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Subject: {ASSM} Pit Stop
Date: Thu, 25 Oct 2001 12:10:02 -0400
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I was working as a cocktail waitress at one of those dive type topless
bars. No high scale club here, blue collar and sometimes no collar or
manners. Just the way my husband liked it I suppose. He enjoyed
watching, and sharing me on occassion. I didn't need to work at all, I
could have done other things, but he couldn't get enough of flaunting me
in front of other men, and I suppose I enjoyed the excitement also. I
had worked as a dancer before but at 31yo I would have had to take on
the role of house mom. No thanks. I still had what it takes, petite
body, fair skin, black curly hair, beautiful face, but the
curvaciousness was missing along with a needed tit job. Natural and full
but starting to droop. 

It was a Friday and we had planned to drive up to Vegas after I got off
work around 5pm. I had dressed comfortably for work that day, white
shorts, black top, and no hose. About 50 miles outside of Kingman, Az. I
was feeling tired and restless, and when I'm tired and restless I do
nasty things. I unzipped the old boy's shorts and starting playing with
his cock via my tootsies. He has always had some sort of foot fetish so
oblige him with pedicures and a grooming of my feet which seemed
rediculous at one time in my life, but now a staple of my overall
makeup. Rubbing over the denim shorts and then inside the zipper to the
point all six" came to attention. He never wears underwear for some
reason, blames it on the war?, but makes it easy for foot sex. 

Once in Kingman he said he would like to get a room, too tired to press
on the extra 100 miles. I just assumed he wanted to do me and couldn't
wait. It was fine with me, my toes were fatigued also. We got a $25 dive
of a room, can't get away from those dives, can I? The shower curtain
was torn and the first thing I removed was the bedspread. Hubby wanted
to go uptown for a couple hours, showcase me briefly in a bar, get it up
again, and fuck my brains out. Nothing unusual there. I put on some skin
tight jeans, and white halter top but that woundn't do. So I put on a
short wrap around skirt with buttons and slit up the front with a pink
crocheted top and he loved that. 

We went about 4 miles up the main drag and found a C&W club or bar more
like it. The age scale ranged from 21 to 70, bad band, and no new wave
music with this group. Hubby made his way to the other end of the bar to
watch me and I hooked up right away with a couple misfits. Steve, a
middle 30's, half attractive cowboy, and Walt, his buddy, late 40's,
beer belly and red hair and one big belt buckle. I enjoyed their company
more after about two beers and one shot of JD. I played up to Steve, the
more attractive of the two and put my hands all over him and he me. I
figured hubby's penis was just about right. The misfits claimed to be
truckers and they seemed to be sincere in that only. After a couple
hours, hubby found me in the hallway and told me to pull up stakes and I
told him I wasn't ready to go yet, and he left in a huff and told me to
catch a cab. He always thinks he's punishing me in some way, but in
reality, I love him but not in love with him. 

1am and closing time and I was still there with Steve and Walt. They
asked me if I wanted to see their truck and I said sure, thinking it was
parked outside somewhere. We walked to an old blue pick up truck and
after I joked about it and I'm sure they liked my sense of humor, they
told me they were going to take me to it. I sat next to Steve on the
passenger side and wanted him to fuck me at some point. They stopped at
a liquor store and got some beer and when they got back in Walt was
sitting next to me and Steve driving. Walt told me to get in his lap
because of the gear shift and I did so. My skirt was just about up to my
panties and both of Walts hands were on my inner thighs. We drove 20
miles east to a truck stop and stopped at another old looking big rig. I
couldn't get any break on newness on this journey. Steve got out and
climbed up in the cab of the truck. There I sat in Walts lap sipping
beer. He slipped his gruff hand up my top and starting playing with
right tit and squeezing my nipple. I have large nipples and easier to
find than most. He was kissing my neck and I was feeling rather hot and
good, whether it was Walt or anybody. 

After Walt and I made out for about 15 minutes and his cock was sticking
in my ass, we made our way to the cab of the truck and took up the same
position on the passenger side. Only this time he had both hands under
my pink top, and asked if my pussy was as pink. Real suave, artilculate
guy that Walt. I started to climb into the bunk and Walt reached up and
pulled my panties off beforehand and I giggled, always my only defense.
I never saw those panties again. Once in the bunk, Walt couldn't get my
top button of my skirt undone so just yanked it loose, evidence for
hubby I thought. Oh well. Butt naked and on my back, Walt grabbed my
legs around my knee area and yanked me down to his erect cock and forced
it in my mouth. Already gooey from the excitement I had created he
pumped my mouth with varying speeds, until he finally slid down and
pushed me up against the curtain on the side window. In the small light
it created I saw Walts face and remembered the movie Deliverance, he
must have starred in it. When he rolled me over for doggie I saw thru
the crack in the curtain and Steve was beating his dong. Holy shit, he
is no better than my husband, I thought. Walt took his hand and rubbed
my front door and back door simultaneously giving me an anxious moment,
he was rather thick down there. But he entered the front door, and as he
was finishing up I could see outside and wondered if I might end up in
LA or the midwest in a few days. But they were gracious enough to take
me back to the dive I missed at sunnup. Hubby shook his head, but I knew
he loved it, he had a whole new experience to think about now.

Once in Vegas I slept all day. I always wondered if golden boy didn't
plan it that way from the begginning. He had a new sex story and saved
$500 by keeping me away from the slots. Who knows?

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