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Lori had been a hotwife for several years , gradually getting more and more confident in her hot looks and sensuality. This all came to a peak one night when she served as a volunteer “model” at a fundraiser for a well known hunting organization. Her FB Clark had arranged for her participation. The group traditionally brought in a lot of young stripper types from nearby Dallas to work the crowd of (mostly) yuppie hunters so they would spend a lot on the silent auction, blackjack tables etc. Lori ran a Wheel of Fortune booth. Even though she does not have a stripper body, she is sexy galore with long legs, perky titties, pink #2 eraser sized nips, and a wide BJ smile. She more than held her own with the out of town talent. Several guys kept coming back to her booth, and they knew she was local and married. They fed her Coors light cups and she got flirtier and dirtier as the night went on. She was wearing a dress that buttoned down the back and had an irregular hem that in some places exposed a lot of thigh, and in other places came down like a Stevie nicks dress to below her knees. The neckline and bra combination had her tits on view, especially from the side. She said when she stood sideways and looked at the Wheel, she could feel the guys’ eyes bore into her chest.

As the event came to a close (I had to go home to our kids hours earlier), one guy made his move and just asked her if she would go out to his car, which was actually a new black chevy truck. She grabbed her purse and out they went. In no time, he had her black tights off and was fingering her pussy through her black lace panties. He had pulled his cock out and Lori was lightly rubbing it with her palm, making him rise up off the leather seat to increase the pressure from her hand. It was about then that I called her cell . she put her finger to his lips and answered. I said its late, whats happening? I didn’t suspect she was going to hook up that night, just flirt. She said she was helping a club member carry his silent auction winnings to his truck. She sounded out of breath, so I asked her if they were parking and she said “that’s exactly right!”. I said are you naked and she said Not yet. I asked Do I know him and she said I don’t think you do. When I asked if he knew me, she said it didn’t really matter! With that, she said they needed to finish up and she would be home later . She said later that my call seemed to release them from the tension and they attacked each other. He got her panties off and she helped him get his Dockers and jockeys off. She then put her feet on the dash and he slid two fingers into her well lubed pussy and got her rocking. She said the parking lot was far from empty . Even though she kept her eyes closed most of the time, she knew guys were walking by and getting an eyeful. At least twice he took his fingers out to wave guys away! He started up the truck for heat (it was October) and moved to a remote part of the lot. At that point he moved to the middle of the truck seat and Lori sat backwards in his lap and slid down on his cock. She said he was a short guy but had a nice sized cock and they fit together really well in the truck. In this position he finished getting her dress over her head and got her front clasp French cut bra off so she was as naked as she could be. Lori had a tubal after our last kid so she never had her guys wear a condom or pull out…He came and she stayed on his dick until the hard-on left and he fell out. She got home about 11, with her pussy as sticky as it could be, her underwear in her purse, and a hickey on the back of her neck! I got a great sloppy second ride while she gave me just a few highlights of the night.

It was a one time deal for her, as she had her hands full with several other ‘repeat customer’ lovers, but not because he didn’t try to get her out on a date again. Months later we were at a downtown mixer and a short well dressed guy came up and they started having an excited conversation, laughing and touching each other. She introduced him to me and said they met at the hunting fund raiser last fall I then knew I was looking at her October Truck F***. We went home and had some great sex as she replayed some of the foreplay stories to me. She said that he was leaking pre cum and about to spurt as she played with his dick before my cell phone call. He probably would just have gotten a hand job if not for my call.

We were in another world when we were transferred from the West Coast to New England. Before, we only knew a couple of our neighbors and seldom saw them socially. Our friends were scattered and we were more often friendly with the parents of our school age kids. At the time, we were in our early thirties.
Our New England neighbors were party animals and we quickly assimilated into the group. We met the nearest neighbors during the first few days and found that they all drank much more heavily and enjoyed partying late.
Soon, we were invited to join the neighborhood gourmet club. The first club dinner was two doors away and started with a lengthy bout of appetizers and drinks. Later, we had a fine dinner with copious quantities of wine, then after dinner drinks. We staggered home very drunk.
My wife heard the other wives discussing what they called the ‘hangover hots.’ It seems that several of the couples (more used to a lot of booze) enjoyed heavy sex sessions either after the gourmet dinners or early the next morning. Walt, one of our next door neighbors, my wife learned, was a real horndog. He also had a reputation for baking pot-laced brownies.
Several months later, Walt and Linda hosted the gourmet club dinner. As usual, there was a lot of preliminary drinking and the party lasted into the early hours of the morning. People finally began to filter out and I was ready to go home, but Diane, my wife, was flying high and wanted to stay. I could tell that there was no polite way to convince her to leave, so I kissed her and told her I was going to bed. I said that I would leave the door open for her.
I stumbled home, shed my clothes, and quickly fell asleep. Some time later, someone shook my shoulder and called my name. “Gary, Gary, wake up, wake up!”
I opened my eyes and saw Linda standing over me.
“You need to come help me get Diane home,” she insisted. “She’s really drunk and she needs your help to get home.”
I came out of my alcoholic fog and slid out of bed, forgetting that I sleep nude. Linda took a step back when I stood up and faced her…weaving a bit.
“Guess I need to get dressed, I mumbled.
Linda shook her head. “Here let me help you.”
She found my pant and a pair of house slippers and helped me get my legs into the pants while I sat on the edge of the bed. “That’s all you’ll need,” she assured me. “Let’s go get Diane.”
Linda and I walked across the yards and up to their family room door together. She reached for the doorknob and stopped. “Oh ••••, Walt, you son-of-a-bitch!” she cursed as she looked through the door’s little glass pane.
Curious, I pushed Linda aside enough to peer through the glass to see what had upset Linda. My eyes opened wide as I saw Diane sprawled on my neighbor’s sofa with her head in Walt’s lap. My neighbor had one hand down her blouse and his other hand up her dress, obviously wetting his fingers in my wife’s pussy. He had his pants open and his cock semi-stiff prick was lying alongside Diane’s face.
Linda raised her fist to bang on the door, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her.
“Wait a minute,” I whispered, “I want to see what he’ll do.”
Linda whispered back, “He’ll fuck her if he can get his little cock hard enough. He’s always been that way.”
We stood unseen at the door for a few more minutes while Walt hiked up Diane’s dress and pulled her panties to one side, surveying her light brown bush and slowly fingering her. He managed to get her blouse unbuttoned and pulled her left breast out of her bra. I watched as he squeezed her 38C boob and pulled on her little pink nipple. My stomach tightened but my cock was twitching at the same time.
“That’s more than enough for me,” Linda rasped. I looked over at her and noticed that she had her right hand between her legs, pressed tightly against her own mound right through her dress.
This time, when she raised her fist to bang on the door, I didn’t stop her. She whacked the door frame and Walt jumped like he’d been shot!
We both saw him zip up his pants and push Diane’s dress back down before he hurried to the door.
The meek look on his face was laughable. He didn’t know if I was going to slug him or hug him. Frankly, I was in no condition to do either one.
“I was just keeping Diane company until you got here,” he tried to lie.
Linda pushed him aside briskly. “Yeah, we saw how you were keeping her company, stud,” she barked. “We’ll discuss that later.”
Linda and I picked Diane up, one on each side, and gently lifted and carried her back across the yards, in our door, and up the stairs to our bedroom.
“Does she sleep like you do?” Linda asked me.
“Most of the time…unless it’s really cold,” I replied.
“Okay, help me get her out of her clothes then,” Linda ordered.
We had no problem with her blouse because it was still mostly unbuttoned. I raised her up and removed her bra while Linda unzipped my wife’s dress and slowly pulled her panties down her legs and off her now bare feet. I rolled Diane onto her side and pulled the sheet up over her inert form.
“I’ll walk you home, Linda,” I volunteered.
“Not necessary,” she countered. “I know my way and there’s nobody around this time of morning anyhow. Take care of Diane. Let me know what she has to say when she wakes up. If she wants to talk, have her call me anytime. I’m sorry about what happened. Walt just can’t help himself sometime. Don’t be too upset, okay?”
“I’m okay, Linda, don’t worry about it,” I half-lied.

There were more adventures after that...