorts and skirts she wore. We wondered how many people noticed it, and if so, how many people would know the meaning behind it. It did look silly with only one charm on it, the one given by Bulldog. We decided that she should add to the anklet, though we may have been justifying the thrill we had for trucker fucking.
Discretion was very important to us. We learned this when we first started swinging, and even more so when we tried dogging. We stopped dogging when some weirdos were trying to take our pics with their cell phones. We are both professionals in the vanilla world, and we could be considered upstanding members of the community. But our healthy sexual appetites would not be understood by mainstream society. That is why we proceed very cautiously. We had decided to use different truck stops with each adventure, to help protect our identities and to protect our privacy. It was also a great way to see the country and more realms of the trucker life. Our den was being transformed into a trucker room where we placed a cb and some trucker posters, and a journal of truckers we had talked to or fucked. We put up a map of our state and started identifying truck stops. The truck stops we haven't been to would be marked red and the ones we had been to would be marked blue. We were feeling more adventurous this week so we chose a distant stop that was almost an all day drive across the state.
We left Saturday morning and took to the open road. Some folks may find a long drive boring, but we enjoyed the nice day. We listened to the trucker chatter and my wife would get on and give teases with her sexy radio voice. She had plenty of truckers to flash and she proudly displayed her DD breasts that were affectionately called the headlights. My wife would point out to me the big rigs she liked. Sometimes the truck was just as exciting and noticeable as the trucker. We had lunch at a truck stop and my wife's topic of conversation centered to guessing which trucker drove which big rig. It was an interesting game to play. We took back to the road and finished our journey. We checked in to a hotel and went down to the chosen truck stop to scout it out. We saw some big rigs pulling in early to get a good spot on party row.
Party row is the very back row where the big rigs park. That is where the crazy shit happens at truck stops. It is the furthest point away from most of the eyes and ears and security cameras. We could already see a lot lizard strutting back and forth along party row. A lot lizard is trucker talk for a prostitute. At first Hotwife thought she would have some competition from the lot lizard. However, after dinner we saw that same lot lizard up close and she had nothing over my wife, plus my wife fucked for the fun of it and not for crack money. I took some notes on the truck stop layout, places where we could park our car, noted security cameras, and the routes the lot lizards took.
We spent the next several hours taking in the local sites and shopping as though we were normal people having a weekend getaway. We had some drinks at the local brewery and started to look forward to the night's adventures. Perhaps part of the thrill was we never really knew what was going to happen. We liked to plan and prepare, but we were sure to have some surprises. Part of the preparation was Hotwife getting ready for the night. It was to become almost a ritual as she spent a lot of time in the bathroom freshening up and applying her makeup. She wore panties with Hotwife written on and her babydoll nighty and robe that she had worn last time. She looked so beautiful dressed like that it was hard for me to resist fucking her right then and there.
We pulled into the truck stop and parked in the car lot where we could have a good view of the big rigs. My wife scanned over the trucks with a pair of binoculars. It was dark rather soon and she hadn't seen any big rigs that caught her attention enough to fuck the trucker. We listened on the cb as the lot lizards started calling out advertising their services as commercial company. These lot lizards would rattle on the radio until a trucker would take interest and then they would switch to a more private channel to negotiate. My wife put down her binoculars and I asked if she had picked one. She hadn't and I asked what she wanted to do. She smiled and picked up the cb and started advertising herself.
"Breaker one, breaker one, this is Hotwife looking for a good time at the truck stop. I'm not commercial company I am just out for the thrill of it. I am a swinger and my husband likes to watch. Looking to try out the sleeper of a big rig", she called out. The response was overwhelming and it became hard to hear all the chatter.
"I'm at the truck stop now, so if you're ready and interested flash your lights for me now", called out Hotwife. The next thing I know half the lot was flashing lights. "Okay, okay, I have a trucker anklet with a tag on it and I'm looking to add to it. If you have a tag to give me flash your lights now."
Now there were a lot fewer trucks flashing their lights. Someone asked Hotwife to send a picture on her phone. "I don't send pictures. I'm no lot lizard I'm just a lady with the hots for truckers. I do have neck length dark brown hair and brown eyes with a great pair of 38 DDs. I am not skinny minnie that you might break, but I'm not a big girl either. I have a little cushion for the push'in. Now which one of you truckers is the biggest and burliest?", asked Hotwife.
Several truckers responded, but a trucker with the call handle of BigBear claimed to be 6'4 and 295 pounds. Hotwife asked if that was real and several other truckers chimed onto the radio to confirm it. Hotwife had him turn his lights on so we could find his big rig before telling him we would be there in a few minutes. A lot lizard got on the cb and bitched that Hotwife was stealing her work. We laughed as I turned the radio off and leaned over to give my wife a big long kiss.
