Married To A Long Haul Trucker Pt 01

Can a shaky marriage survive the rewards and revelations of a wife's new job? ====================================================================

The new hire was sharp. So much better than the last one. It was a pleasure to work with someone with a brain for a change. Sofia didn't need to repeat anything for Rachel who seemed to grasp the purpose and direction of each task immediately. It made working closely for hours so much easier, if not enjoyable.

"Sofia", in Romanian, means "wise woman". It was why she hired Rachel.

At 34 years of age, just 5 years younger than herself, Rachel was older than Sofia's previous assistants but could pass for someone in her mid 20's.

Rachel had moved to a suburb of NYC 2 months ago from Pennsylvania with her long haul trucker husband, Jack, of 17 years. Marrying young and getting pregnant explained her lack of a college degree and limited work experience. Her only daughter, Jacqueline, just entered college in upstate NY and Rachel wanted to be within a few hour's drive - as did Jacqueline. They were extremely close. With Jack on the road most of the time, Rachel was basically a single mother.

In spite of Rachel's limitations, Sofia was confident that, together, they would meet an ongoing project's imminent deadline.

Sofia's decision, as usual, paid off. They finished the morning of the following Friday's deadline. The afternoon was festive with relief.

While working intensely together Sofia witnessed Rachel's care and intellect. Afterwards, having exchanged personal stories as they overcame obstacles, Sofia felt more like a friend than a boss and detected a restless need beneath Rachel's shy demeanor. Sofia knew the cause without asking, so, as a grateful boss she invited Rachel out for drinks and as a grateful friend, texted Jermaine.

Sofia wondered briefly if Rachel had ever fucked outside her marriage. No, she thought, definitely not.

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Sofia turned at the tap on her shoulder. She and Rachel were having such a good time talking over drinks that she'd forgotten to keep an eye out for Jermaine. There he was, with that beautiful sculptured face and that beautiful muscular body hugged by a V neck pullover. His pants were tailored and trim and when he moved there was evidence of a large cock along the inside of one leg.

Sofia yelled, "Jermaine!", and opened her arms for a hug.

His dark chocolate face lit up with a smile of perfect, white, teeth. "Sofia!" Jermaine kissed her offered lips in a more-than-friendly fashion.

"This is Rachel. My new assistant."

"Hi. So nice to meet you." He saw her sneak a peek at his junk - a usual occurrence.

Rachel wondered if Jermaine noticed. "Nice to meet you too." she said.

The place hadn't been too crowded when they arrived and Sofia and Rachel had taken the first two of 3 empty chairs at the end of the bar and saved the last with their coats and bags. Sofia, on the outside chair, was supposed to be the lookout. Now, with his arrival, Rachel moved down one to give Jermaine the middle seat, coats and bags were draped and hung over each owner's seat. The place was filling up with an after work crowd.

"We just finished a project. It was hellish." Sofia said.

"Oh, my God! I know it's awful when you say 'hellish'." Jermaine leaned in and gave her a nice, long, hug. "Poor baby."

Sofia pointed, "Rachel bled along with me."

Jermaine turned, "You too?".

Jermaine gave her a similar hug so infectious with feeling that Rachel found herself happily hugging back. It was a two-parter and after he leaned slightly away to give her a look of additional sympathy, said, "What a terrible way to start a new job," and hugged her again.

Rachel found herself, once again, responding in kind, enjoying the scent of his intoxicating cologne while he admonished Sofia, "I hope you're buying this overworked, and beautiful lady plenty of drinks to ease the pain."

"Absolutely. And dinner."

Jermaine rocked Rachel once in his arm and, like a fellow conspirator, asked, "Shall we negotiate dessert?"

"I usually don't get dessert."

Jermaine pulled her tight to him and put a hand over her mouth, "Hush, girl." He looked around to see if there were any witnesses and felt her smile into his hand. He turned to Sofia, "Well?"

"Ok, dessert too."

Jermaine gave Rachel a victorious look before taking his hand off her mouth. He pointed with the same hand still moist from her lips, "Love the color, and believe me, I know lipstick." Jermaine nodded and stiffened his lower lip for emphasis, " Very sexy," he included Sofia, "Am I right?"

"Definitely," agreed Sofia.

Jermaine winked slyly at Rachel and whispered, "Not that you need it."

Rachel was still lost in his deep brown eyes when she answered, "That's very sweet of you to say."

"Girl, it's the truth." Jermaine released her gently like a caring parent. "Ok, now a toast." He waved the bartender over.

Rachel loved the way he said "girl".

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They clinked their red wines and Rachel asked, "Do you work in advertising too?"

Before he could answer Sofia leaned across his lap, "He models."

Rachel did not hide her visual inspection this time. A look at his pants included a look at his cock. "I'm not surprised. Companies must be very happy to pay for him to wear their clothes."

Sofia corrected her, "He gets paid NOT to wear clothes."

Rachel paused with a surprised look on her face.

Jermaine clarified after a quick laugh, "I do a lot of fitness oriented modeling." He smiled at her, "You have a dirty mind."

Rachel laughed with embarrassment, "S-S-Sorry..." and put down her glass so she wouldn't spill it.

Sofia laughed as well, setting off a case of the giggles in both women. Jermaine enjoyed it all with a smile.

The bartender came over to take their order. He looked first at Sofia. "I'll have a turkey burger and can I substitute a side salad for the fries?" "Of course. And you?" He looked at Rachel. "I'll just have a house salad." "And you sir?" "I'll have another wine." The bartender smiled at all of them and left.

Jermaine swiveled towards Rachel. "That's all you're getting?"

"Yes, I try to watch what I eat."

He nodded as he said," So that's how you keep your beautiful figure." He watched her blush. He turned to Sofia, "You're gettin' off easy."

Sophia agreed, "I know."

Rachel took the opportunity to put her hand on his thigh, it was something she wouldn't have ordinarily done, but she knew, deep down, regardless of the excuse her inner voice offered, it had nothing to do with her second wine.

"I appreciate your negotiating skills but I hope you won't be offended if I skip dessert." She included Sofia as she continued, leaving her hand on his thigh, "I have a weakness for cake and pastries, especially cheesecake. It's difficult, but I try to avoid them. When I don't, I swear, some parts of my body get bigger before I'm done swallowing."

Sofia pointed her wine glass at Rachel's tits, "Yeah, like those!"

Rachel joined in their merriment. Before it died down completely, Jermaine caused a second round of laughter when he put his face inches away from the aforementioned tits and, staring wide-eyed, exclaimed, "God bless cheesecake!"

Rachel blushed with laughter. She was feeling no pain and enjoyed the attention she lacked at home. She lifted her glass and, before taking a sip, shook her tits at Jermaine.

Sofia choked on her wine and Jermaine chortled, "Oh, my God, girl. Don't do that to me!"

Rachel smiled proudly and took a sip.

When the bartender suddenly appeared they settled down like mischievous children. He obviously saw much or all of what happened and smiled along at their goodwill. He placed a wine down for Jermaine and pushed paper placemats in front of Sofia and Rachel. Knowing they were caught, Jermaine pointed at Rachel as the bartender put utensils on their napkins and said, "She's bad."

Rachel feigned innocence and the bartender said to Jermaine, "Nothing wrong with that." Then, knowing all was fair game, gave a quick, admiring look at Rachel's tits and winked. "Nothing wrong at all."

When he left Jermaine touched her thigh and whispered, "He's right, you know."

In what seemed like moments later, a waitress appeared with their food. She placed it down.

"Enjoy," she said to Sofia and Rachel then gave Jermaine an inviting smile, "I love that sweater."

"Thank you." His eyes took her in.

She was young with a hot body and dropped her hands to give him an unobstructed view. "Would you like something to eat while I'm here?"

She knew exactly what she was doing.

Jermaine smiled at the suggestion, "Everything looks so tempting," he lifted his glass in a polite salute, "but I'm good, thank you."

"Well, if you change your mind let me know." she said as she left.

Rachel felt jealous and took a sip of wine in an attempt to wash it down along with the horniness that had been brewing since Jermaine got there.

Rachel stabbed at her salad, "So, I guess you two met through work."

"No, actually", Sofia said with a swallow of her turkey burger, "Jermaine was a student of mine in high school."

Rachel perked up, "Really?"

"Yeah, I taught business in high school for a number of years before going into advertising. Jermaine was in my class the last year I taught."

Jermaine smiled at her with gratitude and raised his glass to her, "Yeah, she helped me get into modeling."

Sofia smiled back with fond remembrance as she spoke, "I was looking to get out of teaching and already had a job offer in advertising," Sofia looked at Rachel as she continued, "and I set him up with an agency looking for new talent. It was a no-brainer, everyone knew he was model material. The girls were all crazy about him. He must have slept with every girl in school. "

Jermaine smiled sheepishly, but not too sheepishly, "She's exaggerating."

Sofia leaned across and supported herself with a hand on his muscular thigh and whispered, "No, I'm not." then straightened up and took an emphatic bite of her turkey burger.

By the time the bartender came for their plates Rachel had gotten the backstory of Jermaine's career. In the telling she gathered, from fragmented facts, intonation, and shared looks, that Jermaine fucked more than just a high percentage of female students; references about personalities and physical attributes of some female teachers and staff obviated any doubt; an art teacher, a girl's swim coach, and a school secretary, in particular, were no doubt fucked often and regularly, as was, from the evident affection they still had for each other, Sofia. Rachel wondered if they still fucked. She wouldn't blame her and then realizing the obvious, felt bad for feeling jealous. Again.

When the bartender asked about dessert Rachel refused, but the other two pressured her into ordering cheesecake. It didn't take much pressuring. Rachel lumped it in with the excesses of the night and went along with their silly argument; that she should do it for the sake of science - to test the theory of cheesecake and tits. Rachel was enjoying the attention.

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By now the bar was crowded and noisy and the enclaves of people were oblivious to each other.

When the small slice of cheesecake arrived Sofia and Jermaine stopped talking and, with craned necks, peered intently at Rachel as she raised the first forkful to her mouth. Rachel stopped midway and turned just her head towards them, "Are you sure this will benefit mankind?"

Neither one took their focus off the impaled piece of cheesecake suspended in midair. Jermaine's hand patted the air near her face, "Shh,shh,..yes...just eat."

"For Science..." she said solemnly.

Jermaine and Sofia watched as Rachel opened her mouth wide and guided the forkful of cheesecake slowly into it. Neither Jermaine nor Sofia said a word as Rachel closed her lips around it and pulled the fork out slow and clean, holding it up like a performance artist awaiting applause.

Jermaine stage whispered to Sofia, "Did you see that? Beautiful, just beautiful."

Sofia agreed in the same awestruck tone, "Artistry, pure artistry."

Rachel kept a straight face and slowly set in motion the sensual mechanics of her jaw. Her tongue, in coordination with her gentle, soft chewing, liquified the cheesecake into the consistency of cum - something else she loved about cheesecake. She opened her mouth to share the sight with Sofia, and in particular, Jermaine, then raised her chin and extended her neck as she swallowed - enjoying the implications.

"God girl, I love how you do that." He turned to Sofia, "Did you see that?"

"Yes, she swallows like a pro. I give her a 10."

"I'll give her an 11."

Sofia smiled at the inside joke. "I bet you will." She turned to Rachel and circled a finger, "Ok, let's see."

Rachel spun slowly on her barstool. Sofia and Jermaine stared at her tits as they swung into view. Sofia swiveled her back to the crowd to form an enclave of privacy to give them license.

"What do you think? Are they bigger? I can't tell." "I'm not sure." Jermaine brought his face close to Rachel's tits. He turned to Sofia, "I don't know BUT," then slapped both hands to his cheeks, and, with them, shook his face, "...THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!"

Rachel suppressed a laugh.

"What about her thighs?" "I can't tell." "You're going to have to feel them to get an accurate appraisal."

Jermaine swiveled to face Rachel, and in so doing, blocked the view of Sofia, as well as any unauthorized eyes, as he slid his hands up and down Rachel's thighs, gently massaging the inside with his thumbs. Rachel started to look down. Sofia extended her arms upward and snapped her fingers to get Rachel's attention, "Look here not down! You'll ruin the experiment."

Rachel complied and Jermaine opened her legs a little wider for the purposes of inspection. "No change yet," he called to Sofia without looking. He gave them another rub before spinning her stool back to profile.

"OK, we're going to need more data." Sofia said. "Take another bite."

Rachel did as she was told and after another suggestive swallow spun on her stool once again to submit to their evaluations.

This time Jermaine massaged her thighs a bit longer and a bit higher. Rachel looked past his shoulder into the playfully squinted eyes of Sofia, who obviously knew what was going on, and Rachel felt the warmth of her damp panties spread.

If she ever thought of herself as a feminist Rachel certainly wasn't one now. She was enjoying being a sexual object. She couldn't remember being this horny in a very long time. When Jermaine blew on her tits in the name of science, her nipples hardened, and, buzzed and horny, Rachel pulled back her shoulders and thrust out her tits!

"Yes!" Sofia's laugh was accompanied by Jermaine's soft claps of applause. "Oh, my God!!" "It's true! It's true!" Jermaine added excitedly between guffaws.

Rachel broke from her rigid posture and joined in the laughter and a small group next to them briefly turned from their heated discussion to question the commotion. A few smiled politely at their joy before resuming their discussion.

Rachel was not aware how obvious it was, but the smirk she directed at Jermaine had 'fuck me' written all over it.

Jermaine gave Sofia a quick look. She nodded.

When the check came Sofia paid and stood with a flourish to look at her watch, "I hate to say it but I'm going to have to go. My dear husband Charles is home," she said comically, "Jermaine you'll take care of Rachel and drive her home won't you? We came in one car. Charles and I have to leave early tomorrow for the wedding."

"Of course." Jermaine answered, "Don't worry, I will take care of her."

"Thank you Jermaine," Sofia said, then kissed him with a more-than-friendly kiss.

"Say 'Hi' to Charles for me."

"I will." Sofia gave Rachel a hug and said, "Have a good time. See you Monday," then walked out of the bar.

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Rachel was happy and excited to be alone with Jermaine. Sofia's gift was obvious and Rachel addressed the accompanying guilt. Her daughter was at college, her husband was on the road and she was alone for the first time with a man who wasn't a repairman or a relative; a guy she could fantasize fucking. She shouldn't feel guilty for fantasizing, right? Maybe if Jack wasn't on the road so much she wouldn't need to fantasize. Besides, what did HE fantasize about?

She had some ideas.

It's common knowledge truckers hook up with prostitutes at truck stops and she never kidded herself that Jack was any different. He pooh-poohed the idea the times she brought it up. Those were times she had more than just suspicions but, even as she did so, she knew it was pointless to bring it up. He was the only bread winner while she raised their daughter. That was the way Jack wanted it and she had no real leverage to do otherwise. With no job and a daughter to take care of, she wouldn't dare stray. Now she had a job and her daughter was in college. He had been against their move and treating her worse now that he was losing control.

All that aside, what makes anyone think this beautiful, caring hunk of a man would ever sleep with her? Ok, stupid question. Whether she followed through or not, she was going to enjoy the attention of this handsome stud until she decided not to.

"So?"

Rachel snapped out of it, "What?"

Jermaine's smile was bright and kind, "I said, is your daughter enjoying college?"

"Oh, yes...yes." she smiled back briefly before getting wistful, "But I really miss her..."

He watched and said nothing until he couldn't, "I can see that." He took her hand, "It must be difficult."

"It is." Rachel started tearing up and felt silly.

Jermaine said something she couldn't make out and hugged her. She rested in his arms and soaked in his scent. A few loose tears seeped into his shirt and she felt him kiss the top of her head. She felt so good, so protected, she didn't want to move. When she looked up he smiled down at her and stroked her hair. "You ok?"

Rachel sniffled slightly and dabbed her eyes, "Yes," she smiled weakly, "sentimental crisis averted." She wiped at the wet spots on his shirt, "Sorry about that."

"No problem." He slowly combed her hair with his fingers, "You have beautiful hair."

"Thank you." Rachel was proud of her thick, shoulder length brown hair. She conditioned it regularly. She thought of the girls in high school who were so jealous of it - and her large, firm tits. Until tonight she'd largely forgotten about that. She was voted unofficially "best tits" in school by the senior class boys and she kept them locked away until she met Jack, and then locked them away again for years unless he was home.

She no longer wanted to lock them away. She wanted her sensitive nipples pulled and sucked. She focused on Jermaine's thick, sensual lips and imagined the tight pinch of them on her nipples.

"I know a less crowded place." Jermaine said above the noise. Rachel looked around. It was more crowded and noisy than she realized. She nodded and let him lead her out.

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Jermaine pointed with his free hand, "That way," he said and redirected Rachel down the block, "It's the parking garage on the corner."

Their arms were still around each other's waist as they walked and Rachel could feel the muscles of his obliques. She traced their movements with her fingers. Jermaine's roamed the top of her ass.

"It's a beautiful night." Jermaine said looking up.

Rachel looked up, "Yes, it is." She leaned her head into his side, "You're chest makes a great pillow." she sighed.

"I have other parts you can enjoy too, you know."