
      Jeff gently stroked his finger along her cheek and then under
her chin, saying, "A virgin face!" He paused and added, "And such a
pretty one, too," looking over at me. He began to pump his dick fast
as he held it over her face. Then, looking back down at her, he
asked, "Is it okay if we speak about you his wife that way?" "I
didn't hear anyone trying to stop you," she answered. "Good," he
said, "This pretty virgin face is about to take a double dump." Mack
stroked her hair and said, "But, of course, only if you want it."
She smiled, understanding his remark. Then, she grabbed a dick in
each hand and said, "I want these cocks to spurt their spooze all
over my face."

      She rubbed their dicks over her cheeks and kissed the
undersides of their shafts. Jeff said, "Why don't you prime 'em up a
little first with a couple sucks." "Okay," she answered cheerfully.
Jeff turned her head toward him and inserted his dick into her
mouth. As she sucked Jeff, Mack's dick rested on her neck. After a
few suck strokes, she switched to Mack's dick and gave it a few. As
she did so, Jeff leaned toward her, letting his sack rub against her
cheek. When Marcie let Mack's dick fall out of her mouth, Jeff said,
"Our scrotes too." In turn, each guy squatted over her face, as she
wrapped her mouth around his ballsack. "That's a good slut," coached
Jeff. 

      After that move, the guys started jacking their dicks. Marcie
reached up and rubbed their chests and asked, "What do you want me
to do now?" Jeff rubbed her head and said, "Just lie there and get
ready for a couple loads of cum on your face." "I'm not going
anywhere," she replied. Then, she tickled their balls a little as
she reached her hands under their crotches and began stroking their
buns. At the same time, she stuck her tongue out and flicked it back
and forth along the undersides of their dicks. The guys squeezed her
boobs as they continued to jack themselves. 

      A moment later, Mack said, "Blow time, baby. Hold those big
tits up for us so we don't waste any." She cupped her boobs and
pushed them up toward her chin, saying, "I can't believe I'm doing
this. Now this is really slutty." Jeff responded, "It's slutty only
if you're really enjoying it." She kissed his dick and said, "I
think I'm going to. I want to feel your hot cum on my face." "You
will, you dirty little cumslut," Jeff replied. I saw my wife smile
and then she leaned her head back, looked at me upside down, and
said, "See how they talk to your wife, honey." Mack rubbed his dick
across the her nose and face and said, "Are you a dirty little
cumslut, Marcie?" "Yep," she answered, "I'm a total slut for you
guys today." 

      She rested her head down on the mattress again and said, "I
thought it was blow time." "It is, and you're the star. Get ready,"
Jeff said, jacking his dick hard and fast. Marcie looked up at him
with one of her bright smiles and, with her hands on the guys'
butts, pulled their crotches toward her. She had an expression of
complete pleasure. Jeff yanked himself a few more times, then came.
As Mack stepped away to avoid being hit by any flying cum, Jeff shot
a jet of cum across Marcie's cheek. "Yes!" she groaned as soon as it
hit her. "There you go, cumslut," Jeff said, as he continued yanking
the cum out of his dick. Marcie opened her mouth and stuck her
tongue out, as he shot the next few spurts on her lips and chin. She
licked her lips, as he continued unloading on her. His sperm deposit
was a hefty one. Finally, when Jeff was finished, he rubbed the cum
around her mouth with his dick and then backed away. 

      Mack stepped up into position. He cradled the back of her head
and directed it toward his dick, saying, "Get your face over here."
Mack began stroking himself in a circular, tugging motion. "Want
some more, slutface?" he asked. "Yeah," she grunted, tickling his
balls, "do it." It didn't take him long: a few strokes later, he
launched. His cum splattered all over her face, with a few globs
landing on her tits. To my surprise, he released even more cum than
Jeff. Holding his dick firmly, he gave it a few quick shakes toward
her face, tossing his final spurts onto her lips. 

      Then, Jeff approached again and said, "Clean us up."
Complying, she gave his dick a long, slow suck, and then leaned over
to do the same to Mack's dick. She then lay there for a second,
looking up at them. I noticed a glob of cum dangling from her
eyelash. Jeff told her, "You made a big mess on that slutface of
yours." "Is there a lot?" Marcie asked. "Go see for yourself," he
told her. Marcie got up and walked over to the mirror. "Shit!" she
exclaimed, wiping the glob from her eyelash, "I've never seen so
much in one place." Travis said, "That's what I call a 'full
facial,' as the old line goes." "All this from just a 'double
dump,'" she continued, "it looks like I took loads from the whole
5th Army." "And you took it all like a trooper," said Mack. "Like a
trooper slut," said Travis. She looked again in the mirror and
remarked, "It looks like a coat of frosting." This statement was
fairly accurate, as almost all of the skin of her face was wet with
some cum. Jeff said, "Maybe it es like it, too." She licked some
from her lips and said, "Nope, tastes like pool water," she replied.
"Like mine?" asked Travis.  "Like most cum," she answered.

      I hoped they would not continue the comparisons and ask her
about the taste of my cum, because I did not want them to know that
she had never tasted any of mine. To interrupt the conversation, I
said, "Okay, Marcie, you're finished. Why don't you clean yourself
up now," as I offered her a towel. She looked at the towel, then
looked at Mack and asked, "Would wiping it off with a towel be
considered wasting it?" Mack replied, "A true cumslut would rub into
herself." "Like this," Marcie asked, rubbing her fingers over her
cheeks. "Yeah," said Travis, "that's a good cumslut. Rub it all in
there." She proceeded to do just that, as she wiped the men's cum
all around her face and neck. Finally, she said, "A little left for
my tits," as she wiped her hands off on her boobs. Then, she walked
over to me, grabbed my beer again and took a drink.

      "Too bad you gotta leave today," Travis remarked. "Why is it
too bad?" asked Marcie. "'Cause if we had time," he replied, "we'd
make an even bigger slut outta ya." "Our shuttle to the airport
doesn't leave til two. So," she said, glancing at the clock, "that
leaves us over 2 hours." This remark stunned me, and I glared at her
as she stood there smiling at Travis with her face shiny with a
coating of sperm. "Honey!" I cried, "haven't you done enough
already!?" "Not quite," she responded. Sensing my disapproval, she
said in a caring tone, "Dear, I'm only gonna be their slut for the
next 2 hours, but I'll be your wife forever." 

      Before I could respond, Travis said, "Pack up those tits
again. We're gonna share 'em with our salesmen buddies." "Where's my
top?" she asked, looking around. Jeff picked it up off the floor and
tossed it to her. As she began to put it on, Travis asked, "Those
little buckles on the shoulder straps -- are they adjustable?"
"Yes," she answered quizzically, "Why?" "Good," he said, "we're
gonna hike 'em up."  She replied, "I had 'em pretty well hiked up
when I came to pool earlier, as I believe you guys noticed." "Well,"
Travis said, walking behind her, "we're gonna hike 'em even higher.
You're on display." He reached for her shoulder straps, pulled them
up high over her shoulders, then adjusted the buckles. With the
re-adjustment, Marcie's tits jutted straight out from her chest,
making them look almost molded onto her body. "I look absurd like
this!" Marcie exclaimed accurately. Travis reached his open hand
under Marcie's boob, lifted it up lightly a few times, and said,
"You won't any complaints. C'mon, we're going back to the bar."

      We all walked back down to the bar. There, Travis went up and
shook hands with the salesmen, one of whom had a crew cut and the
other was pretty bald. Travis then called to Marcie, "It's your
buy." "I don't have any money on me," she answered, holding her
hands behind her butt. "Honey?" she said, looking at me standing on
her left. While I dug into my pocket, Travis stepped over to her
right and held out his hand for the money. As he did this, he
reached across Marcie's chest such that his forearm brushed against
her boobs. I noticed this, as, I'm sure, did everyone else at the
bar, so I hurried to get out my money. While I did not like Travis
copping a feel of my wife in front of so many people, I also did not
want to make a scene and draw any more attention to it, so I figured
I'd let Marcie deal with it. She dealt with it by running both of
her hands through her hair, sticking her chest even more into his
forearm. 

      Using my money, Travis bought a round, including beers for the
salesmen. "We're drinking these in their room," he announced and
started walking. Everyone else followed. As the salesmen walked
along next to Marcie, the bald one said to her, "Good to see you
again. I noticed you down here earlier." "Did you?" she asked,
pretending to be flattered. "Hard not to, with eyecatchers like
those," he replied, "I'm glad Travis shares." Travis said, "I
wouldn't forget my buddies, especially fellow tit lovers." The crew
cut guy asked Marcie, "Did you show our friends those big juggs of
yours?" "Well," she answered cutely, "they said they wanted to see
'em." "So do we," he replied. "All right," was her response.

      The salesmen's room was right next to the pool. Once inside,
the bald guy looked at Marcie's chest and said, "Now that's what I
call a rack. Hell, you could lay a stack of books on it." "She likes
to show strange men her big tits," said Travis, "don't you, babe?"
"If they wanna see 'em," she answered. "We wanna see 'em," the crew
cut guy said. "Okay," she replied. She turned her back to the
salesmen and pulled her hair up to give them access to the clamp on
the back of her top. She said, "Can't a girl get a little help?"
"Sure, doll," said baldy, as he snapped the strap, letting it slap
back against her skin. Then, he reached around and pulled her breast
cups down under her boobs.

      With his arms still wrapped around her, he turned her around
so that they both faced us. He then began jiggling her boobs up and
down, increasing his speed as he did so. Marcie lifted her arms out
to her sides and continued smiling, as baldy looked down from over
her shoulder to watch his own groping. Then, he started kneading her
breasts hard, working his fingers into her soft boobflesh. "Mash
those big marshmallows," Jeff told him, "She likes it hard." "Yeah,
mash 'em hard," she encouraged him, as she began a little dance,
swinging side to side.  

      The crew cut guy said, "She's much bigger than that other slut
Thursday night." "There's no comparison." baldy agreed. Marcie
asked, "Did that other slut do anything more than just flash you
guys?" "Nah," said the crew man, "just a flash." "You're right,"
said Travis, "there's no comparison, none at all." "Yeah," said
Mack, "she's a much bigger slut." "I can see that," said the crew
man, grabbing himself a two-handed feel of Marcie's boobs. "Not just
in that way," said Travis, "Tell 'em, baby." Marcie looked into the
eyes of the men mauling her boobs and said, "In the last half hour
up in our room, I sucked Travis's cum right out of his cock and let
the other 2 guys drain their loads all over my face." "And she
enjoyed it too, like the slut that she is," said Travis.

      The crew man began sucking Marcie's breasts, and, using one
hand, Marcie pulled her shoulder straps up and toward each other,
scrunching her boobs together for him. "That's a good slut," Travis
cheered, "Make my friends happy." "What do you guys want, or are you
just gonna suck my tits all afternoon?" she asked the salesmen. "Is
this slut for real?" asked baldy, looking at Travis. "Sure," he
said, "whatever you want, but you don't have all afternoon. We're in
a hurry, so you only get 10 minutes." "I know what I want," said
crew man, "To use the old Army term, a 'suckie fuckie.'" "Sounds
good to me," baldy agreed. "You'll have to double up on her," said
Travis, "Time's a wasting." 

      As they both were taking off their swim shorts, Travis told
Marcie, "Shake your ass for 'em, whore-like, as you did for us." She
began to sway in place, bending forward slightly. "Dance slutty,"
baldy ordered her, "and bend that ass toward me." She did, shaking
her butt in his direction. "Farther," he said, "and spread your legs
a little." She put her hands on the table as she complied. In this
position, she was giving all the men a good view of the thin wedge
of taught, white, bikini material covering her crotch. She looked
over her shoulder and asked, "Do you like that?" Baldy slapped his
big hand there, cupping her crotch and ass and said, "You like
that?" "Sure do," she answered, standing up, "you guys ready?"

      As she took off her bikini bottoms, crew man laid down in the
middle of the bed. She went over and knelt on the bed perpendicular
to him with her butt in the air. She sucked crew man's dick, as
baldy positioned himself behind her, quickly inserted himself in her
pussy, and began pounding away. "Like it hard, slut?" asked baldy,
as he began slamming her harder in a fast rhythm. "Oh yeah," she
grunted, reaching back and rubbing his hip. Baldy grabbed her wrist
in his one hand, then ordered, "Give me your other hand." She did,
he reached for it with his free hand, and then pulled her arms up
and toward himself a little. "I saw a bitch in a porno get doubled
like this once," he remarked. With her head and chest now floating
above crew man's dick, she opened wide and leaned down, letting it
plunge deep into her throat. Crew man held the back of her head down
and said, "Take it all, you fuckin' slut." 

      A short time later, Travis yelled, "That's five minutes.
Rotate!" In response, Marcie sat up, straddled crew man, positioning
herself on his dick. Then, she leaned over, grabbed baldy's dick,
and put it in her mouth. Crew man put his hands on her waist and
pushed her down farther onto his pole. Apparently liking the
feeling, Marcie wiggled her hips to get down on it even farther. It
wasn't long before both men came, and neither extended her the
courtesy of pull-out. "Thanks, guys," Marcie said, to which baldy
replied, "Get this cumbucket outta here. We're done with her."
Travis walked over to me and held up his bare wrist, inquiring as to
the time. I showed him my watch. "Good," he said to Marcie, "we
still have you for almost 2 hours. Now, go put on something slutty
and be at the front entrance in 5 minutes." "I'll be there," she
answered, then said to me, "C'mon, honey."

      As we entered our room, I tried to plead with her not to meet
them, saying, "Honey, you've already acted out my entire fantasy
and, apparently, some of yours too. That's enough now. I want you to
stay here with me until the shuttle leaves." She said, "I don't
think I brought anything slutty," as she looked through her
suitcase, "but a girl can always make do. I guess I'll have to wear
what I wore when we met your client." 

      Making a mess of her neatly packed suitcase, she pulled out
the black skirt and heels she had looked so good in that night.
Grabbing some other things from her bag, she said, "Honey, could you
please pack everything up so that we can be ready to go." I
re-packed her suitcase and put all of our stuff at the door to our
room, ready to go. Leaning out from the washroom alcove, she threw
me her make-up bag and said, "In fact, why don't you go check out
and bring the bags down to the front desk to save time." Not wanting
to miss the shuttle, I figured it was a good idea, so I took the
bags to the lobby. 

      I checked out and put the bags in the valet area as I waited
for Marcie. Travis, Jeff, and Mack soon showed up and joined me.
Travis said, "We're gonna take your wife on the road. You coming?"
"We got to be on that shuttle at two," I reminded him. "Sure thing,"
he replied. "Check this shit out," exclaimed Mack, elbowing Travis.
We turned to see Marcie approaching us. 

      The only thing that I recognized from her Friday night outfit
was the heels. She wore a black mini-skirt, and her legs were bare
instead of encased in the formal black hose she had worn that night.
Her top was nothing more than a tube of sheer white fabric that
hugged her boobs so tightly that every curve was visible; as it went
downward, the material outlined the underside of her bust before
narrowing in to cling tightly to her thin waist, where she wore it
untucked and over the top of her skirt. Even her makeup was
different, appearing heavier and brighter than usual, which may have
been due to the rush. "That's not what you wore on Friday," I
complained, not happy that she had lied to me. "Honey," she
explained, "you asked me to dress conservatively then, and Travis
told me to dress slutty. As I said, a girl just has to make do."
"Great job," said Travis, "Let's go."

      As we headed to his old Chevy Impala, she told me, "It really
is the same stuff I wore on Friday, except for the earrings,"
referring to the gold loops she was now wearing. "You didn't wear
that top; you wore a blouse and a suit jacket," I corrected her,
remembering how proud I was of how wifely she had looked. "I did
wear this top, but I wore it under the blouse and jacket. It was my
foundation garment that night but today it's my top." "And I like
it," remarked Jeff, "I like how it hugs your jugs." We piled in the
car, with Travis driving, Mack shotgun, and the rest of us in back
with Marcie on the hump seat, which I couldn't help but think was
ironically fitting.

      As we drove off, I was still angry, so I said, "What about
that skirt?" "It's the same one. I just rolled it up at the top a
little to shorten it," she answered, pulling up the material of her
top to show me, "It's an old private-schoolgirl trick." "What about
the panties?" asked Travis. "They're fresh for today," she answered.
"Let's see 'em," he said, turning around. Sitting there with her
feet on the hump and her knees pressed together, she said nothing.
Jeff rubbed her thigh a little and said, "You deaf. Give him a
look." Jeff then gently wedged his fingers between her knees to
separate them, and, as he ran his hand up her thigh, she spread her
legs, giving Travis and Mack a full crotch shot. After they stared
for a few seconds, Marcie said, "You really should keep your eyes on
the road," but she made no effort to close her legs. "I just wanted
to get an eyeful of those sexy tight whites. Us men like those."
"Let me see," said Jeff, as he leaned forward and lowered his head t
so. "Looks like this fucking slut's all dressed up with no dick to
blow," Jeff said. "That's fixable," said Travis, veering onto an
exit ramp.

      At the top of the ramp, Travis turned into a large truck stop.
"A truck stop?!" exclaimed Marcie. "For you, slut," replied Travis,
"it's gonna be a 'fuck stop,' but we'll all eat first." Walking into
the restaurant, Travis said hello to the cashier like he knew her
and said, "Booth 1, please, if it's available." The cashier gave
Marcie a scornful look and led us through the dining area. Every guy
there checked Marcie out as she passed, and I saw some elbowing and
some knowing looks.

      The cashier placed our menus down on a 4-top in a line of
tables, with a booth seat on one side and chairs on the other. The
guys pulled a 2-top over to extend our table. Travis had Marcie sit
in the middle of the booth seat, with him on one side and me on the
other. Jeff and Mack sat across from us but at the far ends of the
table and no chair in between. Travis leaned over to Marcie and said
in a bad attempt at a whisper, "In a minute, I want you to give all
the hard working, lonely truckers an eyeful -- make that half an
eyeful -- of those little tight whites."

      As we opened the menus, I realized that Booth 1 and our
unorthodox seating arrangement was intended to provide the best
sight lines for almost every patron in the restaurant. I knew that
upskirt flashing was a commonly held fantasy, and, in my internet
surfing, I had come across many sites dedicated to it and selling
videos of it. Exhibitionism never aroused me personally, but it
apparently was a turn-on for a lot of people in the world. And
Travis must have been one of them, because he seemed to have the
whole scene orchestrated in his mind: "Scoot up a little on the
seat," Travis instructed her, "But don't look at the truckers when
you flash. Got it?" She nodded, sliding forward a little. "Go," he
ordered. 

      She turned to me with no expression and casually asked, "What
are you gonna have, honey?" With a pain forming in my stomach, I was
barely able to understand her question, as I saw from the corner of
my eye my wife's legs slowly parting. I didn't have the strength to
look at the truckers' faces, but I could tell that none of them was
missing the show. She then turned and looked down at her menu.
Travis said, "Close 'em up now. I want you to tease a little."
Marcie then crossed her legs, the truckers went back to their meals
and newspapers, and I felt a moment's relief. 

      The waitress came over and took our order. We all ordered
food, although I wasn't very hungry under the circumstances. Also,
everybody but me ordered a beer. "You can start again when the beers
get here," Travis informed her, "and this time you can give 'em a
full eyeful, if you'd enjoy that." He gave her a lewd smile, and she
giggled and said, "You always make me laugh. I better not look at
you when I do it."

      Marcie looked at Jeff and said, "So, you guys come here
often?" "To eat, yeah," he replied, "but this is just the second
time in booth 1." "With a slut," added Travis. "Tell me about her,"
Marcie asked curiously. "Maybe later," Travis said, seeing the
waitress approach with our beers, "you're busy now." "Just tell me,"
Marcie persisted, "was she a bigger slut than me?" "She'd do and
enjoy everything, just like you, but 'bigger?'" he said, pausing a
moment to think, "no, her knockers weren't nearly as big and she
didn't slut off right in front of her husband." 

      The waitress reached our table, and, handing Marcie her beer
bottle, the waitress asked her, "Glass?" "No," said Travis, "just
the bottle." While she put the rest of the bottles and my coke down
on the table, my stomach churned again. When she left, Marcie
clumsily knocked her fork onto her lap and then immediately looked
down to reach for it. As she picked it up, she uncrossed her legs
and seemed to ruffle her skirt around a little, sliding it up
slightly higher on her thighs. She then reached for her beer and
took a swig. Just then, I felt the side of her foot and high heel
press against the side of my foot, yet, I noticed that her knees
were still pressed together. 

      Replacing the bottle on the table, she began peeling the label
with her fingernails. As she rolled a piece of wet foil in her
fingertips, I noticed her legs begin to part slowly. "You know,
honey," she said thoughtfully, watching her fingers, "it's really
been a great trip." Turning to face me, her legs kept parting, as
she said to me, "I've had a lot of fun with my husband. Thank you."
Then, she leaned toward me, put her hand on the back of my neck, and
kissed my cheek. Her pull on my neck was harder than I expected, and
I realized that she had sat up off of the booth seat as she kissed
me. She was now spreading herself even wider, and I could see the
material of her skirt bunched up and draping over the outside of her
upper thighs. I could not see her panties however, although I'm sure
everyone else in the restaurant could. 

      Surveying the crowd, Travis took a chug of his beer and said
in a normal volume, "You know, slut, every guy here is looking at
your pantied cunt. How does it feel?" "Wet," she answered. "Please,
dear," I said plaintively. Marcie replied, "What? They're no
different than my bikini bottoms; it's just like I'd be when I'm
sitting at the pool." "Yeah," I retorted, "but your legs wouldn't be
spread." "They might be," she replied with a sexy smile, "if Travis
wanted 'em that way." Then, she turned to Mack and said quietly,
"I'm so horny right now, I'd do any guy in this restaurant." Looking
over the crowd, she continued, "Hell, I'd do all of them." "You
don't mean that," I said, although I have to admit I harbored a few
doubts. In response, she just laughed and continued peeling her
label.

      Soon, our food arrived, and, because Travis focused his
attention on his meal, the rest of us did also. When we were
finished eating, Travis asked me, "What time you got?" "12:40," I
answered, "and we have a 10 minute ride back," hoping that we could
leave. "Plenty of time," said Travis, sliding the check over in
front of Marcie. "Sit up straighter," he told her. She did, and
within 10 seconds, two truckers came over from a nearby table; one
was tall and the other short. The tall one said, "I think we know
what you'll are here for." "Good guess," Travis said sarcastically.
"Well," the trucker said, "we saw you post the white triangle sign."
Travis laughed, and Jeff said, "Who didn't?" The trucker asked,
"Usual deal?" "Yeah," answered Travis. The trucker said, "We'll take
care this for you, sweetie," as he took our check from in front of
Marcie. "And you'll take care of them, sweetie," Travis told her,
"Understand?" "Perfectly," she answered. "Let her out," Travis
directed me.

      I got up, and Marcie slid to the end of the booth. The short
trucker extended his hand, and Marcie placed hers in his, standing
up daintily as if she were accepting an invitation to dance. As the
three of them left the restaurant, other truckers made comments and
even some cheers. Travis told me, "Take care of the tip, huh?," as
he got up and walked toward the door, followed by Jeff and Mack. I
threw a fiver down and followed them all out. Confused, I asked
"What 'white triangle' did you post?" Without looking at me, Travis
replied, "The triangle of your wife's twat in her white panties."

      After leaving the restaurant, we stood by the door as Marcie
and the truckers walked toward the area where the rigs were parked.
As they walked, I saw the tall trucker grab Marcie's ass. They
stopped at the driver's door of a tractor-trailer parked at the end
of the row. The tall one opened the door, and Marcie stepped up to
climb in. She turned and waved to us, and the tall trucker slapped
her butt and followed her inside. They shut the door, and the short
trucker waited outside it.

      Mack commented, "That's an old cab, not one of the new big
ones they call 'condo cabs.' There isn't gonna be a lot of room in
there, especially with that guy being so tall." As my mind began to
try to picture what my wife was doing, Travis slapped me on the back
and said, "But don't worry, they always find a way." A moment later,
he remarked, "You know, I was just thinking: this fuck stop is a
perfect place to strut this slut, especially with the time
constraints. I mean, these truckers have been on the road so long,
most of 'em are carrying around at least a week's worth of cum,
which we know your cumslut of a wife will enjoy." I felt a pang of
fear as my mental picture changed along the lines of Travis's
description. "And," he continued, "because they're so horny, they're
quick, so we won't be wasting any time." 

      Travis was right about that, because it wasn't more than 3
minutes before the tall guy came out and the short guy went in for
his turn. "Told you," Travis said, "At this rate, maybe she can do
every trucker in the restaurant." A short time later, another 2
truckers came out from the restaurant, one white and the other
black. They walked up to us, and the white one said, "That's a good
bitch you brought. She's nicer looking than the usual truck stop
whore. Great tits too." "I liked her panties," said the black man.
"Thanks," replied Travis. The black trucker asked, "Is your whore
still open for business?" "Other than the check," Travis replied,
"we're not whoring her. She's a slut who's out enjoying herself." 

      Just then, Marcie came out of the cab and stood talking to the
tall trucker. The tall trucker pointed to the side of his trailer
and then pointed to another trailer, which had the same company
name. I saw my wife nod and then walk over to that other trailer and
knock on the door. The black trucker remarked, "That guy's sure
getting his money's worth 'cause he's working her hard." The
driver's door of that truck opened, Marcie stood up on her
tippy-toes and said something, after which the door was pushed open
and she climbed in. 

      The white trucker asked, "Where'd you get this bitch?" Travis
answered, "She was parading those big boobs around at the hotel pool
in a bikini that was too small. We got her to show us her tits then
started abusing her." "Is she from around here?" he asked. "No,"
Travis responded, "she's just visiting here for a romantic weekend.
This here's her husband," gesturing to me. "Oh," he replied,
glancing at me with a surprised look. I stood there for a few
minutes, while the others started talking about trucking.

      Soon, Marcie came out and walked back to us. The black trucker
said, "If you're looking for more action for your slut, we'll
oblige." "I'm sure she'll be up for it, but we all gotta be
watching. That's how we do it." "I think it's getting late," I
mentioned. When Marcie reached us, Travis asked, "Having fun?" "Oh
yeah," was her answer. Travis told her, "If you're looking for more,
these guys said they'd do ya." "Sure," she answered nonchalantly.
"We can go to my trailer," said the black trucker, leading the way. 

      As we walked, Travis said to Marcie, "You do fast work."
"Three blowjobs," she informed us, "and the guys were all ready to
pop." "Told ya," said Travis, looking at me. As we walked, she
continued, "That first guy, the tall one, he blew in about 10
seconds." The white guy said, "That's what we truckers call a 'hot
load.'" "It sure was," Marcie replied with a laugh, "and then, the
second guy, he kinda smelled but he had a thick cock." "That third
one, at the other truck," said Travis, "that wasn't part of the
deal. Why did you go there?" "Because I wanted to," she answered,
"besides, the tall guy said his buddy really needed a blow job, but
it turned out to be more like a face fuck: that guy sat me up
against the wall, stood on the bed, and drilled my mouth. It was
true that he really needed it -- the guy was a gusher and blasted a
huge load." Jeff put his arm on her shoulder to turn her so that he
could look at her face and commented, "You don't look any the worse
for wear." "I m ure not to waste any," she said, patting her stomach
with a grin.

      "Hope we're not overworking ya," said Travis, "Three guys in
10 minutes would put you on world record pace." "What is the
record?" Marcie asked. "Hell if I know," replied Travis, "but that
other slut of ours did 6 dicks." "I can beat that. I'm already half
way there," my wife said. We stopped at the back doors of a trailer,
and the black trucker opened them up. As Marcie stepped in, he
helped her up, first by offering a hand to hold and then offering
his other hand on her ass.

      Climbing in, I noticed many cardboard boxes of different
sizes. Once we were all inside, the white guy shut and bolted the
door. Then, without saying a word, he walked up to Marcie and pulled
her top down. Marcie said, "You're not wasting any time, are you?"
Grabbing her boobs, he said, "Nope, I liked those tits when I first
saw 'em, and I just wanted to get a better look and a good feel."
The black guy stepped up, and, as they both grabbed her boobs, she
reached out and began massaging their dicks through their pants. The
black guy said, "I liked those panties when I first saw 'em." Travis
said, "Give him a better look. Lift your skirt." Marcie did, and, as
she stood there with her top and her skirt bunched around her waist,
I got my first look at her panties: they were white, as I expected,
but they had a wavy frill along the sideseams, and I thought they
were pretty. 

      Sharing my taste in lingerie, the black trucker said, "They're
pretty," as he began to rub her crotch. "Turn around," he directed
her, "and lean over a little on that box." She complied, putting her
hands on a box and presenting her rear-end for their viewing
pleasure. He began to play with her panties and massage her ass. He
then stuck his big, black hand firmly on her butt and grabbed it as
his fingers fondled her crotch. Bending at the knees, she crouched
down a little and backed up against his hand. "Nice and tight," he
commented, "much better than the usual saggy old shit that comes
around here." 

      "How do you guys want to do me?" Marcie asked. The black
trucker said, "I'm gonna stick mine in this sweet honey pot. You're
soaking wet, darlin'." "Take 'em off," ordered Travis. "And do it
sexy," added the black guy. Aiming to please, she stuck her butt out
a little and slowly pulled her panties down, revealing her bare ass.
Stepping gracefully out of her panties, she tossed them to me. But
then Travis told me, gesturing toward the black trucker, "Since he
likes 'em so much, why don't you give 'em to him as a souvenir." Not
wanting to argue about it, I tossed them to the black trucker, who
shoved them in his pocket.

      "Time's a wasting," said Travis. The black guy picked Marcie
up in his arms and carried her over to 2 boxes next to the wall of
the trailer. He separated the boxes, and then set her legs down on
top of them, so that she had one leg on each box. As she held on to
a board nailed to the wall above her head, he stepped up and entered
her. As he nailed her, she groaned, "Yeah, give it to me, you
trucker fucker." Hearing her say this stupid line made her look to
me like a chick in a 1970's garage-made porno flick, where the
riveting dialogue is written -- or, more likely, ad lib'ed -- by the
"actors." Anyway, this black man must have been as sex-starved as
the other truckers, because he came after about a dozen thrusts. He
then stepped aside to let the white guy take his turn. The white guy
began sucking her tits as her pumped in and out of her. Within a
minute or so, he also was done, as he walked away limp-kneed.

      Still holding on to the board above her head, Marcie said,
"C'mon, Travis, why don't you take a turn? I'd love to get that big
dick of yours up there." "Let me ask the official time-keeper," he
said, gesturing to me. "1:12," I reported in a concerned tone to let
him know how close we were cutting it already. "No, slut," he
replied to my reassurance. "But," he continued a moment later, "I
will plug that tight ass for you -- if you'd enjoy that." "I think I
will," she responded, "Besides, every slut worth her salt's gotta
take at least one up the ass, doesn't she?" "That's the spirit," he
encouraged her, "now come over here." As she got down and walked
toward Travis, the black trucker opened a trailer door and stepped
down to the ground. I saw him give a wave back in the direction of
the restaurant before coming back inside. 

      "Climb up here," Travis directed Marcie, tapping the top of a
box. She jumped up on it and sat down. Then, with the tone of a
woman asking a photographer about the pose for a bridal picture, she
said, "How do you want me?" "Get on all fours," he told her. "Like
this?" she asked, from her hands and knees. "No," he answered,
repositioning her, "like this," Then, Travis asked, "Are you outta
practice or have you never been buttfucked before?" "Well, not
really," she answered, thinking back, "just a slip one time during a
hard, wet fuck." While I wasn't quite sure I understood her
description, I did know that that occasion did not involve me. "That
doesn't really count," Travis declared, "so this asshole is the last
virgin thing you got." 

      He dropped his pants, and his big chub was in the ready
position as he approached her. He slapped her butt and said, "I've
wanted this ass since I saw it bent over the cooler in that white
bikini." "Have at it," she said, "but can I get you a little wet
first with my mouth?" "Do her dry, the dirty slut," heckled the
white trucker, as he and the other guys gathered around the action.
"No time," Travis said, "but a little moisture would help." "How
'bout if you get it wet by stickin' it up my snatch?" she suggested.
"I'm not going in there after those guys," he answered, making all
the men laugh, "Just slop some of your pussy juice there yourself."
She reached back and did so, fingering both of her orifices. He
stepped in behind her and, as he crouched into position, told her,
"Spread your knees wider and stick your ass out for me." "Like
that?" Marcie said, complying. The white trucker gave her ass a slap
and said, "This horny slut needs a good, deep dickin'. She's hungry
for it." yeah," Marcie grunted, "dick me, dick me deep."

      Travis held her firmly around the clothing bunched at her thin
waist. She faced forward, which was in my direction, and rested the
bottom of her chin on the boxtop. Judging from her expression, she
seemed a little scared. The black trucker remarked, "When I fuck an
ass, I make the bitch beg for it. I like to hear a slut beg."
Without any further encouragement, Marcie begged Travis, pleading,
"Please, ram that big cock hard up my ass. I need it bad." 

      When he thrust himself inside her, she moaned and grimaced.
Mack said, "I don't think she's enjoying this; it looks like it's
hurting her." Travis said, "Look at me. I want to see your face
while I buttfuck you." She turned her head back and looked at him.
"Yeah, she likes it," said Travis, "look at that big smile." The
white trucker rubbed his hand around on the top of her bun and then
gave it a hard swat, saying, "You like having a cock in your ass,
don't you, slut?" "It hurt a little going in," she responded, "but
it feels great now. Fuck that asshole."

      She seemed to be getting comfortable, for she lowered her
head, resting it sideways on her forearms. Travis continued slamming
her hard for a few thrusts, then, he said, "Bad angle, bring your
head up," as he pulled her hair back toward him. She quickly
straightened her arms, pushing herself up on her hands. "Now arch
your back," he then ordered, as pushed his hand down into the small
of her back. "She likes to get fucked like a dog," observed the
white trucker, "When we would get a bitch in heat like this, we used
to make the slut bark like a dog." "I won't make her," Travis
replied, "but she can, if she wants to." Marcie cast a quick glance
in my direction, as if to check my reaction. "Ruff, ruff," she
uttered, jutting her head into the air with each bark. "Yeah, she
wants to," the white trucker said, "She likes the abuse." As I
watched, I couldn't help but think that this scene, with the butt
slapping, the barking, and all, had every old porno flick clich I
had hoped never to again.

      I heard a knock on the trailer doors, the black trucker opened
them, and in came 2 black guys, one muscular and the other chubby.
The chubby one said to the black trucker, "We saw your high sign,
but forgot which truck you were in. Then, we heard the barking, and
we knew that was either a hungry dog or a horny slut." All the men
laughed, and the white trucker said, "Both, this here's our
dogslut." "Ruff, ruff," Marcie barked again, confirming the remark.

      Marcie turned back to face Travis. Continuing her eye contact,
she reached her hand back and put it next to her knee, bracing
herself against his thrusts. By now, the chubby trucker had walked
over next to the action. The white trucker gave her another swat on
the ass, and the chubby guy told her, "Get your face down where it
belongs, slut," as he pushed her head down. Keeping her butt high in
the air, Marcie lowered her head back down onto her forearms. "No,
all the way down," he ordered, pulling her arms out from under her,
causing her cheek to fall onto the boxtop. Travis reached forward
and put his hand on her head, pushing it into the boxtop. "Spread
you buns, if you want it all the way up your ass," commanded Travis.
Marcie did so, mumbling, "Stick it all in, all the way."

      With her chest pressed against the boxtop, her boobs were
smashed and bulged out to the sides. The chubby guy poked her
bulging titflesh and then forced his hand under one boob and started
squeezing it. "This slut has bigger tits than I thought," he said,
"and she's got me ready. Can I dump one?" Without breaking his
rhythm, Travis told him, "Her mouth's free." So, chub opened his
pants and moved in next to Marcie's head. He stuck his dick toward
her face, tapped it against her cheek, and said, "Doggie want a
bone?" With her face still pressed against the boxtop, she opened
her mouth, and the chubby guy poked his dick into it. 

      While Travis continued his pace, chub grabbed Marcie under her
chin and moved her head over as he stepped around the corner of the
box. Standing now in front of her, he grabbed her head, with his one
hand on the back of it and his other hand under her chin, and he
began pumping in and out of her mouth. "Good doggie," said the white
trucker, petting her back lovingly, "Just get buttfucked and give a
good hummer." 

      "There's an idea, hummerslut, how 'bout a little musical
accompaniment," said chub, "Any requests, guys?" "How 'bout our
National Anthem?" suggested Jeff. "All right," chub replied, "let's
hear it slut." As her big boobs swayed with each of Travis's
thrusts, Marcie began humming the National Anthem as she continued
sucking chub's dick. "Show respect," the black trucker scolded the
muscular one, swiping the cap off his head. "Okay, for my country
maybe," the muscular guy replied, "but not for this filthy hosebag."
"This morning she was a respectable married woman, wife of this
guy," said Mack, gesturing to me, "but, since then, she's made a
total slut of her sleazy self." As she continued her melody, chub
reached under and grabbed her boob. I felt violated just watching,
yet Marcie seemed to be relishing in their disrespect and in the
whole raunchy scene.

      It wasn't a minute later before chub unloaded. He held
Marcie's head in place as he injected his spooze deep into her
throat. When he pulled out, a couple last spurts spilled onto her
lips, and she licked them up eagerly. Chub said, "That a slut, lap
it all up like a hungry mutt." "Ruff," she said yet again. Travis
said, "Get ready to take mine in your ass, bitch," as he increased
his pace. Marcie's breathing also increased, prompting the black
trucker to quip, "She's panting like a tired dog." Soon, Travis
blasted his jism inside her backdoor. 

      Climbing down, she exclaimed, "That makes 7, and that's one
more than that other slut." "Wrong," said Travis, correcting her,
"You've only got 6; I don't count as a fuck stop trick." Realizing
the time, I warned, "Hey, it's 1:35, we've almost missed the shuttle
already." "Well, I need one more then," said Marcie, looking around.
"How 'bout you, beefcake?" she asked the muscular one, "Can I take a
load off for you?" "I'm just watchin'. I never touch you gutter
sluts," he answered, "After all the dicks you've done, I might catch
something." "Maybe somebody has a rubber," she proposed. "You'd need
a full body suit," he answered, "and, even then, I probably wouldn't
touch you." "C'mon," she pressed him, "please let me do you."
"Well," he responded, "I'll jack it on your face, if you want that."
"Sure, if it'll count," she said, looking at Travis. "Yep," Travis
decided. "Where do you want me?" she asked the muscular guy. "Come
here," he told her.

      As he undid his pants, she walked over and stood in front of
him. Jacking his thick schlong, he told her, "Crouch down, bitch.
Get your face at cock level." She crouched and reached for his dick,
but he quickly stepped back and snapped, "Don't touch me, bitch,
don't touch me at all anywhere. Got it?" "Sorry," she replied, and
he ordered her, "Just put your whore face out there to take my
spunk." 

      Looking at his dick, she repositioned herself directly in
front of it and then put her hand on the box next to her to steady
herself in her crouch. "You like it on your face, bitch?" "Oh yeah,"
Mack answered for her, "she loves it, and she just learned to love
it today, didn't you, doll?" "Yeah," she answered, "mine was a
virgin face 'til these 2 guys gave it a double coat of prick paint.
Now, I love it." "If you want some from me, slut, ask for it," he
told her. "Spray that hose all over slutty face," she begged, "Fire
it in my face." "I got a full tank for ya, and you'll get in a hurry
too, if you keep talking like that," he said. 

      In the interest of time or sluttiness, she took his cue and
said, "You got a nice, big cock. I wish I could suck it." "All you
white women want to suck it," he answered. "And especially us white
sluts," she responded. "But you're too trashy and used, and I won't
let you even lick it." He kept pumping himself, and she said, "As a
true slut, let me do this right, just like Travis taught me." Moving
from her crouch, she knelt before the man and put her hands behind
her back. He began to jack himself even faster, and she looked up at
him and begged, "I'm on my knees for you and your big, black boner.
I beg you to come on my white face." 

      My wife had now hit bottom, becoming a total submissive slut
for a man who refused even to touch her. She continued, "Please,
sperm your slut." That must have done it for him, because a second
later jets of cum shot out of his dick, one after another, flooding
Marcie's face. "Oh, yes!" she moaned, "spunk it on my face." She got
her wish, as he ended up launching a huge load all over her face,
neck and hair. "Bull's eye!" he shouted as he finished, "Now get
away from me, you lousy whore." Marcie stood up and walked toward
me.

      Without a moment's delay, Travis said, "Okay, time to go."
Marcie pulled her skirt down and her top up. As she wiped her face
with her hands, I was amazed at how, in a matter of seconds, she
went from naked and slutty to dressed and ready to go. "So long,
slut," the white trucker said, and Marcie waved and said, "Thanks,
guys." My watch showed 1:42. As we got in the car, Marcie climbed
into the back seat, and I was ready to get into my same seat next to
her, but Mack offered to let me sit shotgun, so I did. As Mack got
in, he told Marcie, "Watching that shit got me ready again. I need
you to jack me off on the way back, slut." "Okay," she said, "how
'bout you?" she asked Jeff. "Why not," he answered. 

      We sped back to the hotel, and it seemed like Travis was
actually hurrying to make the shuttle. I, having seen enough
already, tried to watch the road pass by instead of the action in
the back seat, but then Marcie said, "Honey, I wanna ask your
opinion." When I had turned around, she asked me, "Which cock do you
think'll blow first?" She laughed, rather meanly I thought, and I
realized she said that just to make me look. The sight of my Marcie
jacking one dick in each hand and looking at me with that laugh is a
sight indelibly etched in my memory. I made no response to her
question but just turned back around. Soon, I heard one of the guys
grunt and then say, "Slurp it all up, slut." A moment later, I heard
similar things from the other guy. I was proud of myself for
refusing to watch any more of this last escapade of hers.

      As we pulled into the parking lot, the shuttle bus was
waiting, and the reception staff had been kind enough to put our
bags on the sidewalk for us. Travis stopped the car right behind the
shuttle, then turned around and pulled the front of Marcie's top
down, exposing her breasts. I was horrified because the people
milling around the bus could see inside the car if they looked.
Travis said, "Just wanted to get a last look. I love looking at your
naked tits, slut, and I also love 'em covered, especially in that
sexy white bikini you lured us with." "'Lured' you?!" she said, "You
guys 'lured' me -- 'lured' me into complete sluthood. I was just an
innocent wife until today." "Sure, doll," he replied sarcastically,
grabbing her tit, "Now it's time for the loving couple to run along
home."  

      After Marcie pulled her top bac up, we got out of the car, and
I picked up our luggage. In her outfit, all eyes were on Marcie as
we took seats in the shuttle. Marcie reached in her bag and began
fishing around inside. Soon, she pulled out her white bikini top and
held it up. As she opened it wide in front of herself, I noticed the
surprised facial expressions of the other passengers. "I think
Travis should have this," she said with a nod. I was angry and
whispered, "No way, you bought it for us to enjoy together. That
bikini top is a big part of my fantasy." "I know, dear," she replied
loudly enough for the others to hear, "but Travis is a big part of
my fantasy, so I want him to have it. Can I use your pen?"
Unhappily, I gave her my pen, and, still hoping to dissuade her, I
said, "C'mon, honey." Putting the pen to the white material of one
of the breast cups, she began to write.  

      Finished, she showed it to me: "Thanks for the memories! We
had a fun weekend." It was signed, "Slutfully yours, Marcie," and
she dotted her i with a little smiley face. Before looking away, I
noticed that she had written our telephone number under her name.
Trying to keep my voice down, I protested, "Marcie, you can't give
them our phone number! They may try to contact you." "Hope so," she
said, as she stood up and leaned out the door. Calling Travis's
name, she yelled to him, "Here's a souvenir for you. Thanks again,"
and she tossed him the bikini top.  

      All eyes were on her as she sat back down next to me. As she
waved goodbye to Travis and the guys, the bus pulled away. While I
was relieved to be free of them, I was still very angry with her,
especially about giving her top to Travis, but I was reluctant to
bring it up just then for fear that the other passengers would hear
her response. Taking the chance anyway, I whispered in a sharp tone,
"I want you to know I'm totally shocked by what happened." "Me,
too," she replied casually, "With all those boob lovers I got off
today, not one of them fucked my tits." Needless to say, I decided
to spend the rest of the trip to the airport in silence, as we rode
off into the sunset.

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