Tucson To Tucumcari Ch 01

I'm a truck driver named Mike, and this is a story from the early years of my marriage to Nicole, the one and only love of my life.

We married young in 1967. I was 22 and she was 19. We were both very sexual and as we progressed in our sex life we started sharing our sexual histories and fantasies. Before long I had told her that my favorite experiences from single life involved me and a friend picking up a woman, usually in a bar, and double teaming her. I was surprised and delighted when Nicole told me that she been double teamed once when she got really drunk at a party and loved everything about it.

I'm sure these revelations had both of us thinking about future possibilities, but we were also influenced by societal norms regarding what marriages were supposed to be like. Whatever hopes or dreams we had about future sexual exploration, neither of us verbalized our thoughts on the matter. In essence, we were pretending to love monogamy.

I never thought of threesomes as something I would want a wife to do. In the past it had always been a random hook-up, a slut, and in those days guys had some very strict ideas about what kind of girl could be used as a slut and what kind you married. Nicole's confession of her past exploit started a shift in my thinking.

Every time we had sex I found myself fantasizing about doing a threesome with her, but also about her being with another man with or without me being present. The shift in my thinking continued.

I started to see the rampant hypocrisy in my former attitude. If it was okay for a woman to indulge in such sex acts, why wasn't it okay for my woman? And why wasn't I calling myself a slut in my random hook-up days. I was certainly of a mind that I wanted my wife's sex life to be as exciting and fulfilling as it could be. And I knew that if that were the case, my sex life would be as well. These thoughts were accompanied by fears that moving in that direction could threaten our marriage.

My adolescent misogynistic programming was intimidating. Decent wives don't do kinky things involving other men, and if they do they become untrustworthy. I had a jealousy hurdle to overcome if I ever wanted to actually explore my fantasies and it caused me to look closely at the nature of jealousy. Was it really just a control issue?

I started thinking in more detail about the possibilities, about what exactly the rules would be. I really didn't have a desire to be with other women, so what I was considering would be a one sided open relationship. How much control would I want? Would Nicole agree to uphold any limits I put on things? If she got into it, would she even be able to respect my limits or would her libido take over? I was trying to figure out exactly what it would mean for her to be untrustworthy, if that's really what would happen? What if I didn't put limits on the situation? Would it bother me if she descended into full on slut mode? That was a hot fantasy but...

As my programming eased, my fantasies grew more and more raunchy. I fantasized about Nicole becoming a total slut with many lovers. I fantasized about licking her pussy after she had been fucked full of cum. I had done this in the past, but never in front of the guy (my friend) who I had done threesomes with. Would it be hot to clean Nicole in front of a guy that had just filled her pussy with hot creamy cum? I slowly started to realize that I didn't want my yearnings to remain fantasies. In retrospect, I view it as my kinky desires kicking the shit out of my jealousy.

Then, one night when we were having sex, our usual Saturday night alcohol infused sex binge, she laid it on me, "If you ever wanted me to do slutty things I would do that for you."

"Slutty things?" I questioned, as if I had no idea.

"You know, like we fantasize about me letting other guys fuck me."

My inner jealous dweeb rose to the surface as I mounted a defense of cautious crap. "I'm afraid it might have a negative effect on our relationship." I even backed off on the verbal fantasy talk during sex, which definitely had a negative effect on both of our enjoyment. By that time we'd been married for two years and you'd think I'd have come around given that I enjoyed the fantasy and had experienced how hot it was for a woman in my past.

During those two years we scrimped and saved for a down payment on my own rig. Over the last six months of that time I explored and received encouragement from various firms willing to hire my services when I got my rig, but there was a catch. Even with a healthy down payment I could only make enough money to pay off the loan if I did long haul, being gone for a minimum of three days at a time. I didn't like the idea, but Nicole said she was down for whatever needed to happen.

I bought a rig and another six months went by. I was getting enough work to make a three day run and take a day off before going on another run. A plan started to develop that involved being less and less attentive to Nicole's sexual needs. I could feel her frustration but pretended I didn't notice or wasn't concerned when she complained about not getting enough sex.

She finally came right out and said that she wasn't getting enough sex and something had to change. I responded with, "You know Nicole, with all this work I know I haven't been there for you like I used to be. Your happiness means everything to me. I've been thinking that it wouldn't be so terrible if you found a guy to fuck while I'm on the road, as long as I knew about it."

She went into her good wife routine, saying what she thought I wanted hear. "You're all I need. We're both making sacrifices to get ahead. Maybe once the truck gets paid off you can slow down, you know, get a couple days off at a time."

"That could be a ways off. I know I'm leaving you frustrated and really, what would it hurt if you fucked another guy or even had a regular hook-up. As long as you made clear to the guy it was just sex and that there's no way you would leave me."

"You say that, but I'm just afraid you'd feel different if I actually did it."

"I'm not telling you to do it; I'm just saying that if you did, even if it triggered my jealousy, I wouldn't get mad at you for it. Just think about it and if an opportunity comes up, or even if you wanted to create an opportunity, you have my total permission to get what you need. No rules or restrictions other than that I would want the juicy details, right down to the sexy talk with the guy. I know that hearing about it would be so hot it would put a damper on my jealousy."

"We'll see," She said.

Although I had already screwed her that night I was rock hard from the discussion and we had sex again. It was hotter than it had been in awhile.

I returned to the road the next day and found myself crossing the country with a hard on. I couldn't stop thinking about Nicole being a good slut for another guy. I realized the extent to which I was hoping it would happen. My fantasies were multisensory; I wanted to know how Nicole would smell and taste and feel after being with another man. I wanted to what it would sound like, my cock sloshing in and out of my wife's stretched and recently filled cunt.

I thought it would take a few more months of my planned neglect and continued encouragement to seek cock outside of our relationship. I started feigning tiredness and when we did fuck I would allow myself to cum fast and then roll over and go to sleep, saying I need to rest up for the next drive. After a few more weeks, as I lay dozing off after once again failing to lick her off like I used to do, she threatened to take me up on my offer to let her fuck around. As I dozed off I said something like, "If that's what you need sweetie."

My driving routine was consistent and Nicole knew it well. After a three day run I would drop off the trailers and arrive home about 8pm. I sensed that Nicole's frustration was increasing and knew she would need to take action soon. Then my dark desires were finally fulfilled.

I had left home on a Monday morning and when I returned on Wednesday evening the house was dark and quiet. I found a note on the kitchen table. I thought it would take longer for Nicole to act on my permission. Had I underestimated how frustrated she was? Did she have a slutty past that she had been downplaying? Had a dormant inner slut come calling?

The note read: "Hi honey. It seems you really want me to explore my slutty side and you said to go ahead and do it. You haven't been very attentive lately and I couldn't stop thinking about you giving me permission. When you left Monday morning I decided it was time. I went bar shopping that afternoon wearing a short dress and in no time a cute guy was hitting on me. He asked about the ring and I told him my husband was very understanding and wants my every need to be met. I made it very clear that I would never leave you, and he made it clear that he would never leave his loving and understanding yet somewhat frigid wife. He said that she loves when a woman on the side can relieve her of wifely duties until her therapist can help her sort out her aversion to sex. The guy, Tom, fucked me in our bed Monday and Tuesday night. We did it on your side of the bed and I haven't changed the sheets so please go look at the stains I left you as proof of my intolerable frustration. I'm at a motel with him tonight. I'll be home around ten. From our fantasy talk I think you'll appreciate that I will not be showering before coming home."

"P.S. The guy is huge and does me at least three times when we meet. We started this afternoon, so maybe more this time. It seems I really turn him on. Expect a mess down there when I get home. I love you so much for letting me do this."

My cock was hard as a rock before finishing the letter. Jealousy was there too, but it paled in comparison to my lust. I took a peek at the sheets to confirm her story and found it titillating that she chose to lay on my side to do her extramarital fucking. I took a shower and waited for her in my robe and slippers as I sipped beers and looked at porn, which in those days consisted of looking at hard core magazines I had purchased from adult book stores. I barely resisted the urge to jack off. Her note had me so horny I'm surprised I didn't cum without touching myself.

I should describe Nicole so you'll see why this guy was doing her several times when they met. Nicole is 5'6" and very leggy. Her thighs are absolute perfection and at the top of them is a perfect ass that protrudes back and too the sides in perfect proportion. If you're into ass licking, which I am, it's the kind of ass your tongue would have to explore. Her breasts were medium and firm as she had never had children. Her face was Katie Holmes adorable and her wavy dark brown hair was a few inches past her shoulders. Due to my 6 inch long and fairly slender cock, her pussy remained tight.

When she wore a short dress every man's eyes were on her. I had no doubt that she would be quickly successful if she went cock hunting, and I was right. If the note was accurate, on her first outing she snagged a lover who was coming back for more. Nicole has the kind of openly verbal lust for sex that sets her apart from many women, and if the guy was huge like the note said, I knew that her lust would have been multiplied and her dirty talk amplified.