Tina was so sick to her stomach that she actually felt like throwing up. Never in a million years did she picture herself in this position. Standing under a streetlight on the back lot of a truck stop dressed like a prostitute! How could she have let Carl talk her into this?
She glanced across the parking lot at her dear husband who was sitting in his warm pick up truck watching her. For twenty years she's never cheated on him nor even thought about another man in any kind of a sexual way.
"How yeah doing, baby?" Carl's voice boomed loud and clear through the micro Bluetooth in her right ear.
"I'm cold and I wish I was at home!" Tina said her lips trembling. "Please, Carl can we just go home? I think I've stood out here long enough, Honey. I don't think he's going to show up."
"No can do darling we agreed to do this."
"No Carl you agreed to this crazy Idea." She snapped back. Asshole! she thought. There was a pause before he spoke again, "I know it was my idea but it was you that ran up the credit cards darling. And with me being laid off..."
"OKAY!" Tina rolled her blue eyes, he had her on that one. She didn't spend anything on herself. She only used the cards to pay for their daughters private schooling. Gina thrived in private school more than she did in the public school system. No their daughter's future was more important than her marital vows, right? Of course it was.
Everything would have been okay if it wasn't for the stupid lay off. It wasn't his fault that the company he'd been working for half his life moved to Mexico. They had it all she was a stay at home mom and Carl was a nine to five employee making two hundred grand a year as a supervisor. On second thought this was all the government's fault, they were just victims in a rich man's game. Collateral damage if you will.
"Tina?" Carl's voice rang in her ear.
"Yes, Carl?"
"I love you, baby."
Tina hesitated for a moment, "I love you too, honey." She did love him and the thought of letting another man touch her was repulsive to say the least.
"We can do this, baby." Carl said
"We? Hah! I'm the one doing it. I'm the one standing out here in the cold half naked!" Tina said, blowing into her hands and rubbing them together. "Just waiting for some stranger you met on the internet, Carl."
"Big Don is not a stranger Tina. Yes it's true that we met on the internet but he's in my chatroom and we talk all the time. You've spoken to him too."
"Sexting hardly counts for having a normal conversation, Carl."
"True." Carl laughed.
"I'm glad you think this is all so funny, Honey."
"Tina have I told you how sexy you look standing there right now?" Carl snickered.
She smiled at her husband's flattery and she certainly did look appealing standing there in the little black, "Kiss", half shirt and the catholic girls mini skirt. She'd borrowed the clothes from, Gina's closet. Hopefully her sixteen year old daughter wouldn't miss them, since her closet was already chopped full of slutty apparel. The black three inch heels she was wearing was a bad idea since the truck lot was graveled and not paved. She twisted her ankle a few times walking from the truck. She would have to wear flats next time. Oh gosh no there wouldn't be a next time. Please don't let it be a next time.
Two big burly truck drivers stepped from behind there rigs and we're walking towards the trucker's cafe. Both men looked at her at the same time and Tina closed her eyes and looked down at her feet.
"She's a shy little whore isn't she, Mark?" she heard one of the men say.
"Yes she is Luke and hot as fuck too." The men moved along.
Tina raised her head and watched her admirers until they disappeared inside the cafe. "Oh my goodness!" she shook her head.
"What's wrong Tina?"
"Those guys were checking me out, Carl." she said.
Carl laughs, "You're okay, baby. You have the mace in your purse. Relax."
Tina reached into her small bag and touched the little pink canister. Yes she had it.
"Carl what if Don doesn't show up?"
"Calm down baby, I'm sure he'll be along soon."
Carl smiled to himself as he watched his wife squirm in the cold. He loved her greatly but she was such an uppity slut. And he had himself to blame for that one because he's given her everything a woman could ever possibly hope for. A big house, a Pink Corvette and every credit card you could imagine. Now it was her turn to give him something he's always wanted. And damn it she was going to do it.
Yes she'd ran up the credit card bills but they still had the money in the bank to cover it, but Tina didn't know that. So he'd use this opportunity to get something out of the deal as well. A fantasy fulfilled. Carl smiled to himself and reached into the glove box and took out the small bottle of bang, bang oil. It was called Gorilla juice. His company had rights to sell the stuff and at fifty dollars a bottle and it was flying off the shelves. Tonight he would test it out and maybe see what the hype was all about. He'll use it while he listens to Tina getting fucked. He smiled again at that idea and he could feel his dick getting hard at the thought.
She shook her head and couldn't believe the way Carl had just talked to her. Maybe her husband was going through a mid life crisis? That had to be it. Tiffany's husband, Roger was suffering through one and he was making her sleep with other guys. But then Tiffany enjoyed fucking other men so it was a match made in heaven for her anyways. Goodness Tina hoped this was just a phase her dear Carl was going through. Tina knew they had the money to cover the credit card debt, she wasn't a fool. They didn't need the thousand dollars Big Don promised them. Which meant one thing Carl wanted this. She loved him dearly but she couldn't see herself getting used to laying down for another man! "Carl?"
"What?"
"Promise me you want get mad, but I need to ask you a question."
"Tina you know you can ask me anything."
"Are you going through a mid life crisis, Honey?" Tina asked timidly.
"What the, fuck?" Carl started laughing.
"If you are, honey then we can see a doctor and..." he cut her off.
"You're the one that needs to see a fucking doctor, woman!"
"ME?!" Tina gasped.
"Yes you! You're stressing yourself out way too much trying to keep up with this damned, Betty Crocker, soccer mom, PTA, PERSONA! You've turned into a woman I don't even know anymore."
Tina shook her head and placed a hand to her mouth, "Carl?!"
"You never want to have sex anymore."
"What are you talking about, Honey? We have sex! "
"Ah, yeah right, you just lay there like a wet rag. How is that sex? I can remember when you used to could suck the chrome off a Harley, baby!"
The truth stung as she listened to the man she's loved for twenty years, tell her that sex with her was like fucking a wet rag. "Oh My God! How can you be so cruel to me when all I'm trying to do is be a good wife and a mother!" She sobbed. She waited for Carl's reply, but there was just silence on his end. "Carl please talk to me." she whimpered.
Carl shook his head. How could she think that there was something wrong with him. But that was just like her to put the blame on him instead of herself. He listened to her cry and for a moment he really thought about taking her home and fucking her in the ass, just to listen to her really cry. He smiled. Anal had been last years birthday request and it had went well for him, but for her not so much. It was like pulling teeth to try and get her to do something new between the sheets. He shook his head. Maybe he should take Roger up on his offer to fuck Tiffany. Now that bitch loves to fuck.
A big red, Peterbilt eighteen wheeler, slowly rolled past her. The truck was decked out with lights and chrome and sported a large sleeper compartment. Tina could remember as a little girl, her daddy driving a nice truck just like that. He had been an over the road trucker as well, until fell asleep one day he went over the side of mountain somewhere in North Carolina when she was 17.
The driver looked down at her and waved and she waved back. He sort of favored her Daddy. Not that she had a crush on her father, now that would be sick. She shuddered at the thought. Yuck!
Maybe this was Big Don? It sort of favored his profile pic. Gosh she started really feeling sick to her stomach now.
The big rig backed into a spot next to where she was standing. The smell of the diesel exhaust was nearly overwhelming.
The driver shut down the big diesel motor and turned on his cab light. She could see him looking over his paperwork now and not even paying her any attention. He was probably filling out his log book, something she'd seen her father do a few times. After a few minutes he put the clipboard on the dash and shut off the interior light.
The nerves in her stomach started doing back flips now as she suddenly knew what she had to do. She wanted to prove, Carl wrong. She was a sexual being and if she had to fuck another man prove it, then so be it. Besides she needed to get out of this cold. She glanced toward her husband's pick up and she shoots him the bird.
"Now that's the bitch I remember." Carl cackles in her ear.
"You bastard." she whispers.
Again he laughs.
Tina felt like taking the Bluetooth out of her ear and throwing it across the parking lot. No fuck him let him listen to the asshole fuck me. Maybe the guy has a bigger dick than Carl four inches.
Tina carefully climbed up onto the passengers side of the semi and peered in. She could see that the privacy curtain was closed on the sleeper, but there was a faint glow of a light coming from beneath the bottom which meant he was most likely on his cellphone.
Gosh I hope he's not on the phone with his girlfriend or wife Tina thought but she still channeled the courage to tap on the window. Suddenly a cold gust of wind ripped along the side of the truck and blew her skirt up. The little pink "Hello Kitty thong offered absolutely no warmth whatsoever! Again she'd borrowed those from her daughters slut collection, because she would never think about wearing such filth on a daily bases.
The privacy curtain opens and the driver peeks his head out and at first he confused as to where the knock came from so Tina tapped again. This time he looked at her and he crawls out of the sleeper in a pair of white briefs and he rolls the window down, "Yes?"
"Uh, Hi?"
"Hi yourself. What do you need?" he snapped.
"I was just wondering if you might like some company, sir?"
The man smiled, "Sir? Really? I've never known a lot lizard to call a Jon, sir. You must be new to this game, girl?"
Lot Lizard? OMG! What a horrible name, Tina thought.
"Well?" he asked, folding his muscular arms. This guy was certainly bigger than her husband in the body department. He was big! A giant compared to Carl.
Tina licked her lips nervously, she hadn't thought of a cover story so she just went with it. "This is my first night." Another gust of wind blew against her ass but she managed to keep the back of her skirt in place with her hand.
The driver smiled and rolled the window up and reached over and unlocked the passenger door. Tina quickly opened it and slipped into the passenger seat.
The driver sat down on the edge of the bunk and looked at her, then he offered his hand, "I'm, Jason."
