They'd always talked about the possibility of her experiencing sex with another man, in fact it had been a part of their love making routine for a number of years, and her orgasms, produced by such talk, were the most stunning and certainly the most satisfying.
For his part Craig simply fed his wife's fantasy and it was she who embroidered the ideas until they could hold back no longer and, as the stories progressed, they screwed like people in the throes of first passion and the sensation of their climaxes ran from their toes to their heads, exploding in the proverbial stars and fireworks and were always deeply rewarding and totally consuming.
By the time of 'the' incident, Rowan was 33 years old and they'd had a regular child minder who took their kids to her house every Friday evening and they would pick them up mid morning on Saturday, so obviously their best free night was always the Friday and, in order to feed their fantasy, they would visit inns and public house within a ten mile radius of home, eating a light bar snack and assessing the other customers as possible candidates for their mind games.
Rowan was quiet stunning and, when she chose to be, especially sexy, for her long legs and curvy buttocks gave her a sensuous walk and her firm breasts and mid, shoulder-length, dark hair brought her many admiring glances for other around them.
She had a pleasant face and a ready laugh and, when she was in the mood, she radiated a warmth and most appealing personality and it wasn't hard to see why she drew so many admiring glances. In fact it had always been a source of amusement to them and they would scrumptiously count the sly looks she elicited and guess the thoughts of those lustful gazes as she visited the bar or the ladies rooms in the various hostelries.
Sometimes she and Craig would be joined by other guests and enjoy conversations which so often turned to talks of sex, relationships and sometimes eroticism, when tongues were loosened by drink and good company and, at the end of such sessions, they would hurry to their car and, once on the dark roads home, he would touch her thighs and she would remove her briefs and allow him to examine the wetness of her pussy brought on by the recent chat and obvious possibilities. Then he would either bring her off with his fingers or she would use a small vibrator to help her climax and later, in bed, they would bring the memories of the evening into their sex talk and make passionate love together in the empty house.
On a number of occasions Rowan would actively encourage people they met to flirt with her and, even though he'd long ago agreed that she could go outside with who ever took her fancy, she invariably stepped back from the edge saying that it wasn't right, or there was something she didn't like or that she was too afraid.
Craig waited patiently, knowing that it was a big step for her to go off with a complete stranger, not knowing what they would want or how they would treat her, but he had to admit that his desire so often ruled his own good sense, but he'd always agreed that she had to have the final decision as she was the one taking the biggest risks.
On the night in question, they'd travelled to a small village about 10 miles north and visited an old inn called 'The Groom and Feathers'. They'd been there some while ago and it was a building of small rooms, open fires, oak beams and brasses.
They took a table in the corner of a small room and, after a drink or two, were joined by a man about there age, who settled just across from them at an oak table near the fire and relaxed and read his newspaper.
Before long there was a commotion in the larger bar area and a lot of shouting and all three looked up wondering what was going on, and then the man smiled at them and said,
"Someone can't hold their drink, I suppose."
They grinned back at his friendly face and asked him if he were local.
"No, not at all. I'm on my way to take over a truck load and drive it on to Milan. Another driver is bringing it down from the north and it's the end of his shift and I'm meeting him not far from here, on a small lay-by on the A45, at about 10.00pm."
"Do you have to set off for Italy, tonight?" asked Rowan.
"No, not tonight. I'll sleep in the cab and get off tomorrow. Three days or so and I'll be in Milan."
"A lonely life, I expect," Craig said. "Would you like a drink. I'm going for another?"
"Thanks, that's very kind of you."
When he returned with three drinks he joined them at their table and Rowan was soon asking him about his job and the journeys he made
"How do you sleep? Do you stay in hotels on the way down?" she asked.
"Good Lord, no. I sleep in the cab, there's a sleeping space behind the seats and we drivers sleep there when our driving time's up."
"I'll bet it's cosy," said Rowan.
"It's roomy enough but I don't know about being cosy. It's a bit lonely, and truck stops areas aren't the best or the quietest places to be resting in."
Craig could see that she was warming to this man and felt there was something about him she liked, for he had quite a stocky build with dark curly hair and eyes that twinkled and seemed to have seen much of life, and he had a quiet, no nonsense air about him, as though he knew what he wanted and how to get it.
His name was Bill and he told them that he'd been married, but they'd parted because of his long absences from home,
"It's a bit like being in the Navy, I suppose. She wanted me at home with her and, as there were no kids, she got lonely and found someone who could be with her all the time. Any way it's all water under the bridge."
"Isn't it true then that you can often find someone to pick up on the roads and relieve your loneliness?" she asked, surprising both herself and Bill.
He laughed aloud and said,
"Now that would be telling, but a lucky break like that happens very rarely, I'm afraid and very few women hitch hike these days. The old fellows tell of such meetings a long time ago, but people are not so trusting these days and not so many folk are so poor that they need to beg for lifts."
The three chatted and drank together until he said it was time to be off and that he needed to ring for a taxi to take him to the lay-by and get the keys.
"Couldn't we drop Bill off?" Rowan asked eagerly and, when Craig looked, her eyes were pleading for him to say yes.
"Yes, of course. No problem, in fact it's not much out of our way."
"That's real kind of you. Can you hang on and let me visit the men's room first?" asked Bill and, when he was gone, Rowan turned to me and said,
"I think you might get your wish, my love. He's perfect and there's no strings attached to cause us any problems. He doesn't know us or anyone round these parts and he's got a night free to do as he wishes and a little room in his truck. What do you think?"
"I'm not sure," Craig said, surprised by her enthusiasm and a new feeling that was gradually creeping up on him. Did he want their fantasy played out like this? But when he looked at Rowan and saw the raw excitement in her face, he knew that he'd really no choice and nodded.
"If you're sure you mean it. Remember once you agree there's no turning back or crying foul. Once you get in the cab with him you'll have to cope and go along with what he expects."
"I know, but I'm sure it'll be okay. He seems such a steady sort of man. Anyway, off you go to the men's room and when he comes back I'll start the ball rolling and make it clear to him that I'm available if he wants me. Take your time though and give me chance to interest him, won't you!"
When she saw Bill returning she whispered that she'd tell him something about a stomach problem I had, but there wasn't time to explain so Craig left her to it and murmured,
"I'll give you a few minutes to set things up, so it's up to you now."
Craig was absent about 15 minutes in all, and felt that any longer would seem suspicious, so he washed and returned, thinking up an excuse for the delay, but he needn't have bothered for they were talking with their heads close together and he could plainly see that his hand was beneath the table and noticed as they both pulled apart immediately they heard him and looked very guilty.
"Ready then?" Craig asked.
Once he'd got Rowan to sit in the back, he asked Bill to show him on the map where he wanted dropping off and after they'd chatted for a while he got into the front passenger seat so Bill could give him directions, and said he was sorry about his stomach problems and then Rowan cut in quickly,
"He asked why you were so long, dear and I told him about your troubles and how it affects everything you do."
"Oh yes. It's a nuisance," Craig muttered, wondering what exactly she'd said to him.
"Does it really ruin you sex life as much as Rowan says?" he asked.
"Er, well, it's a bit embarrassing but .... to be honest, yes it does I suppose," he admitted, thinking fast, and suddenly remembering one of Rowan's stories where he was supposed to be impotent and she'd asked a stranger to help them out. "In fact, poor Rowan has had to put up with it for some time but, for better or for worse, I think she said when we married!"
Bill laughed and Craig saw a sudden light in his eyes.
"Poor darling," said Rowan. "I've told you, I don't mind, honestly."
"But it is a problem," Craig said, picking up his new role, "and it's not fair on the wife."
"Turn left here," said Bill and I noticed him glancing back at Rowan and heard a stifled giggle from my wife.
"What's so funny?" Craig asked.
"Nothing," said Bill, "it's just something Rowan said back there."
"Why, what have you been saying?" he asked her.
"I asked him if he'd fancy the full time job of being my pacifier and being in charge of cooling my frustrations. It's got to be better than the lonely life as a truck driving," said Rowan giggling.
"And....?" Craig left the question there and hanging in the air as he held my breath.
