Hotwife Works the Truck Stop
Hotwife Melody finds a HUGE surprise in the pants of her first trucker client

I climb out of our SUV and straighten my spine as I walk across the large parking lot, trying to project confidence. It’s late now and the activity in the truck lot has died down. Semis are parked in neat rows, many with their running lights on, others dark for the night. The lot was teeming with activity when we arrived a couple of hours earlier. I’m glad we didn’t arrange my meet when the lot was crowded. This is hard enough with few people about.
I feel eyes on me as I cross to the semi that flashed its lights at us. I’m sure truckers are watching from their dark cabs and they have me pegged for a lot lizard. My outfit is not subtle, but that’s what my husband wanted. Deep down, it’s what I wanted too. If I’m going to be a whore tonight, I want to be dressed like one. A big, slouchy purse is slung over my shoulder. It holds condoms, my phone, a small knife, a taser, and my cellphone, which is already dialed in to my husband. Safety first.
My white cotton crop top is thin enough to see the dark of my nipples through the fabric in the orange light from the fixtures high overhead. I feel my pert, braless tits bounce as I walk. They aren’t huge, but they look great in the crop top. The little fringed denim skirt barely covers my ass. My wedge sandals lace up my calves and make my legs look fantastic. I’m a slender brunette in my late 30s, and I hope my trick likes my tight body. The other moms at the little league snack stand would shriek and lock up their husbands if they saw me like this. Wonder what their husbands would do?
The date was arranged over a CB. I broadcast on Channel 13 for truckers looking for commercial comfort. A lot of guys screwed with me, and several were too creepy over the air for me to ever consider getting into a cab with them — even with my husband close by. We finally found a guy who seemed okay. He called my burner phone from a blocked number and the arrangements were made.
I only stand beside the black semi-cab for a moment before the door pops open. It’s a big, black hulk towering over me, and I pull myself up to climb into it, giving the driver a great view down my crop top. He’s in the driver’s seat facing me. I slam the door behind me.
“I’m Tex.”
“I’m Melody.” Not my real name.
“You’re even prettier than I hoped. I don’t see many lot lizards that look like you.”
“Thanks. I want to look good. Presentation matters. Have you seen many lot lizards?”
“Not up close like this. Damn, you’re sexy Melody.”
“Thanks, Tex.”
Tex is just about what I expected. He’s at least 10 years older than me and heavy-set, with thinning gray hair. The only light in the cab comes through the windows, but I can see he’d been handsome when he had fewer miles on him. Tex isn’t a guy I’d ever let pick me up in a bar, but he’s the perfect guy for this encounter.
“Do you want to move into the back?”
“Sure.” I smile and touch his arm.
Tex sweeps aside a curtain to reveal a well-made narrow bunk with storage cubbies on either side of it and above. One holds a microwave, and the other side has a built-in mini fridge. Tex sits in the middle facing me, and I move into the gap between the seats. My bag goes on the passenger seat, close enough that I can grab it if I need to. I have just enough headroom to stand. He turns on lamps to get a better look at me.
“Don’t be nervous, darlin’. I ain’t gonna hurt you. I’m just looking for some company.”
I guess projecting confidence isn’t working. I feel like he can see my heart pounding in my chest like I’m a cartoon character. My husband had discussed this working girl fantasy many times, but this was the first time we’d gone this far. I dressed up in a tight little black dress and staked out a hotel bar once, but I chickened out. I was afraid hotel security was going to bust me. My husband suggested we try this instead. I think he liked it because it was sleazier.
“Company’s nice. The road must get lonely.”
“I’m not feeling alone right now.” Tex pulls a pint bottle of whisky from one of the cubbies, takes a swig, and offers it to me. “For your nerves?”
“Does it show? I haven’t done this much.” The confession just slips out. At least, I don’t tell him I’ve never done it. I take the flat bottle and knock back an even bigger hit than he did. “Maybe I’m not nervous. Maybe I’m just shy.”
“That’s fine with me, Melody. I like shy. I like your outfit.”
I run my hands down my body self-consciously. His hungry look makes my pussy wet. All of this may have been my husband’s idea — his dare — but the fantasy of selling my body always made me come hard when we role-played it.
“Your tits look perfect. Come closer, Melody.”
Tex touches me when I’m within reach. His hand runs down my side before sliding back up and over my breasts. I shiver when he outlines my nipples through my thin top, and they tighten for him. It’s weird, but I feel like they’re even more obvious outlined through my top than they would be if I was topless. He smiles when he sees my reaction to his touch.
I doubt the other lot lizards he’s had have been into it. I tell myself I must stay strong and keep it professional. This is just supposed to be a blow job. Do the other girls let truckers touch them? Does that cost extra? Tex keeps teasing my nipples and I bite my lip, but I can’t control my reaction to his touch. I know my pale skin is flushing with excitement. I let him pull the crop top straps from my shoulders and peel it down past my breasts.
“Those are perfect tits, Melody. You’re too hot to be working a place like this.” His big, warm hands cover my breasts and I fight the urge to push into his grasp. I need to be cool and act like it’s a transaction, but I need to flirt too because that’s what these girls do.
“You have nice warm hands, Tex. I like the way you’re touching me.”
Tex chuckles. “That’s usually bullshit, but I can tell it’s real with you, darlin’.”
He sees right through me and proves it by rolling my nipples. I manage to whimper instead of moaning, but I can’t stop my knees from going weak, which pushes my breasts into his hands. He squeezes them harder, which makes my core tighten. His hands feel too good, and I need to stop him. I place my hands over his and weakly try to pull them away. Tex resists.
“I don’t remember touching me being part of the deal.” My voice is shaky with desire.
“I’m willing to pay extra. I don’t get to play with such a nice set of titties every day.”
Tex keeps touching me. My effort to stop him grows weaker.
“But I want to see what you have.”
I nudge my knee into his crotch and feel a huge lump there. Tex is a big man, so it’s not surprising he’s big in his jeans too. That lump twitches and grows when I rub it with my knee. Butterflies launch in my tummy. I’m excited to see what he’s packing. I’m not good at the professional detachment thing — not when it comes to dick.
“We have plenty of time, Melody.”
“I don’t want to rush you, but I can’t be in here all night, Tex. I have money to earn.”
I find the willpower to step back. I stumble into the driver’s seat, but it gets his hands off me and I get a moment to breathe. Tex looks disappointed, but he pushes his belly out of the way and undoes his jeans. He pulls up his t-shirt and leans back with legs spread to show me what I’m working with.
Tex is big. Like, really big. Does it make me a shameless whore that seeing that thing makes him more attractive to me? I’ve always been happy with what my husband has, but he’s not packing like Tex. I’m excited to get my hands on it, and disappointed I’m not going to feel it inside me. I mean, I could, but that’s not the plan.
“Don’t be shy. You said you wanted to see it. Come get a closer look.”
I kneel on the strip of carpet in front of his bunk and stare at it like I’m afraid to touch him. I’m not usually shy, but it’s usually my husband’s dick I’m touching. Tex puts my hand on it and my fingers instinctively tighten around the warm flesh. He’s still not fully hard — should I be insulted — but he grows when I squeeze and tug it. Tex grunts when I add my other hand, gripping his base and pulling the rest. He’s not groomed down there and as he grows, I realize his curly pubic nest obscured his size. His thing is even bigger than I thought.
“Mmm, you have nice smooth hands, darlin’. You like playing with that thing, don’t you?”
The other girls he pays must look bored but handling him stokes my fires. My juices run down my thighs when I squeeze them together. I’m going to need a better poker face if I do this again. It’s not good if the trucker sees how into it I am.
“It’s nice. I like it. You’re big, Tex.”
“Have you had one this big before?”
Tex is much thicker than my husband. I don’t know how I’m going to get my mouth around it. I’m excited to try. His excitement drips from the tip and I use it to make stroking him easier. It curves upward when I have him fully hard. I’m indifferent about the man it’s attached to, but I love this thing.
“Nice girls don’t compare.”
“I hope you’re not too nice, Melody.”
“Is this nice?”
I stop wasting time and stuff it into my mouth. He tastes a little gamey, but it’s masculine and I don’t hate it. My husband usually hasn’t showered when I give him road head. I can’t get much in, so I lick my lips and try again. I push down and my mouth is full, but my lips are stretched to the limit. My tongue swirls all over that thing and my cheeks hollow when I suck it. Tex grunts and nudges his hips forward, but I stay in control. I don’t need encouragement. My mouth is full of his meat and I’m devouring it.
“C’mon, darlin’, show me how much you can really take,” he moans.
Hearing the pleasure I’m giving him excites me, and I stuff even more into my mouth. He’s just at the back of my throat when my nose buries in his pubes. I need to concentrate to alternate sucking and breathing. Tex still humps his hips at my mouth, but I’ve got it all. The strangest sounds come from my throat as I wrestle with that fat cock — weird grunts and strained swallowing, and gagging noises. I never make these noises with my husband’s dick.
“Uhnn…that’s it, darlin’…suck that thing…love that hungry mouth…”
My pussy throbs and I can’t resist slipping my hand up my skirt. The thong I chose is so tiny it’s easily pushed aside and my fingers stroke up and down my slit. I tremble and moan into my mouthful. Tex strokes my dark hair back from my face and tilts it up to make me look him in the eyes. The scorching desire I see there makes me weak. I’ve always struggled to resist a man who looks at me like that.
“This ain’t just a job, is it darlin’? I see you love sucking dick. That puss is soaked, ain’t it Melody?”
I moan a yes into his cock and nod as best I can. Tex holds my head and slowly takes control. He’s not aggressive about it, but he guides me sucking, making me go faster. Drool runs from my lips into his pubes. It’s hard to breathe and I’m dizzy. My fingers dance across my little button and the wave of pleasure is so intense I almost pass out.
Tex pulls me off his dick and I gasp for air. I’m a panting, drooling mess, my body sizzling with excitement. He presses a thumb to my lips and I suck that too. I’m shameless. This is not how a pro behaves, but I can’t help myself. Playing a truck stop lot lizard is more intoxicating than I dreamed possible.
“Come on up here, darlin’.”
Tex has muscle under that bulk and lifts me like I’m nothing. He twists to lay back on the bunk and pulls me on top of him. My scramble to get down is stopped short when he hikes my skirt and pushes those delightfully thick fingers inside me. I cry out and tense, screwing myself back onto them. I sound so wet when his fingers churn in and out of me. We’re so close I smell the whisky on his breath. I’m surprised he doesn’t try to kiss me, but everyone knows whores don’t kiss. I’m so horny I’d let him do it. This is dangerous, but I don’t want to move.
“You really need it, don’t you Melody?”
“Ahhh…Tex…”
“I’m gonna give you what you need. Don’t worry about that. I know how to treat girls like you, darlin’.”
“Tex…I…that…wasn’t…the deal…”
“I think the deal’s changed. You want it.”
His confidence alone makes me want to surrender to him. Those fingers have me stuffed fuller than my husband’s dick ever feels. Tex is right. I do want it. I need it. But that wasn’t the deal — not just with Tex, but with my husband. He wanted me to come out here and suck someone’s dick. We’ve role-played it every time I’ve gone down on him for the last month. I think we both want me to fuck someone else too, but I don’t know if either of us were ready for that. I feel ready now.
I groan my disappointment when his fingers leave me. I’m not empty long. His blunt head pushes at my slick lips. I don’t move until it’s splitting me open. I roll to the side and drop into the gap in front of the bed, banging my head on the storage space. It doesn’t hurt. I’m too keyed up.
“If you’re worried about getting paid for it…”
I turn away from Tex and try to calm my pounding heart. My husband is hearing all of this through the phone in my purse. What does he think? Is he urging me to do it, or is he horrified I haven’t fled the cab yet? I could pull up my top, grab my purse and run out of there. Tex isn’t quick enough to stop me if he wants to. Instead, I reach into the purse for a condom.
“I don’t usually do this, but I really like you, Tex.” I smile like I’m confident in this decision.
“You like this, darlin’,” he says, shaking his fat dick. He’s already gone a little soft again, but I’ll take care of that. “But I really like you too, Melody.”
The condom barely stretches around him. I didn’t think I might need Magnums. I was supposed to put it on him before I started sucking, but I didn’t even think about it. Tex plays with my tits while I tug him back to hardness, and I purr. His calloused fingers feel so good on my tender nipples. My husband’s hands are so smooth. The thong drops to the floor, and I hike up my skirt.
Tex helps me climb back on top of him. My knee wedges between the wall and his bulk. It’s difficult to get the right angle and I lay on his chest again and back onto it. OH. MY. GOD. He pushes in and I keep stretching and stretching. I’ve only been with about half a dozen guys besides my husband and none of them was this big. It aches when he pushes deep, and I gasp and try to relax. I’ve never been so drenched, but he still has to work to open me up.
“Take it easy, darlin’. Just breathe. Relax and you’re gonna love it.”
“Ahhh god…I…I don’t know…ahhh god…”
“You are fucking tight, Melody. I believe you don’t usually do this,” he grunts with the effort of pushing it inside me. “Most of the girls out there on the lot are looser than a four-lane tunnel.”
His hands nearly encircle my waist when he holds me. My body throbs with the pulse of his dick. It’s like we’re one being in that narrow bed. I don’t know how we’re going to do this, but then Tex moves me. He pulls me back and forth, moving slowly, but making sure to fill me every time. Just his head rests inside me and he pushes me back onto it and I bottom out. My cry is pleasure, not pain. It still hurts a little, but that little bit of hurt feels so good. Panting gives way to moaning as excitement races through me, pulsing out from my core.
“There ya go, darlin’. You’re likin’ it now.”
“Yea…yea…ahhh…”
“Let it open ya up, Melody. Let go.”
“Yea…ahhh…yea…ahhh…”
The slow, steady penetration is heaven. I’ve never been so stuffed. I’ve never been so full. I’ve never been so possessed by a cock. My world is centered on that thing splitting me open. Every tiny move, every jostle sparks pleasure through me. Tex touches places no man ever has. I never thought size mattered, but Tex’s thickness is next level.
I’m fucking him back. I don’t know how it starts, but my hips are moving. I want it harder. I want it faster. I need a hard fucking. I’m going to fuck Tex’s brains out and earn every penny. I love feeling like such a whore.
Tex pushes to help me sit up. I have maybe five inches of headroom, but I use it to ride that thick cock. I brace my hands on the padded ceiling above me to get leverage and pound my pussy down on him. Oh my god! I feel like he’s going to turn me inside out. I shriek over and over and it’s deafening in the small space, but I don’t care. I don’t care if the trucks around us can hear me. I’m going to come so hard. Tex palms my bouncing tits and I kick into overdrive when he pinches and rolls my nipples.
“Unahhh…unahhh…god…ahhh…unahhh…ohhh…fuck…fuck!”
I go stiff on him with one more sharp cry and the climax blazes through me. I come so hard I can’t breathe. Oh my god! I didn’t know how much I needed this. Tex digs his fingers into my waist and keeps me bouncing on him, which keeps the party in my pussy going on and on. He’s going to keep using me until he finishes too. It’s what he’s paying for.
Tex dumps me off his lap so fast I bump my head before landing on my butt at the other end of the bunk. He moves with surprising speed for such a big man in such a tight space. I’m pulled by the leg onto my back, and he stands hunched over beside the bed.
Tex hardly has the condom off when he starts blasting. Jets of cum blast over my breasts and tummy, and even across my cheek. He must have been saving it up because he comes like a firehose, coating my tits with cum. It’s so filthy and I rub my slit. I still feel the aftershocks of my last orgasm, so I don’t know if I’m coming again or just extending my orgasm. It doesn’t matter because it feels so good.
I’m figuring out how I’m going to clean up when Tex presses $200 in my hand in dirty, crumpled bills.
“You were worth every penny, darlin’. But make sure you remember to get the money upfront next time. Not all guys are as nice as me.”
I stagger back to my husband waiting in our SUV. I tried cleaning up with wet wipes from Tex, but there’s still a lot of cum on me. A trucker crossing the lot looks at me and shakes his head. Another smiles and winks.
My husband looks shell-shocked when I climb into the SUV. He stares like he doesn’t recognize me. He probably doesn’t. This is the first time in our 16 years of marriage that he’s seen me covered in another man’s cum. He just stares without speaking. His pants and down and his dick sticks straight up.
“Justin…”
“Oh my god, Sara.”
“I can explain.” Can I?
“Get in the back.”
I climb between the front seats and drop onto the second-row seats. Justin has more trouble getting through, but he follows. He’s right on top of me, hikes up my skirt, and shoves it in. I left my stretched-out thong on the floor of the cab. Justin pounds it into me.
“Fuck, Sara. You’re so wet and loose. Did he come inside you?”
“Ahh…he came all over my tits, baby…can’t you feel it?”
Justin pulls down my top and touches my sticky chest. I’ve never heard him make these animal sounds before. He fucks me hard, and I tighten my core, but it still feels different so soon after Tex. We don’t share the same friction.
“Oh god…oh god…fucking whore…”
Justin shudders and comes inside me. Tex lasted more than twice as long. My husband’s load feels tiny too. I don’t come, but that’s okay. Another orgasm after what Tex gave me might kill me.
“Was I a good whore?”
“I fucking love you, Sara. You’re fucking incredible.”
I’m shocked when he shoves his tongue into my mouth. He must taste Tex’s dick. I still taste it. Justin kisses me harder than he ever has before. I push on his chest because the awkward position begins to hurt.
“I guess you’re okay with what happened?” I ask.
“I was shocked, but if you wanted it, I’m good. I don’t ever want to hold you back, Melody.”
“I don’t know what happened. It was all just so hot, and I didn’t want to stop.”
“Did you have fun?”
I laugh. “You heard the whole thing. Couldn’t you tell?”
“Yeah, I might need to read some books and brush up on my skills. I’ve never heard those sounds from you before.”
“It was the situation, honey. I love when we make love.”
“You didn’t come just now.”
“Sorry. I’m a little sore.” I don’t add, and you were a little quick.
“Was he as big as you said, or were you making him feel good?”
A hopeful note in his voice suggests he hopes it is the latter. We don’t lie to each other, and I’m not going to start now — not even to spare him.
“He was pretty thick, but it wasn’t, like, ridiculous. You don’t have anything to worry about, honey.”
“I wish I could have been there to see him stretch you out.”
I laugh again. “Really? You want to watch me take a big dick?”
“You know it.”
“Next time I’ll tell him my pimp has to watch. Tex comes through here every other week, and he has my number. Oh, I almost forgot.”
I pull down my skirt to get into the tiny pocket where I stashed the money from Tex. I hand it over to my husband — my pimp. He counts the crumpled bills.
“$200? I think you’re a more valuable piece of ass than this, Melody, but it’ll do for now.”
“I’ll be sure to work this ass harder next time.”
“You’d better, or I’m getting the belt.”
“Mmm, promises promises.” Justin pulls me into his arms, and we laugh. “Take me home so I can get cleaned up.”
“I’m going to pamper you, Sara. You earned it tonight. Literally.”
