Language: English / Genre:home_sex / Series: Patch pocket

Hitchhike wife

Heather Brown



Heather Brown

Hitchhike wife

CHAPTER ONE

It was another drizzling Saturday. As usual I sat alone and horny, looking out the window at the gloom. It was almost noon, but I still hadn't been able to summon the energy to dress.

Phil. Phil. I called his name to myself. Phil Manners. Mrs. Phil Manners.

That was me. Mrs. Phil Manners. Sherry Manners. God, when he'd popped the question, I'd said yes so fast that he hadn't been able to finish the sentence. I wanted that big hunk of handsome trucker all to myself. I thought all I had to do was get him to utter those wedding vows and I'd have him forever. We'd live happily ever after.

What I didn't realize at the time, of course, was that no matter how big and handsome he is, a trucker is a trucker. Nobody owns one of those guys. Including my Phil.

Don't get me wrong. Phil still loves me. And God knows how I love him. It's just that it's impassible for a trucker to stay in one place all the time. Which means he's exposed to a lot of temptation on the road. Even though I knew Phil loves me, I also know he probably fucks around some on the road. Especially over two years after our wedding. I try and tell myself that I should get used to the idea, but it still tears me up inside.

When Phil comes home, the first thing he wants to do is fuck. Naturally, I always spread my pussy open for him faster than you can say Jack Robinson. But, sometimes, when he pulls out his long stiff cock and gets ready to slip it inside my cunt, I wonder how many other women he's been feeding his prick to since I saw him last.

It's even worse when I give him a blow-job. I imagine that I can taste the lingering scent of other pussies. Or is it just my imagination? The doubt kills me so I just suck harder and harder so he'll come in my mouth right away and maybe I can forget my doubts in a hail of cock-juice.

But frequently when his jizz starts shooting out into my mouth, the doubt and jealousy get even worse. I wonder how many other women have swallowed a load of my man's sweet sperm since he went out on the road.

Right now, though, I was so horny that I would have endured any frustration or humiliation just to have Phil's beautiful cock in my mouth or pussy, no questions asked. But no dice. It would be at least a week until he came home from the road. Longer if he had any trouble.

In the meantime, what was I supposed to do with my itching pussy? I really was as horny as I could get.