The Long Trip part 3

I left the truck stop, with a steaming cup of coffee and the salty taste of "Big Daddy's" sperm. For an old coot he could run with the best of them.I headed for Amy's place, and when I got there, rang her up. She had gone to her cottage and didn't expect me until the next day, she said to make myself comfortable , and the door man had instructions to let me in should I arrive early. I walked into the lobby after parking my truck in two spaces. Garret was the doorman,  a sexy blonde brute, with crystal blue eyes. His back was wide and his physic was drool worthy. When he spoke I just about creamed.  He was a Kiwi, and his accent was adorable. He took me up the lift, and I wanted to climb him right there. I invited him for a drink after his shift, and he consented, he looked me up and down and smiled. I was surely in for a treat at 6:10 when his shift ended. He handed me Amy's spare key and kissed my hand...My heart fluttered, I wanted him right there!

I  groped for his wank, and he pushed towards me, and kissed me on the neck, my pussy boiled.  He turned and stroked my arm as he walked away til our fingertips parted. I felt his hunky meat before he left, and I salivated for the next 6 hours. Sometimes pacing.

Amy had several bottles of wine in the fridge with a note for me to have some. I uncorked a bottle and let it breathe about 6pm, waiting for my down under hunk. The bell rang like clockwork at exactly 6:10. I ran to the door, and leaned on it as he came in. This gorgeous man had a healthy bulge, and a beautiful ass. I couldn't wait to unwrap this seductive package. I took him by the hand and led him to the first bedroom Amy had instructed me to use. We were already lip locked when we fell into the bed, his manly hands grasping my wetness. A big finger parted my panty and went straight inside me. I clutched onto him as I gushed. He pushed me back and licked his way from my lips, taking a tour around my breasts, down my abs to my pulsing cock pocket. He thrust his tongue in and began sucking my twat rotating his tongue on my clit. No doubt he was a pro. He reached both hands up and squeezed my tits, gently playing with my nipples. I was in Heaven. We humped and sucked and rolled each other over. By 8pm we were exhausted.  And he lay there naked, sporting his blonde bush and ample wanker. I marveled at this perfect specimen.  And we cuddled and dozed off. I woke to a pungent smell coming from her balcony,  Garret had lit a spliff and I rushed out to smoke some, wearing just my panties. He rubbed my ass as I inhaled the weed. I love getting high and fucking, and we left the sparkling city lights behind for the bedroom once more. He was an excellent lover, and I was totally infatuated with him. 

Thats when I noticed his wedding band. I asked if the ring was significant, and he said "Yes! My wife gave it to me!" Turns out the gorgeous fucker was married,  I  wanted to be mad, but really I was just jealous. He got dressed and left unceremoniously. 

I spent the rest of the evening finishing up the wine and the spliff. Then fell asleep realising I'd had four men in four days. And I smiled.