This story would make more sense if you read the chapters in order. It is a cuckold tale and should not be confused with my other BTB and romance style stories.
Tags: Exhibitionist. Voyeur. Public Sex. Cuckold. Roleplay. Bikers.
It was about eight o'clock on a Sunday morning. I'd been awake for a couple of hours but was too lazy to get out of bed. Claire was asleep beside me. I rolled towards her. Enough light had fought it's way around the edges of the block out blinds for me to see her face clearly. She looked so serene and peaceful. Innocent as well although I knew that wasn't quite true. She stirred, opening one eye. Her hand came up and she playfully pushed at my face.
"Don't look at me." She mumbled sleepily.
"I can't help it. Even first thing in the morning you're stunning."
Claire closed her eyes and smiled at the compliment.
"What are you still doing in here anyway?"
"Having a lazy Sunday." I replied rolling onto my back.
"About time. You've been neglecting me." Claire shuffled close then put her arm around my chest.
"Just been a lot of stuff to do."
"And you're supposed to do it during the week. Weekends are for us."
I kissed her forehead and we lay together just enjoying the closeness.
"So what are WE doing today." Claire said while she scratched her fingernails through the hair on my chest.
"As I said before, a lazy Sunday."
"I could think of a few things you could do."
"I'm sure you could." I rolled towards her and made a grab for her breasts.
"No, not that." Claire giggled as she slapped my hands away. "You've got a bit of maintenance to do... then maybe we could go for a drive?"
"Where to?" I asked trying to portray some innocence.
"We can discuss that later. I'm going to have a shower." Claire pushed the covers back and sat up on the edge of the bed. "You'd better be ready for work when I get back."
With that and a smile she was gone. I was left with my thoughts. We hadn't been on a 'drive' for three weeks. Not since the trucker in Moree. It had been our fourth drive. The two before had gone much like the first one just in a different town in a different roadhouse. Claire in her 'hole' gear teasing me and strangers. Each time we barely made it out of the town limits before I pulled over and we fucked like crazy people.
The last time it had started the same way. Claire was wearing the black leather skirt and black top with the mesh front. A thin strip of opaque material the only thing hiding her nipples. We'd gone north to Moree. Found a big roadhouse on the highway and pulled in to get fuel. Claire had my wallet in her hand waiting to go and pay.
"Do you want an ice cream again?"
I clearly remembered the cheeky smile. The nervousness of the first time was gone. I suppose I wanted to take her out of her comfort zone, to ratchet up the excitement when I'd replied.
"Let's go into the diner. Get a burger or something."
The look on her face. The shock, the nervousness returned, then the mischievous smile. Claire paid for the fuel while I parked. We'd walked into the diner section together. It was half full of truck drivers. As we'd walked through the tables to get to the counter the conversations went quiet as they looked up, nudged there companions and pointed. We ordered, I paid and when the cashier gave me my change I 'accidently' dropped a ten dollar note on the ground.
"Do you want to pick that up for me?" I'd asked.
Claire's eyes went wide, her mouth opened to say something but she didn't. Instead she stepped back and turned her body slightly so the room behind her got the best view as she bent at the waist right to the floor. She actually bounced a couple of times while in this position as she feigned having trouble getting the money. I swear I heard a collective intake of breath from an appreciative crowd. Claire's face was red when she was back upright again. I turned her around and we walked back through the staring eyes that were now focused on her exposed front.
That was when I saw him. The same old fat guy who'd offered Claire money for a blow job in Gunnedah five weeks earlier. He winked at me and gave me the thumbs up sign. As we went past the table he shared with two others he spoke to us in a low voice.
"Same offer applies folks. Cold hard cash."
When we got to the table Claire cheeks had still been flushed red and her nipples poked out. She was almost panting, and I swear I could smell her arousal. I'd run my hand up her bare leg and slipped a couple of fingers underneath her skirt. Her panties had been sodden.
"It felt like everyone of those guys undressed me with their eyes."
"They weren't undressing you, they were fucking you."
I'd suggested we forgo the food and adjourn to somewhere more private. Claire had insisted we stay. The truckers were using any excuse to turn around and look at her. We'd almost finished eating when the old guy we'd seen before approached our table.
"You'll know where I'll be," he said.
He'd walked out the back door that led to the parking area and toilets. I remember the smirk on Claire face then she'd burst out laughing. After we'd finished eating I suggested we hit the road. When we'd stood up Claire had said she needed to go to the toilet so I said meet her out the front. That's what I did, I was sitting out the front waiting for about five minutes before I went to investigate.
I went back through the diner. A number of heads turned to follow my progress as I'd gone through to the toilets. As I did I almost ran into the old truckie heading for the door to outside. He winked at me as he disappeared into the night. I waited at the entrance to the ladies toilet and I was almost going to go in when Claire appeared.
"I thought you were waiting in the ute?"
"I was for five minutes. What happened with the old trucker?"
I'd been angry, I wasn't sure what Claire's reaction would be. At first she had the same look as a kid who's been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Then some uncertainty had entered the equation. I'd thought she might cry. Instead she dropped her head for a moment then lifted it and pushed her hair away from her face. Gone was any misgivings. The creature that strutted towards where I'd stood was a self confident sexual being. She was silent until she pressing her body against mine.
"I sold him something." Claire had whispered in a sultry voice. "Would you like to guess what?"
She'd seized my hand and pulled it up under her skirt. There'd been no moist panties there. Only a very wet cunt. I'd easily pushed two fingers inside. I'd still been angry, I remembered that. Its just my cock was so hard it hurt.
"Jesus wept." I'd used the same line James had weeks before. Claire had chuckled.
"So do you like your naughty wife?"
"How much? How much did you sell them for?"
Claire had reached down and pulled a folded fifty dollar note out of the waist band of her skirt. When she unfolded it turned out to be three fifty dollar notes.
"He paid $150 for your panties?" As I spoke Claire had been busy pulling my cock free from my pants.
"No. Only $100. The other fifty was to watch me take them off."
"Is that all?"
"He didn't touch me, and I didn't touch him."
By now Claire had her skirt hitched up and was rubbing my cock up and down her dripping wet snatch.
"I need you to touch me now Nath. I need to get fucked right now."
So that's what we'd done it. In the dimly lit dirty corridor outside the toilets of the roadhouse in Moree I'd fucked my wife. And she got loud, she gasped and groaned and begged me to fuck her harder. By the time we finished there were three strangers watching, rubbing themselves through their pants. The old Claire had returned by then. We'd quickly covered ourselves and left...
"Hey, leave that thing alone and get out of bed lazy bones." Claire admonished me as she returned from the shower wrapped in a towel.
I looked down to find my hard dick making a tent in the sheets. That was my problem. I was uneasy about the mechanics of Claire selling her panties. Yet it still got me crazy horny. The details she'd shared with me were hazy apart from the no touching part. Still I did know she'd watched him jerk off with his prize while she sat exposed on the toilet. Any further exploration of my psyche was postponed as a pillow was launched in my direction.
The rest of the morning was spent replacing downlights in the bathroom and cleaning filters from just about every appliance in the house. After lunch I adjourned to the lounge for some TV time while Claire ironed. As usual I fell asleep and woke up over an hour later. Remembering I had a pump going to fill the main spray tank I left to go and turn it off. There had been no more mention of going for a drive so I was thinking I'd dodged that bullet.
I found a couple of other things in the shed that needed attending too so it was getting fairly late in the afternoon when I got back to the house. I parked the ute and walked around to the back entrance. Claire was sitting on a love seat catching the last rays of the sun. She was wearing the micro denim shorts and a new top. I guess you'd call it a boob tube. Just a tube of stretchy material that covered her breasts but it left her midriff and shoulders bare. Her attention was focused on her phone in her hand while her other hand fiddled with the material covering her crotch. I stopped and watched as she typed and appeared to send something. After a short time her phone chimed and she giggled while looking at it.
"What's so funny?" I asked announcing my presence.
"Oh nothing," Claire replied still half smiling as she put the phone down.
As she spoke Claire opened her legs wide. As she spread her them I was expecting to see a glimpse of some panties or thong. Instead I focused on some trimmed pubic hair and more than a hint of labia.
"You seem to have forgotten underwear."
