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It was late into the night and the only sight Wendy could see out the front passenger side window was black, broken up by the occasional light of a nearby car that her husband either was passed by or passed. In the back her 19 year old daughter slept next to her 10 year old son. If she was not looking out the window she was looking at them. This was one of those family road trips to Florida that they so often took in the summer. It had been sometime since they started and the fatigue of the journey started to wear on her husband.
Wendy spied a sign out in the distance.
“There’s a rest stop ahead.” she said in a sort of cold and tired tone that was more reflective of the worn out feeling of her marriage rather than the trip. They had married young, both at the age of 22. They and their daughter a year later. Currently at the age of 42, she was feeling more and more resentful of her choice to throw her life in with this man, her first love. Seeing her daughter rapidly approach that age where she committed to him, living a much of fulfilled life was not helping. She felt empty and alone despite being surrounded by friends and family.
Her husband Daniel nodded in response as he started to slow down and exit the highway. Driving slowly along the line of cars, Wendy’s husband parked a decent distance away from the actual rest area. Wendy was slightly annoyed but held her tongue, as she did with most of her complaints and grievances.
Without so much as checking on his wife, Daniel simply adjusted his seat and leaned back to take a nap.
“Wake me in three hours.” was all he said to Wendy who simply stared out the window. It was irritating for her to put up with how insistent her husband was to make as few stops as possible and forgoing anything like a hotel to break up the trip. Wendy needed a proper sleep in a bed and a thorough wash. She was going to get none of those things.
Wendy let out an inaudible sigh as she opened the door and walked out to stretch her legs. She was a very tall woman, not just for a Chinese national, at 5’10. Her torso was short and her legs made up most of that length. Just as long was her raven black hair that ended about two inches past her shoulders. Wendy raised her arms to the night sky to stretch, making the curves of her C-cup breasts more pronounced alongside her modest ass. When finished she made her way to the rest stop building.
The air was hot and making her oversized T-shirt stick to her sweaty body. Her old basketball shorts clung to her ass and left little to the imagination as her flip flops sounded off into the quiet night. She passed a number of cars and saw the same sight over and over again, weary travelers sleeping for a few moments before setting off on the road again.
Inside the building with various fast food counters was largely devoid of people. Wendy could count on one hand the number of other souls that occupied the large space, including the workers. She made her way to the counter of a small cafe and order a coffee, feeling lucky that there was someone to take her order. There was a booth at the far end of the cafe where she settled down with her drink and leaned back. It was largely isolated and no one could see her unless they walked all the way to the end where nothing but a wall with a tacky picture hung would greet them. The change of scenery helped clear her mind but the heat of the summer during the walk over made her uncontrollably horny.
Wendy had not had satisfying sex in years and often had to resort to pleasing herself, sometimes three or four times a day. Her sex drive had always been high and her husband, her very first lover, never could keep up. The trip had made her skip a few sessions and she was at her limit. Wendy looked around and deemed it was safe to relieve herself, so long as she kept quiet.
Her breathing quickened as she leaned and sunk into the booth. Wendy moved her hands under her shirt and started to play with her breasts under her simple grey bra. One hand moved down her short torso and into her shorts where she moved her matching grey panties away and started to tease her already wet pussy. Wendy bit her lip as her left hand started to pinch her hardened nipple. Underneath Wendy’s shorts, her right hand was busy circling her clit, picking up speed as she closed her eyes and dreamed of better men fucking her.
Wendy continued her normal routine of getting herself off as she moved her legs up onto the booth seat and spread them. She was drooling as her left hand alternated between her breasts before settling on her left side. Typically Wendy had a vibrator buzzing inside her pussy, but for now she had to make do with just her finger on her clit to cum. She was getting close as her breathing became more and more erratic in an attempt to keep her moans down. Wendy opened her eyes and her heart nearly stopped when she saw that there was now a man sitting across from her in the booth with his cock firmly on his hands.
She looked up and down at the man. His face was an oily mess with a thick bird’s nest of a beard about him, hiding what she knew would be many chins looking at his weight. His eyes looked almost as if they were two different sizes and had crusted bits of dirt in varying colors of yellow. They seemed to pierce through her very core as she watch them scan her body in such a perverse position. Her legs trembled as she felt his gaze cover every inch of her exposed skin of her long legs. His lips looked dry and cracked but shined with an odd sheen, curled into a devious and dangerous grin. He wore a small beat up jean jacket over a discolored white T shirt of a hundred different stains that did little to hide his weight and both articles looked a size too small.
However, there was one detail that Wendy was particularly fixed on. His enormous white cock that was throbbing in his hands as he stroked it up and down. It looked like nothing she had seen before and her eyes locked onto every detail as they grew wider.
She said nothing but her pace picked up, never stopping even when she discovered she had a surprise audience. If anything, it only amplified the burning sensation in her sex as the tingling feeling all over her skin increased in intensity. Wendy did her best to keep quiet and she would have had a silent session if not for the last minute or so when she came violently. A small and short lived shriek escaped her lips as her body seized up and shook to the very core as Wendy came and squirted all over the table between her and the fat, old, white man across from her. Wendy gasped for air as her eyes felt heavy. She struggled to keep them opened as she watch the man in front of her still slowly stroking his cock. On his shirt appeared to be a few new stains and it was unmistakably her juices that had found their way there.
The man looked around the room and got up, his cock still proud and exposed as he walked his way over to Wendy. He stopped in front of her with his massive member just a breath away from her lips. Wendy looked up with pathetic eyes as he peered down at her with a smug grin.
He didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to.
Wendy only paused for a moment before she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She licked the tip of his cock that was already slick with precum. Wendy only used the tip of her long tongue at first, but slowly she started to show just how long it was, slathering his meat with a thick coating of her spit. Moans were becoming more and more pronounced from Wendy but her partner remained silent as she started to loose any sort of control. Her hand was once again resuming the same motions that brought her to climax just seconds before. The digesting man watch intensely as Wendy continued to explore every surface of his cock with her tongue, occasionally looking up at him. It would seem that Wendy was beginning to find out just how far her lust would take her.
Just as sudden as her first, Wendy found herself in another orgasm as she howled quietly as she came again. It seemed far more intense than before as all she could think about was the pungent smell and powerful taste that was assaulting her senses, even when she broke from them to climax. She looked up at the man who was buckling his belt, stowing away his cock that Wendy was just servicing.
“Come on back to my truck.” He said quietly as he left.
Wendy was quick to her feet. The smell and sight of him repulsed her now that she regained some semblance of sense, but still she found herself cleaning her mess just a bit and flip flopping her feet a small distance behind him to the rear parking lot where the trucks were stationed. The walk seemed to drag on forever, even longer than the one she took earlier. Her pussy seemed to ache and her mouth was watering to the point where she needed to swallow pretty regularly just to keep herself from drooling like an idiot. It was torture and seemed to be a new personal hell tailored just for her.
Finally she reached the truck and saw the white stranger just stand there near the door. Wendy was confused and expected him to open the door but he just stood there.
“Well? This dick ain’t going to suck itself” the man said finally breaking the silence. He had a slight southern accent that seemed to echo in Wendy’s mind. Suddenly she understood what was going to happen.
Despite looking around and knowing the very real possibility of being seen, she walked over only after a moment’s hesitation. Gulping, Wendy dropped to her knees in a squat before the man’s crotch. Her fingers danced quickly and unfastened his belt. Wendy let out a small gasp when his cock sprang from the elastic top of his boxers and her eyes went wide at the barely illuminated member before her.
Wendy resumed what she was doing before at the booth but this time taking more of the cock into her mouth. Her jaw already hurt just accommodating the tip but it barely registered in her mind.
“Fucking pathetic little chink” the man whispered just loud enough for Wendy to hear. The slur caught her attention but it was only for a moment where a flash of rage ignited in her chest. Wendy had little time to react as the man took her by the head with both his hands and started to aggressively pump into Wendy’s mouth. She shrieked in a muffled mess as she raised her hands to stop him and push off from his thighs. It was doing nothing to slow his movements and if anything encouraged him to go hard and faster, making Wendy take more and more of his cock with each thrusts. Wendy could barely breath as she was choking on his cock for however long he was deemed appropriate.
“Fuck yeah it’s so tight!” He said through gritted teeth. Wendy gagged and coughed onto his cock which only amused him more.
“Aw yeah just like that!” The man said with a hoarse chuckle.
Wendy felt as if she was going to pass out from being suffocated with his cock, but as things were getting dark, Wendy felt a rush of air fill her lungs as the man took out his cock in a loud pop sound when his head escaped the air tight clutches of Wendy’s lips. She could not help but cough violently as she struggled to regain some composure. It was taking far too long and Wendy found herself pulled to her feet and pushed against the door of the truck. Wendy was too busy catching her breath to realize her shorts were being aggressively pulled off and slipping down onto the floor around her ankles. It was only until she felt a hard palm slap her across both cheeks in quick succession that she turned around and seeing the man aiming his cock right for her flooded pussy.
“Wait-!” Wendy started to say before feeling the man pull her panties to the side and jamming his hard cock right into her. She screamed but was quickly silence by his swift and wide hand. Wendy moaned into his palm as it got slick with his saliva that was trickling out of her mouth. Meanwhile, he pussy was also trickling juices down her legs as the man pumped her violently from behind.
“Shut your slant mouth up!” the man said in a terribly angry tone that stuck an unfathomable amount of fear into Wendy as her eyes went wide from the danger she felt from this man all while he brought her to another quick climax. The only sounds Wendy could make were terrible groans that were muted by the man’s rough hand. His other hand was exploring her body, feeling every available surface before bringing one of her legs up as he continued to fuck her harder and harder. Wendy seemed to be cumming non stop as the man grunted behind her.
Finally she felt something change between her legs. It seemed impossible but the massive rod that she was taking, going deeper into that any before, suddenly got bigger. The pulse of it was getting more and more intense and the temperature of it was rising.
“Fuck!” The man said loudly and clearly, echoing in the empty night and bouncing off the sides of nearby trucks. Suddenly, Wendy felt a burning inferno rush into her body, filling her up with a hot and sticky sensation as her eyes went wide and her body arched and seized in place. Her mind was going blank and every fiber of her being was resonating with a force she never even dreamed of.
There was no telling how long Wendy was in that state. The next thing she knew she found herself waking up next to a nearby dumpster next to the rest stop. In a panic she got up and cleaned herself off the best she could and hurried back to the car. Looking at her watch she found that she was only gone for two hours or so and started to calm down as she quietly slipped back into her seat with her family still sleeping.
Wendy looked out the window with an empty gaze as the adrenaline started to wear off. There was still a healthy amount of that stranger’s cum in her pussy and she could still smell his stench on her body. Her heart was still racing as it dawned on her as to what had just awaken inside her.
The myriad of thoughts came to an abrupt halt when Wendy heard a tired yawn from her husband. She quickly looked over and saw him shake off the post nap weariness.
“God you smell awful.” He said in a tired voice.
Wendy said nothing and simply stared.
“Sorry. I’ll get us to a hotel now. I’m sure we all smell just as bad.” Daniel said as he started up the car and returned to the road. Wendy was still silent as she stared into the night, still thinking about how the best sex she had was with a stranger that wasn’t her husband, outside a dirty rest stop in the open.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7qouhl/rest_stop_milf_mf_cheating_reluc_raceplay_exh
Nice story.