Wife’s Joyride_, Part 1 · Part 2 (2/2)
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"Pull over Loni, let me see you walk in those hot heels you have on."
"Look, 'WB' (short for Woman Beater – I was trying to sound sure of myself)…" I glanced again at my wife. "We'll pull over for a second, but then you leave us and don't try to follow!" My stomach felt like a bottomless pit. I think my voice sounded like a candy-ass, but Loni's face lit up and her face sparkled. Bad Idea! Bad Idea! Bad Idea! My mind yelled, but the longing look on my wife's face showed how much she LOVED to tease. That is what the longing look on her face meant, right?
"Pull over Limp Dick husband!" It was as much a snarl as anything. His words cut into me, did he know? There was no way he could, but the words cut all the same.
Once stopped, the heat of the day pressed down hard. He parked his truck on the shoulder in front of my car, the four-lane highway swooshing vehicles past us. A wave of diesel fumes washed over us. I looked over at Loni as I put it in park, looked her all over. Her waist long hair hung prettily about her. Her bright white smile, pretty dark face. Just now, a scared look was on her face, terrified even. My eyes went down to her massive tits, and those big hard nipples. I realized maybe if I sucked my wife's tits, instead of just looking at them while I tried to make love to her, they might get big and hard like that for me. It occurred to me my wife had never had her tits sucked. Then to her thin waist, perfect hips, tight legs, then those 10-inch high heels! She was a doll, a perfect teen sex doll.
The afternoon sun was high above, no shadows on the desert, or by the truck. Both WB and I climbed out the passenger side of our vehicles so as not to get smashed by a passing motorist. Loni waited. We walked toward each other, he was tall and big…at least 6'7", most likely bigger. Way bigger than me. I saw that his skin was black, black as midnight. We met halfway down his truck, it being between the traffic and us. The smell of diesel was nearly overpowering. He carried a truncated wooden bat, about 2 and a half feet in length, as thick as a normal baseball bat.
"What's that for?"
"For pounding truck tires." He talked down to me. "Where's my girl?" His girl? I called my wife, but my voice squeaked more than a bit. As we waited, he stared intently back in the direction of my car, waiting for her to emerge. I saw him licking his thick lips, bobbing his head slightly forward and back…biding time to unheard music. His hand flexed on the handle of his bat, and I saw how strong and sinewy his arms were, awesome and immediately frightening. His body was obviously heavily muscled and mean. I could just tell that he was a convict or had been.
Cars and trucks continued to swoosh past on the other side of his rig. He looked me dead in the face with an angry twist to his features. Loni still had not climbed out her car door, we could see her pretty face back there sitting in the car. I called her again, once again sounding like a choked up girl scout. This time I also used a wave of the hand to indicate for her to come over to us.
The red car door swung open, slowly because it was heavy for her. Then a white 10 inch high heel stepped into view beneath the red door, finding purchase on the desert highway shoulder. There was a pause for several seconds, the shoe being used for leverage to slide Loni across the car seat. Then she stood behind the door. From a distance, the swell of her volleyball tits pressed out her spaghetti dress. The breasts were totally hard, round and stand up perky on her very young body. The shadows of her braless nipples protruding against the dress could even be seen at our distance of perhaps 30 meters.
My wife stood with one hand on the car door, the other absently twirling her long long hair. She had a genuinely shy look upon her face, but a mischievous smile all the same. Her incredible beauty stunned me all over again. That's my wife I thought with pride. Everything was going to be alright. I motioned for her to walk over to where we stood behind his truck. My voice completely useless now, my mouth dry.
Stepping with bird like steps, Loni had never really walked much in those shoes, she began approaching us slowly and with a little difficulty keeping her balance on her toes. The shoes were like stilts, walking inside would have been tricky enough, but the highway shoulder was littered with stones and such. We both stared at her. Her legs, especially her calves were clenched tight walking in those heels. Her massive round orbs jiggled provocatively under her white dress with each step. I realized the dress material massaged her nipples when this happened, Loni must be loving it!
Slowly, step by uncertain step, she approached. WB began muttering under his breath as she got closer, his eyes boring into her. I don't think he realized I could hear him, or maybe he didn't care.
"Fuckin Bitch. Fuckin Bitch. Fuckin Bitch." It was like a mantra from the giant black man. By happenstance I noticed his growing erection in his old dirty blue jeans. A thick rod swelling and pushing out his jean material. It was easily as thick as his bat, a real bologna roll in his pants. The tip of it inched down his leg, quickly reaching half way to his knee, then slowing when it reached ALL THE WAY to his knee. I had to look away, I didn't want to watch that thing still growing!
Loni had reached halfway to us, when the giant unleashed a roar like an animal that reverberated off his metal truck. It caught us both by surprise, and she stopped in her tracks. Then he, just as loudly, began woof-woofing like a dog pound, staring at my wife's body. Loni looked at me a second, then smiled at the animal. She felt a sense of approval and pride. A lot of her shyness melted from her face. She stopped twirling her hair, put her hands on her hips, and resumed her walk to us. Now, however, she was strutting for him, moving her hips and shoulders. She was incredible! Like a model on a runway. She had even put a sultry look on her face, drawing in her cheeks. She was playing it to the hilt, having her fun.
My own cock stiffened. The weight of weeks of stored jism felt heavy, my balls were swollen. Before marriage I had masturbated every day at least three times but often as many as five or six times a day. My testes were actually much larger than normal, and despite my age I produced incredible loads of cum. I stopped whacking off after the wedding and was really loving spraying my cream all over Loni. My ejaculations had ceased with the humiliation of the ruler incident, not that we hadn t tried. My sacs stretched painfully tight now trying to hold an accumulated 25 to 40 cum loads inside. There must be six fluid ounces in each nut. Each of my balls was now larger than my penis. Watching my wife walk sexily had me achingly erect, and it felt like my balls were filling with more cum every second.
She stood before him. A voluptuous girl dressed in white like a virgin sacrifice. She was like a virgin, having only had my little dick.
"Yeah! Fuckin Bitch!" He roared at her. His crudeness caught her by surprise, but she tried to keep a smile on her face. I moved beside her and put my arm around my wife's trim waist. With her heels she was a good 6 inches taller than me, but I didn't mind. I gave her a hug, then we both faced the trucker shoulder to shoulder. I kept my arm around her waist.
"Did you like the show? You…ah…said something…about giving…er, well my wife…" I stammered weakly.
He reached in his front pocket. Loni saw for the first time the outline of his massive cock under his pant leg stretching past his knee. She gasped loudly and held her breath, staring at it with wide eyes.
The trucker liked the expression on her face. "Don't worry bitch, I'm only gonna fuck you with this much of it" He put a finger most of the way up along his thigh, indicating about 9 inches or so. It was a small fraction of its total length. "Who the hell am I kidding? I'm gonna run this whole damn thing into you. And your husband is gonna watch me do it!" His meanness shown he meant it, but there was just no way for it to fit inside my bride, it was way too thick to even get inside her!
The trucker held a $10 bill.
"You..ah…said…" I tried.
"She'll earn her money, don't worry! I know you can dance honey, dance for me baby-baby!" The stranger sat on the steel railing along the road s edge.
Loni looked at me. There was no music. It didn't make sense.
My wife stepped clear of me, and to my astonishment, began to move. I should have realized, that with more than a generation between us, she would know how to dance like the kids do today. I just never had thought about it.
Loni was smiling naturally as she began swaying slowly, moving carefully on her stilted high heels. I made a mental note to take her dancing sometime.
"Yeah! Yeah baby!" WB was egging her on. She responded to it, so he stepped it up. "Yeah girly, do it! Shake it for me!" She was using her shoulders, taut belly, hips, dancing like a music video girl. "Come here you ho!"
Loni danced right up to him, seated as he was, they were more nearly the same height. Her heels making her slightly taller than him now. He spread his knees so she could move right up to him. Giving a much better view for the performance. He tucked his $10 dollar bill into her cleavage, and took another out of his pocket. Loni smiled at me saucily. I could read her mind exactly. 'Does this mean I'm a professional tease now?' was what she was thinking.
After several more minutes of dirty dancing, and a couple more tips placed inside her dress, he spoke again.
"Turn around baby! Bend over for me!" WB was demanding, but more jovial than before. His voice commanding.
Loni was facing me when she turned, the black giant behind her. Her eyes met mine. She was smiling, brightening the sunny day. A finger went to the corner of her mouth as she looked straight at me. 'Should I?' her eyes asked of me. 'No', I mouthed the word. We should just leave now. Assuming a pursed lips 'misbehaving' facial expression, she kept her eyes on me as she bent slightly forward. Her tight church dress constricting against her tight perfectly shaped bottom. Then bending ever so slightly more, watching me as she did. She was teasing ME! Doing a naughty thing I had told her not to do!
"Fuckin Yeah! Two days out of the fuckin joint, God Damn! My first sweet candy!" Loni bent slightly more, hearing the giant cheer her on. Her dress rode up the back of her taut thighs.
"Er, well, sir. How long were you, well,…" My suspicions confirmed.
"Twelve years!" Roaring angrily. "For murdering a white nerd like you!" Loni was bending over, and her cleavage was trying to spill out before my eyes. I was paralyzed by my lust for her shape. She was bending way over now, her hands grabbing her ankles. The dress was all the way up her legs now. She shook her tight small ass. Then she turned around and thrust out her bosom to accept another $10.
This time WB sank his hand under her dress as he put in the money. Loni gasped in surprise. He was copping a feel off my wife! I objected, but my dry mouth produced no sound. My throat wouldn t speak.
He took his hand out, then slapped both hands onto her chest, grabbing hold! His hands were humungous as was the rest of him, Loni moaned as he held them. Moaned! Her eyelids fluttered, a far away look in her eye, her head tilted slightly back.
"Ooohhhh!" She said. He began to treat my wife like she was a cow that he owned, she wasn't fighting back at all. "Ooohhh!" She moaned.
"Hey Limp Dick, you got a video camera? The show is really about to start!" Another ten slipped in beside my sweety s tits.
This show was totally over! I had had enough!
"You hear me?"
"Yes, there is one in the trunk, but this is…"
"Then go git it! Why don't you hurry?" With that he stood and lifted Loni by her tits. She shrieked and grabbed his wrists. The pressure! He was squeezing hard, holding her way up in the air…by her tits! Tears ran down her face as she struggled punily. He continued milking her as he held her aloft! My wife was suffering terribly.
Wife’s Joyride_, Part 1 · Part 2 (2/2)
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