I don't know about you, but there are a couple story types that I often read about but believe they could never happen to me.
Like meeting a girl in a bar and taking her outside to my car and banging her in the back seat soon after meeting her. A great fantasy, but in reality, not very possible.
I've often wondered about those stories of the poker parties where the guy bets his wife and then loses the can't miss hand. He then has to watch her perform, happily in these stories, in a wide array of sexual acts with all his friends. I don't know about you, but if that happened to me the first thing my wife would do is kick my ass then kick my buddies asses too for suggesting it.
Or the girl using her charms to get out of a ticket. On this variety of stories there is some realism, because I was friends with a girl named Kristine who admits she had gotten out of tickets by crying, lifting her mauve pleated skirt "accidentally" or allowing the gendarme to feel her 36D boobs. I have no reason to disbelieve her, so I guess those stories could be true.
But for the most part I know the stories we read on Literotica are eight parts fantasy and two parts reality. At least most of them. Every once in a while there is a true serendipitous liaison that is undoubtedly true. I have to admit that all of my stories have at least some bit of reality. Some a lot, maybe even more than fifty percent, of truth to the story.
Which brings me to my last two weekends. I had to write about them, because for me it was reality, so very hot, and I think something that happens more than I originally thought.
My wife Carrie is normally a reserved person, who takes care of the kids and works a part-time job as we make ends meet. She's bright and articulate, always fun at family get-togethers and parties with friends.
Carrie has always had a cute ass, one that is delightful to hold whenever I get the chance. I'd often slip my hand down her jeans when we were walking in a store, and many times I'd gotten little smiles from other guys who saw me playing with my wife's behind. She also had luscious lips, normally with bright red lipstick, which helped highlight her rounded face.
The reason I bring up those lips is she used them in the bedroom to bedazzle and excite me to no end. Yes, I had a winner in Carrie.
Every Saturday night we make love, and sometimes we do the deed spontaneously during the week when the kids are in bed. I can't complain about our love life, because Carrie is very amorous and imaginative. Years ago, for my birthday, she asked me to put together a wish list of "sexy things" I wanted to do, and over the next year she made those wishes come true.
I watched her masterbate with vibrator one Saturday afternoon. We went to a party on another day ---- she wore a skirt with no panties. Knowing that fact, she showed me during the party, was a fantastic turn on. And one Friday night we went to a movie then she directed me to a local "make out" spot where we used to go before getting married. I got a sensuous blow job in the front seat of our car that night, finishing right before a local policeman caught us in the act.
It's a good thing he didn't check me for red lipstick, because when I got home I realized my boxers and cock had more lipstick on them than my wife had on her lips.
Yes, Carrie can be quite imaginative.
We were at a party at Greg's house, a little get together where the guys start talking about football in the living room while the girls get together and talk about girl things in another room. Just a normal little party.
That night, on the way home, Carrie mentioned there was an interesting conversation among the ladies, centering on truck drivers and what they see in the vehicles they pass.
Apparently Ashley, Greg's wife, was talking about her cousin Michael, a long-distance truck driver. Michael apparently told Greg that, yes, he's many times had girls bare their breasts for him along the Interstate.
"She said he even saw a girl giving her guy a blow job in the car!" explained Carrie. "We couldn't believe it. Ashley said he was serious, that he actually claimed to have witnessed the couple in the car driving down the road! She was kneeling on the front seat and her head was bobbing up and down! What a slut."
I said it was probably made up, but Carrie insisted that Ashley was convinced it happened.
I'd only heard of such things in men's magazines, never believing that such things happened. But I did remember seeing several 18-wheelers drive by with saying like "Honk for Tits" or 'Show us your boobie" hand-written in the dirt and grime on the back panels. Usually these sayings were on trucks that had license plates from somewhere far away in the South, but clearly not from around our home. I just surmised someone was being a wise guy or something.
In any event that Saturday night Carrie was in a playful mood, and we played out a little fantasy where she was in the passenger seat showing off her wares to a variety of truck drivers who were passing our car. It was quite hot, especially since I didn't really have to concentrate on driving while we were in our playful mood in the bedroom. Of course, it was a fantasy, because she wasn't doing anything but sitting there, but I knew she was wondering what it would be like.
Carrie was really into the fantasy, and I mentioned it to her early in the week when we were making out... "Yes, little lady, I watched you and your husband the other night on Route 80, great job."
Carrie laughed at my attempt at humor. "In your dreams, bucko!"
Still it got a good laugh and I wondered what it would be like to have my lovely wife give an exotic show to a trucker or two if the opportunity presented itself. It would sure make the long drives to her parent's home a lot quicker.
A couple times I suggested it as we drove the Blue Route, but she tossed away the idea like a used paper napkin. She suggested I was just a pervert. But I was really excited thinking about it.
When my birthday approached I gave a "list" to Carrie of a few things I'd like. First was a blow job in an unusual place, like a stairwell or under some bleachers or something. Second was for her to ware a short skirt and low cut blouse out shopping with me. I mentioned it could be far away from home, maybe on a trip to her parents or something, so nobody would know her. But the third and final request was the big one. To bare her breasts to some truckers on a long-distance ride.
Carrie intently read my list, smiling early on then gasping when she got to the second and third requests. She shook her head, smiled, and called me a pervert. After years of marriage, she had me pegged.
But she didn't say much more, tucking the note into her purse where I assumed it was going to be tossed away at some point. Carrie didn't mention the note again, and I surely didn't, even when my birthday presents consisted of two shirts, a packet of socks and a new fountain pen.
That night we made passionate love as I fantasized that she was fucking me in the back seat of our car as opposed to the basement television room couch.
Things did get a little different on our long drives. Her conversation changed as she'd say things she never had before.
Whenever we'd be driving along the highway Carrie would look at the cabins of the trucks we'd pass and make comments. She's say "he's old" or "he's cute" or "he's gross" as we'd pass by. Sometimes she's mentioned the truck driver was actually a lady.
"There are actually a lot of husband and wife truckers," said Carrie one day as we drover to her parents house. We had stopped at a rest stop along the way and apparently she engaged in conversation with a woman in the ladies room. The woman said she shared the driving with her husband, a couple of long-distance drivers who happened to be married.
"Did you ask her if she ever saw anything unusual in the cars going by?"
Carrie blushed. "Yes, I did. She said she'd been in the truck several times when girls would pull along side and flash their boobs to her husband in return for a few toots on the air horn. I must have looked amazed, because she volunteered that, yes, girls often showed their boobs to truckers. She asked if I ever did it, and of course I said no."
Carrie relayed that the woman was at first jealous that her husband was enjoying the peep show, but then realized he was just a guy who liked looking and that after seeing a few girls show their tits he'd often pull into a rest stop and get a quickie. So she knew it was really just a little innocent, exciting foreplay for him!
I couldn't believe the conversation, but I knew it was turning Carrie on. When we got to her parents we exchanged our normal pleasantries before Carrie said she was going to take a quick nap. I started down with her dad to the basement to watch some football, but quickly detoured upstairs to see if she was okay. She was happy to see me.
