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"Wife's Joyride" - part 1
  by TDM  (Mf wife interr cheat exhib oral breast size)


The sun shone brightly through the car windows into the passenger
seat, illuminating Loni's beauty.  My wife Loni and I were taking
another 'joyride' this Sunday after church, cruising along the
crowded interstate.  A very very young bride, Loni sparkled in her
bright white church dress.  Her deep brown tanned shoulders a stark
contrast beneath the white spaghetti straps that held the dress in
place over her mammoth 42DD chest.  Otherwise a slight girl, slender
tummy, hips, and legs, the volleyball sized tits stood out proudly
and dramatically on her small 5'2" frame.  The dress reached near to
her knees, her shapely athletic legs stretching in view from there.

Her hair blew free and long behind her in our top-down convertible. 
A crystal white smile was on her teen face.  What a day! I was out
for a 'tease' with my plaything bride.  I loved the world to see her,
to see what was all mine.  How had I gotten the 'piece of ass' beside
me? Busty, athletic and 27 years younger than myself?  Her father
worked for me and they were dirt poor.  Leverage tactics and an
ironclad pre-nup and she was all mine.  Hell, she was so young our
wedding was technically illegal in most states.

Inevitably, we would drive up along an 18-wheeler truck.  I would
purposefully match speed with it so the driver could get an eyeful of
the richly tanned brown girl, the perfect 10 that was riding with me.
Golden bond around her ring finger.  She pouted at me, aware of what
I was up to.  An absolutely beautiful pout on her cover girl face.

I smiled back, then stuck out my tongue at her and indicated the
truck over her shoulder with a head nod.  Loni rolled her eyes at me
like usual, but smiled nonetheless. She knew what I wanted.  The
pout had been a tease, the first of many.

Knowing what I like, she unbuckled her seat belt.  Stretching her
arms back, arching her spine, her giant tits strained forward against
the cotton dress.  All a show for the big rig driver.  Holding that
pose, with a big smile, Loni slinked a dark toned leg up onto the
dashboard. On my orders, she had changed from her church shoes to a
pair of viciously sharp-heeled white shoes.  They were 10-inch high
heels, 3 inches of lift under the ball of her foot, an additional 7
inches in the thin heel.   She stood an even 6' tall with them on,
though they forced her feet into a tippy-toe position.  They must be
uncomfortable as hell, but they accentuated her already fit trim legs
magnificently. In this leg up position, her dress hiked several
inches up, revealing healthy, sexy legs beneath.

She glanced at me with a saucy look, and I smiled my approval. The
CB radio shocked us with:

"Woman Breaker to red convertible!"  It repeated twice in the jargon
of the CD.  It was a strong loud signal.  The CB sounds had faded
into the background of our fun drive.  Now it seems we were being
called out!

"This is red convertible driving westbound on interstate 2."  I keyed
the handset.

"That's a lovely lady you got there."  I knew at once it was the
truck beside us.  Loni's mouth formed an 'O', like she had been
caught being naughty.  Then she giggled and waved a hand over at him,
this was wonderful fun. She was twisted at the torso toward her
admirer as she waved.   I knew her big round boobs were bouncing
bralessly side to side under her spaghetti dress, though I had to
keep my eyes on the road. What a shame, I loved watching them move.

"Thanks buddy."

"Put her on."  The gravelly voice demanded.  We looked at each other
a moment.  Then I shrugged and handed her the handset.  She pressed
the transmit button.

"Hi."  Her angelic word went out without any CB jargon.  She was
beaming with excitement.  Sometimes my wife s body would distract me
from the fact that she was a teenager, on the YOUNG side of teen at
that.  The giddy way she held the CB mike drove this fact back home.
Damn, life was good.

"What's your name honey?"  The stony drawl wanted to know.  She
giggled more, mouth open in a big smile; she looked the question at
me.  I smiled too and tried to think of a sexy 'handle' we could use
for her.

"Loni Miller." I was taken aback...she had misread my smile and
answered, with her real name!

"Well Loni Miller, you are the hottest girl I've ever seen."  I am
sure the guy was telling the truth. Loni was nearly bouncing on her
passenger seat.  I was loving the fun even more than she.

"How sexy are you?"  'Woman Breaker' wanted to know, and I wondered
for the first time about his handle.  A glance at me told her I was
still into the whole thing, the misgivings just starting to form in
my mind not showing on my face.  Then she looked over at the truck
and answered.  She tried to lower her angel voice a bit, and rolled
her pretty head slightly.

"Very very sexy."  Loni said slowly, and then giggled on the air by
mistake.  Laughing harder after letting up the transmit key.  That
had been silly!

"How big are those tits?"

A loud laugh beside me.

"I can't BELIEVE he asked me that!"  She laughed to me.  "What should
I say?"

"Hell, he's already seen them; I mean he's seen the general size."

She keyed the mike in her hand.  "Do you really want to know?" Her
voice was very, very teasing, leading him on.

"Yes Loni Miller."  The deep voice insisted.

"He really wants to know hubby!  Can I tell him?"  She was anxious to
do just that.

"Yeah baby, give him a show as you tell him."  I expected maybe she
might jiggle for him.

"OK", she was totally into the exhibition, really surprising me.  The
mystery voice was a new angle to our tease game.  "Hold this for
me...wait for me to say OK."  She handed me the mike.  I slowed a bit
so the trucker could appreciate my wife without causing an accident.
There were two lanes to our left for others to pass us.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her place her hands on either side
of her rack.  She spread out the fingers of her small hands, but the
tits were WAY more than she could hold.  She told me 'ok' and I
opened the mike and held it toward her so she could be heard clearly
over the highway noise.

Kneading her chest dramatically, Loni spoke slowly.  Each word
accentuated by her playing with her balloons.  "The size...of...
these... big...tits..."  My wife was using her hands to try and lift
her breasts up and down, then push them together.
"...is...forty...two..."  Loni now was fondling and then outright
squeezing herself in front of the trucker.  Grabbing her own tits,
trying to milk herself.  "...double...D!"  Then a couple more milking
actions, working her tits toward the nipples.  I half expected her to
start geysering mommy juice.

I released the mike, she let go her bosom, giving a final
side-to-side shake for his pleasure.  She was yelling with glee and
laughing hysterically.  I was shocked; she had never done anything
like that before!

The CB was quiet except for fainter, distant voice traffic for a
while.

My wife decided to pose some more.  Shoulders back, her big rack
thrust forward, I could see that her nipples had hardened and were
now tenting out her dress material a good inch from her perfect round
orbs.  I bet the trucker could see those big hard nipple tents!  Had
I ever seen her get that excited this way before?  She flopped her
head back over the seat, looking back down the highway, seeing
everything upside down. This opened the view of her massive cleavage
to the truck driver.  She put her hands on her hips, gyrating them
slightly against the car seat. The tightness of her dress around her
wonderful hips limiting her movement.  She was giggling as she
teased.

"Red convertible, I'll give you $100 to pull over."  It was 'Woman
Breaker'.  Alarms were going off in my head, this was a bad idea. 
Loni sat back up and laughed again, she hadn't realized her admirer
was being serious.   Laughing and smiling brightly, she waved coyly at
the truck.

"No thanks buddy.  Just a traveling show...that's all."  I kept my
voice light and non-confrontational, didn't want to spoil Loni's
mood. The afternoon was young with a lot of interstate joyriding
under the blue sky ahead!

"Put Loni on." Again I sensed the element of demand in the request.
Before I realized it, I had handed the mike to my new bride of three
weeks.

"Hi..."  She said in a bedroom voice.  Loni must be high on sexual
energy; she was still having fun with him.

"Tell limp dick to pull over so I can give you $100.  You deserve
it." Loni looked at me with a coy teen smile.

"Sounds dangerous."  She said lightly to me without the mike being
on. So maybe she had gotten a sense of the gravity of the situation,
but she still had a bubbly smile, her nipples were still hard, it was
still a game for her.  I looked again at the set of her jaw, she
wanted to stop for the trucker!  She wanted to take the dare!  I
nodded side to side.

"Sorry big guy, my husband says I can't."  Loni said in a way to
tease him (letting him know she wanted to) and to jibe at me for
being a scaredy cat.

I accelerated away from the truck and we settled back into a routine
of girl watching. That is, others staring at my beautiful wife.  A
jeep without its canvas top, filled with young men closer to my
wife's age was a lot of fun.  She teased them a good 15 minutes, even
going so far as to shake her upper body causing her big chest to
dance for them.  A lot of horn sounding from the jeep was her
grateful applause.

"Loni, I saw what you did for that jeep."  It was Woman Breaker!  A
glance in my rearview showed his rig right on my back bumper!

"Pull over baby so I can give you some money."  The voice was very
stern.   I was a bit upset this guy was stalking us, and he knew my
wife's name and certainly my car license number!  My wife put her
hands on my arm.  At first I thought it was for reassurance, but then
when I saw her face, I could see that she was trying to show that she
wasn't afraid...too much.  She was afraid...but exciting out of her
mind.

This was always fun for her, this joyriding and teasing, but not
exciting (although it was for me). Cold doubts crept into my mind
again about my ability to sexually satisfy my hot young newlywed. 
Why was she so excited?  Maybe I will made love to her when we got
home from the drive.

Memory of the 'ruler incident' flashed back.  I never outright told
Loni how small my penis was, though she had offhandly asked its
measurements on occasion.  I underestimated her curiosity.

During the first week of marriage, everything was fine.  Mine was the
only penis she had ever seen, so as long as I made sure she never saw
any porno she wouldn't know any better.  One morning she was blowing
me in the study, easily engulfing my thin shaft.  I closed my eyes in
rapture just for a moment when Loni pulled her mouth off me.  I
opened them again to see that she was holding my cock with two
fingers like a pair of tweezers and the ruler from the desk was
against my shaft.  The tip of my small mushroom head reached just
barely past the '4' stenciled by the word 'inches' on the ruler.

I was upset, and went soft in her two fingers, and stayed soft for
over a week.  It didn't help when she tried to make me feel
better.  We eventually talked it out.  Yes, she had read the average
size of a dick was six and a half inches, but "Honey two and a half
inches less than average isn't very much".  You can see why I
couldn't get hard after that.  She admitted reading, and I confirmed
for her, that 7 inch, 8 inch and 9 inch cocks were common.  (I could
see her doing the math in her head, knew what she was thinking..."gee
that would be DOUBLE what you have".)   Additionally, 10 inch, 11
inch, even 12 inch and 13 inch members existed in great numbers. 
(Again the teenage face trying to hide the math equation she was
thinking..."oh shit...TRIPLE the meat that you have!).  I had to
admit to her I had seen a porno with some dude sporting a 15+ inch
real cock.  Her teen math failed her at this, she just looked at me
with her jaw open and a far away look in her eyes.

"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.


                      -- to be continued --


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