Looking at the clock, I realized that in the last half hour more men (two) had seen my wife's pussy and ass that had since we'd been married.
Only one of her doctors was a man, so only one guy besides me had seen her most intimate parts. And nobody had seen her go down on a cock like she had on our trip on the interstate. Time rolled on as we kept things quiet between us, soaking in that had happened.
The long erotic ride on the Interstate discussed in Chapter I was an unbelievable, almost fantasy come true occurrence.
As we moved ahead of our truck driver voyeurs, keeping steady about 5 miles-per-hour over the speed limit, Carrie snuggled close to me. "That was so intense, so very hot."
It's funny how, as we left the truckers in the distance, we spoke of our little morning escapade. Sort of like those talking heads on television after the big game. Heck, it was a little bit of our own version of the big game.
"Do you think they saw, uh, everything?" asked my wife. "I mean, they were driving and all.'
"Oh yes, honey, they had a marvelous view. The first guy was having trouble keeping his rig on the road. A couple times he hit the warning strips on the right as he veered a little to the side."
A worried look crossed her face. "That was very dangerous, we could have been in an accident."
Nodding my head, I assured her it was indeed dangerous.
"Honey, I was in complete control, well, maybe mostly complete control," was my reply. "It was hard, but I was watching ahead, the side, and behind."
Carrie smiled. "It was hard, alright, it was very hard."
"You are incorrigible."
The banter went on for the next 15 minutes. We spoke mostly about how hot it was someone watched us, but also about the intense feelings that each of us had. Carrie admitted she hadn't cum, but from the hosing I gave her mouth she knew I had.
We drove along, listening to tunes on the satellite radio.
Then, to cap a morning of surprises, Carrie surprised me once more.
"There's a rest area, pull off," my wife directed more than asked. .
Figuring she had to answer Nature's call, I carefully exited the Interstate and drove in to the massive lot. A bevy of automobiles were toward the front of the rest area, while trucks, recreational and other large vehicles were pointed toward the rear. I aimed for an open slot near the bathrooms so we wouldn't have much walking to do.