I started to remember Paul fucking my arse, Paul fucking my pussy, Paul finger fucking me with my husband sitting right next to me holding my legs apart. That last image was the most erotic, and soon I was imagining my husband sitting watching Paul fuck me in his hotel room. I rubbed harder and faster and in seconds I was climaxing, and as I was bucking in my seat the traffic slowed to a stop, and I realised a truck driver was stopped facing in the other direction, and that he had a perfect view of my hand scrabbling between my legs.
“Having fun love?” he called from his open window.
“Yes I am!” I called back “Are you?”
“Not as much as you!”
And then the traffic started to move. I was so turned on by my encounter with the trucker, that I rammed my fingers straight back between my legs, and in fact I came twice more on the journey home. I had to stop once the traffic started going faster, but my play time certainly made the journey less tedious.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, so, well into my second glass of Pinot, I picked up the phone and rang Paul’s mobile. He doesn’t like me ringing him when he’s at home with his wife, but I wasn’t going to risk wasting an evening.
“Can you talk?”
“Yes, for a few minutes, what is it?”
“Hubby is away tomorrow night, are you free?”
“I thought I might not hear from you again, after I gave you that little surprise.”
“You mean buggering me without my permission?”
“Yes, that.”
“Well you are hearing from me.”
“That’s good, but I’m afraid there’s a problem with tomorrow”
“Oh damn, aren’t you at the hotel?”
“I am at the hotel, but I’m having dinner down the road with a colleague.”
“Oh, that’s a shame, I’m so horny.”
“That seems like a waste, why don’t you join us, I’m sure Peter won’t mind.”
“Ok, if you’re sure he won’t mind”
“I’m sure he won’t, but just in case, wear a dress and no knickers. We can let him know when we are having a drink before dinner.”
“But that will make him think that you’re both going to fuck me.”
“Yes, it will, won’t it. Meet us at 7:30 in the hotel lobby”
“Gosh…ok…7:30 and no knickers.”
“Got to go…see you tomorrow.”
Monday morning I went off to work wondering what on earth I was thinking the night before when I let Paul talk me into having a threesome with him and a colleague I’d never even met. Paul on his own was a bit of a handful, but with two of them I would be completely out of control. By late afternoon, I still had butterflies in my stomach, but I was starting to get really excited. I slipped away a bit early, so I could have plenty of time for pampering, and really went to town with the preparation. I chose a fairly tight dress, with a supported bust, so I wouldn’t need a bra. Obviously I wasn’t allowed knickers, but at least the pencil shaped dress couldn’t blow up in the wind.
I spent so long making myself look gorgeous that I was nearly late and realised I hadn’t phoned hubby. In the end he rang me as I was driving to the hotel, and I told him a bit of a fib, saying that I was having dinner with some of the girls from work. Since he wasn’t yet locked up in a cage, I didn’t want to get him all upset at me going out with no knickers on to have sex with two hunky guys.