This story was told to me by a friend I made online.
One of the craziest vacation trips we ever had involved riding in the cab of an over the road truck. Our neighbor Mark's wife had left him for another man. She got tired of him being gone so much and found several fellows to keep her nights from being lonely. It was true. Mark's little Jeep wasn't in his driveway as much as a stranger's car might be.
My wife Ruthie had mentioned the fact to me several times about different vehicles parking up the street and sometimes right in old Mark's driveway while he was gone. I'd didn't get to involved, but Ruthie loved neighborhood gossip and took great joy in figuring how many men were fucking Ann while Mark was out of town.
Just for the record, Ruthie claims there were at the minimum twenty different guys fucking Ann over the three year period it went on. Ann was not so discrete about it either. Towards the last Ann was bringing in black men more than white for her extramarital fucking.
Finally, one day Ruthie came to me breathlessly, "There's a rental truck backed into Ann's driveway and some men are loading stuff for a move. Mark is out on the road."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Go over there. See what's going on."
"Maybe you should go over there. You are better at details."
"Too many men over there going in and out."
"I'm sure they are with the moving company."
As you can guess I got the job of checking things out. I hadn't paid a lot of attention to Ann. Even though she drew a crowd I couldn't say that I would fuck her. From what Ruthie would tell me and from her general appearance I always considered her a woman that looked recently, as well as easily, fucked. It turns out the men were movers except for one guy about ten years younger than Ann that turned out the be the man she was running away with.
Walking me out to the street Ann asked me to tell Mark what she has done as well as the reasons why. Their youngest child had left home three years ago and Ann had told Mark that he should consider not leaving her home alone. She suggested he quit trucking. A job he loved. Instead he continued and Ann started looking for men to occupy her time.
She said she at first went out to bars with a girlfriend and teased men, but didn't give in. After doing that a few weeks she decided one night that she would fuck a man she had spent the evening with dancing. Her friend had a fit, but Ann fucked the guy in her mini-van while her friend made out in the front seat with the man's friend.
Thinking once would do it Ann went out without her friend the next week. The man she fucked the week before danced with her one dance before she realized she was going to fuck him again. Out to the minivan they went and she fucked him until he had cum in her twice. Going back in the bar the man that her girl friend made out the last week struck up a conversation.
"I was hoping I get a turn."
"A turn at what?"
"A turn at fucking your pussy like my buddy just got. Your girl friend last week left me with a bad case of the blue balls. Could you help a poor stranger out?"
Ann stared directly at the man for about thirty seconds. "Maybe. Do you have a nice dick?"
Ann took him out to the van and then fucked him. Him cumming in her twice and her having several orgasms herself. Somehow the word got out and before she even got back in the bar another stranger asked her how she would like another load of cum in her cunt. It was a little direct, but Ann turned around back to her van while he followed.
The man came in her once and with a softening cock left her in the van naked from the waist down and leaking cum on the minivan seats. Ann was contemplating what had happened. In less that an hour she had taken five loads of cum in her vagina. She was trailing her fingers through the wetness wondering is she should clean up and go back in the bar or go home.
While she was thinking about it a tapping started on the minivan door. The word was definitely out. She motioned another stranger in between her legs. He got out a nice size cock and Ann guided it to her waiting snatch. For the next couple of hours Ann lost track of the number of men fucking her. One brought a box of tissue for her to clean some of the cum off before he fucked her. Then she got filled up again.
Ann went on to explain that was how her love for the cock got started. Blamed Mark. Said if he had been home to fuck her she never would have cheated on him.
"Gosh, Ann. That may be too much information." I wanted to hear more, but didn't want to show any interest.
"Well, you could have been on the list. I like your wife, but getting strange cock across the street sure would have been handy."
"There's been a lot of strange cars around the last couple of years. I guess it wouldn't be a short list."
"The beginning was three years ago. Since then I must have fucked a hundred different guys. All ages, all shapes and sizes, all colors. You know, no limits. I got to the point I would fuck anyone that showed an interest in fucking."
"My God, a hundred guys Ann?" I didn't know what to say next.
"If that asshole husband had been home I would have fucked him a hundred times anyway. So, it's not so different as far as the sex goes ... just instead of a hundred times it was a hundred times with a hundred different guys."
"So, each guy more than once?"
"Some just once. Some a lot. I was fucking someone about ten times a week when Mark was gone."
"Ann, I really enjoyed the conversation. I'll be sure to tell Mark everything you said."
"Please do. I hope the cocksucker misses me after he sees I'm gone."
Ruthie about came through the door after me as I got near our house. "What did she say? Is she running off with some guy she has been fucking?"
"I didn't ask that, but ... " Then I told Ruthie the whole story word for word. She just stood there with her mouth open. Finally sitting down, still with her mouth open, while I finished.
"Holy shit! That little whore!"
"I assume you wouldn't want to fuck a hundred guys?"
"Fuck no! We'll not that it wouldn't be fun, but maybe just fifty or sixty strange cocks. I wouldn't want to appear to be a slut. And, only a dozen or so black ones."
"That isn't so fucking funny. Why would you even say that?"
"You try leaving me alone for all but a few days each month and see what happens."
"Really?"
"No, not really, you silly thing."
Mark came home about a week later. Ann had been talking to him on the cell phone. Mark didn't even know she was gone. Talk about a head start. Things stayed pretty quiet once Ruthie dragged me over to his house when he returned to have me tell him what Ann had told me about all of her lovers.
That left Mark stunned. He sat speechless in his favorite chair. The only one Ann had left him. I went on with the story with Ruthie breaking in to add her opinion of what Ann had told me.
We weren't even friends, but Ruthie got his cell number in case something happened to the house while Mark was gone in his truck throughout the country.
As late summer came we left on a vacation to see some of Ruthie's family in Florida. Our old car was ten years old, but I thought it pretty good shape. It broke down on us in Georgia and was needing major repairs. We gave it to the mechanic for parts and planned to rent a car to return home. Once home we could get another car from a local dealer.
After getting stunned by the price of a rental car I remembered Mark saying he had a stop to make in Atlanta on his current run. I asked Ruthie if she had his cell number and she found it in her address book. She gave Mark a call and explained the situation. Mark offered to give us a ride home, stating it was only about an hour each way to pick us up.
Ruthie and I were thrilled to save hundreds of dollars on a rental car and fuel. Opting to put it towards another car. We waited a day for Mark to get to Atlanta and unload. Then he picked us up. Ruthie and I tried to share the passenger seat, but it was a little tight for two of us. Ruthie took first shift riding the sleeper compartment, me riding shotgun.
After a couple of hours Mark announced that he had to stop at the next rest to use the bathroom. Ruthie and I agreed that we could use the break as well. It was a ways to the next rest area so Mark pulled us into a truck stop instead. Mark had to park quite a distance out and all the truckers were checking Ruthie out as we walked to the store.
I didn't want into go the the restroom with Mark. I hung back and Ruthie stayed back with me.
"Man, what a way to travel. The vibration of the truck and the jostling in the bunk got me all hot and horny. I was to the point that I could have finger fucked myself right there in front of you two."
"Oh, my God, Ruthie! Really?"
"Do you remember the time you talked me into sitting on the washing machine and masturbating? It was like way better than that. You can get quite a rhythm going in a sleeper of a semi-tractor. And, FYI, the washing machine and I had a few more encounters when you weren't around."
"You little minx! Any more secrets you'd like to share?"
"No, but did you see the looks I was getting from those truckers just from walking in here?"
