The sun had set while Tina and I were having dinner at El Pescatore on the Oakland waterfront. Tina is my wife, a full-time slut and part-time whore. She’s gorgeous, about the size and shape of Dolly Parton but Tina’s DD breasts are 100% natural man magnets.
I’m a voyeur and a cuckold and have been since our wedding a few years ago when Tina consummated our marriage with several men she met in the hotel bar while I watched from the closet. I adore my sexy wife and am proud to share her with friends and strangers.
Tina is also a hardcore exhibitionist and with the wine we had with dinner and a couple of drinks afterward, more and more of her awesome cleavage was showing. Her short skirt seemed to be getting shorter too. I knew it was time to leave that nice restaurant and head for a rougher part of town.
In the car, I caressed her damp pussy, saying, “Whose pussy is this?”
“That’s your pussy, dear,” she replied
“And who fucks my pussy?”
“Any man who wants to.”
By then we were in the warehouse district. It’s a busy place all night, with big trucks delivering produce and others taking the day’s fresh foods to markets. With hundreds of men working there all night, it’s one of Tina’s favorite places to play.
She spotted the telltale flickering glow of a TV in a big, and aptly named Peterbilt semi-truck parked in front of a sausage factory. The sign on the truck door advertised ‘Montana Meat Packers’ and Tina just couldn’t resist that sign.
She ordered me to turn the car around and park in front of the truck. While I was doing that she was stripping off her clothes. Not that she had much on, to begin with. Tina’s attire when we were out always revealed much more than it concealed. She wore panties for just two reasons, number one – a date requested she wear them, and number two – she wanted to preserve her date’s load of cum for my tasting pleasure. Tonight, as usual, she wore no panties or bra.
My cock was hard as a rock, as I watched my wife walk to the truck, wearing nothing but five-inch heels, thigh highs and a lascivious smile. Her big breasts and lovely round ass bounced slightly with each step. I never tired of watching Tina walk away from me to offer her beautiful body to strange men.
This is a good time to mention that in our marriage, Tina didn’t withhold sex from me but the ‘rules’ were, I got no pussy until at least three other men had fucked her. At least one of those men had to be new. And if Tina wanted to fuck more than three, which she often did, I had to wait until she had sated her need for other cocks. Those weren’t the only ‘rules’ by any means.
Tina knocked on the driver’s door which swung open after a moment. I watched my wife climb up and into the truck and then into the sleeper out of my view.
What I could see were tall whip antennas on either side of the truck cab and judging by their movement, the driver had wasted no time at all on foreplay. The antennas were whipping back and forth and the cab itself was rocking. Tina was getting fucked hard and fast.
The stamina of the driver was phenomenal. The antenna motion never slowed for hours. I knew my wife was getting a hell of a ride and I was happy for her but, truth be told, I was getting bored with nothing to see but that big truck bouncing and the antennas whipping.
About 4 AM some guys from the sausage factory opened the rear trailer doors and began unloading the truck. They used a forklift and it didn’t take them long. Through the unloading process, the trucker and my wife continued their vigorous lovemaking without pause.
The sausage company guys stood around the truck for a while, making ribald comments on the obvious activity inside. It seemed they had to get the driver’s signature on a form so eventually one of them banged on the door.
Tina emerged, smiling, from the sleeper and took a clipboard from the sausage guy. She passed it back into the sleeper but stayed in the cab, giving the men a nice long look at her voluptuous tits and after returning the signed document, a good look at her ass when she returned to the sleeper.
Incredibly, she and the trucker resumed their rhythmic fucking for another half hour. I could only marvel at his (and her) stamina. The antenna finally stopped whipping and both Tina and the trucker moved into the cab seats. I could see them talking and it looked like she gave him her phone number.
At last, she emerged from the truck. The sky was starting to lighten in the predawn hour. Her hair was messed up and a trickle of shiny grayish cum ran down her leg as she walked to the car with considerably less bounce than when she had left me.
Tina had a wonderfully satisfied smile when she got into the car. The fragrance of their emissions filled the car, driving me wild. I drove a block or so and parked again and knelt on the floor to suck and lick the trucker’s cum from my slut wife’s cunt. My reward.
But I wanted more. Much more. I needed her to tell me how much she’d liked the Montana Meat Packer’s cock. How much bigger his cock was than mine and that she would be fucking him again. And I needed to fuck her well-used pussy with my raging hard-on. What I got was the sound of her delicate snore. She was exhausted and had passed out.
I was frustrated, to say the least. My frustration turned to fury. She didn’t respond at all. That was no fun for me so I pulled out and started to drive home.
I felt cheated, frustrated and a little angry as I drove. I passed two homeless derelicts pushing their shopping carts down the street. The sight inspired me. I decided to have some fun with my cheating wife.
I stopped the car in the next block. I got out and opened Tina’s door. I picked her up and carried her to a bus stop bench where I laid her down on her back. I then arranged her legs, spreading them, one foot up on the back of the bench and the other foot on the sidewalk.
I quickly got back in the car and made a u-turn to park across the street where I could watch unobtrusively when the bums discovered her. They weren’t moving fast but they eventually spotted her and sped up, stopping to stare when they were at the bench.
I didn’t know it but Tina had awakened while I was posing her on the bench. She later told me she was curious about what I was doing but pretended to stay asleep. She continued the pretense when the derelicts showed up.
One of them reached out and gave one of her huge tits a good squeeze. When she didn’t react, the other guy grabbed her pussy. They fondled her for a while until without opening her eyes, she gave a small moan and raised her hips invitingly.
The bigger of the two pulled a dirty blanket from his cart and covered her with it. He then crawled under the blanket on top of her. For several minutes he moved around under the blanket.
Tina said he was pulling down the two pairs of pants he was wearing. I could tell when he started fucking her. Her legs stayed where I had put them but her hips were eagerly rising to meet his thrusts.
The other guy crouched on the sidewalk behind the bench and peeked between the backboards to get a closeup view of his buddy fucking her. I envied his vantage point.
After the bigger guy shot his load into my wife’s receptive cunt, the two traded places and the smaller guy fucked her. It didn’t take him long to ejaculate. Through it all, Tina pretended to sleep.
After both of them had cum, they had a short conversation there on the sidewalk. Tina was still covered with the blanket. They eventually stopped talking and picked her up. Still covered by the blanket they carried her behind some shrubbery and laid her on the ground. Then they both hurried off, pushing their carts and looking like they were on a mission.
When they turned the next corner, Tina got up and trotted across the street to the car. She left the blanket behind the bushes. She was wide awake and she stunk like an unwashed bum herself. I was once again so turned on by my wife’s willingness to fuck anyone at all, the unwashed body odor was like an aphrodisiac. I eagerly licked and sucked the juices of the two bums.
While I was eating her sluttish pussy, she told me the two guys had gone to get a friend with a car. They were going to take her to a biker bar they knew of and were hoping to trade her for a bottle of booze.
She wasn’t against the idea either. If she hadn’t been so exhausted by the night’s activities I probably couldn’t have talked her out of a potential gang bang by a bunch of horny bikers. I did finally prevail by promising to take her to the biker bar myself in the near future.
By then it was broad daylight and we went home. And I finally did get to fuck my gorgeous but still stinky wife.
In case you are wondering, his cock was longer and bigger around than mine. Tina had given her phone number to the trucker who shared it with some other truckers. She met the Montana Meat Packer many times.
