Written by Ian

Fact
14 Sep 2009


We returned to the UK in the very late 80's, by now Karen's health fluctuated, but we did not know the full extent to come. Also, we were under 90 minutes from family, including Grandparents that wanted to make up for not seeing our kids for a few years, so a few long kid free weekends could come our way, and of course as they got older we had to be more careful, plus our new camp was smaller than most and so our activities would need to be further away, as we said then, "Do not shit on your own doorstep".

We had dropped off the kids and had lunch and were driving home, Karen did not drive, so she could always drink, and had, and now wanted the loo. A side road truck stop was first up, just a couple of chemical toilets and three lorries, the drivers chatting near the toilets. I pulled up further on so Karen would have to walk by them and she had that understanding twinkle in her eye. She was never that good at the sexy wiggle walk but did her best, she still favored short skirts but now went bare legged or used tights mostly, bare legged today though. Her t-shirt was low cut and just loose enough for a good display and as I walked about ten feet behind her I heard a driver say he would love to park his lorry in her garage, and one of the others said much the same. I was in and out much faster than Karen and walked over to the drivers and said that if they asked nicely perhaps Karen would let them practice their parking, if one of them had a bunk in the cab, they could have a bunk up in the cab.

They were a bit incredulous but one spoke up and said he had a bunk and could use a bunk up. Karen came up to me and looked me in the eye for the signal and than asked me to hold her panties which she then passed me. Driver one smiled like the cat with the cream and I nodded at him. Karen asked which was his lorry and he led her to it, helping her up with a grope of her bum.

The cab soon rocked a little as, I was told later in the car, after a very little foreplay, driver one plowed away missionary, due to space, and managed to pop Karen's tits out of the bra and t-shirt enough to maul and lick them.

It was only about ten minutes before they reemerged, Karen looking a bit disheveled.

Driver two pointed out that he had a bunk too and they were soon away to his cab for a repeat performance. As Karen approached us once more she was still putting her tits away. Driver three asked if he could borrow a bunk but Karen said they are a bit tight and she would prefer the grass behind one of the vehicles. So driver three soon had her on her hands and knees on the grass verge, skirt round her waist and fucking her like he had to win a race. Karen came after about four minutes and driver three a minute later, emptying the third set of balls into Karen's cunt.

We quickly said farewell and retired to the car.

Karen's blood was up and she wanted to do it again before we got home. As it was the afternoon I tried to think of where we could go. The first greasy spoon we looked at did not seem to offer any joy, so further on we found an industrial estate and drove through that, again no joy.

I suggested we wait until evening and we went off window shopping and so on until dinner, and soon after that it began to get dark.

Another side road lay by appeared, with a closed burger trailer and a handful of lorries and vans. We pulled in and both got out to stretch, no toilets in this one.

Karen began to bend and stretch which brought attention. When she put her arms back and pushed her chest out it was obvious she had removed her bra. She then wandered a couple of yards into the tree line and lay down on her coat, an awful lot of leg on show. I walked up and down the vehicles to stretch my legs, well, that was the impression I was after, and one of the van drivers commented that perhaps I should not leave so nice a piece of totty unguarded. I told him that we were hoping the lay by was empty so we could be screwing by now. He said we should not let an audience put us off, in fact, he would be glad to help. I asked if he had a mattress in his van and he said no but he did have several blankets that he packed between furniture. I told him to make a nest and I would see what I could do.

Karen was getting worked up waiting so wasted no time in going to the van. I thanked the driver and asked if he minded me going first. Karen had still not put her panties on from earlier, so a quick lick and I was in. Unfortunately I did not last long, and so I said to Karen, "Sorry Dear, our friend here will have to help out!" She said he had best hurry then and he very smartly got her on her hands and knees facing the back doors, one of which was wide open.

Outside were the other four drivers, not so sheepishly looking on. I simply said, to form an orderly queue and leave her bum alone.

Karen eventually was naked and was fucked 9 or 10 times, on her back, hands and knees, on her side once, another lorry arrived and the driver joined in too. Karen was made to ride a fat sweaty Scot while he played with her "bouncing titties". Once Jock had let go another load into her dripping cunt, Karen was given a box of tissues and offered a grand tour of Scotland. We drove away home so I could have a drink and fuck her again later.

We found a nice couple that we swapped with a handful of times, and on one occasion, Karen and I were at a Halloween party as a Vampire and his victim. She wore an Ann Summers maid outfit with sooo much leg on show. An invite to carry on drinking at someones house was excepted and we followed a car to a house not far away.

There were eleven people in all but one couple left after a short while. That left the hosts, us and five men including two other Vampires. Not too original then were we.

As drink flowed we were supposed to act as would our character costume. Christine, the hostess, was in a tight black dress and boots, and had a broomstick somewhere, so as Karen started to pass out drinks and food like a maid, I tried to hypnotize Christine into taking off her dress. She could not reach the zip she said, so I tried to make her hubby, who's name I forget, to do it for her, and to my surprise, he did it. Dressed as a Warlock, hubby was then told to 'ravish the wench' and proceeded to do just that.

I could not believe it was so easy, and then told one of two zombies to strip the maid. Karen hammed it up, hand to mouth, "Oh no, please" etc, and one of the other vampires helped. So I told the other zombie to strip the witch and he was helped by hubby. At this stage a number of bits of costume had to come off. Christine soon had hubby fucking her doggy with another cock in her mouth, while Karen had a zombie between her legs as she lay flat out on the sofa. Christine was naked and Karen had on the fishnets and suspenders from her outfit, a welcome return. I got to fuck Christine next, also doggy, and a now Ex vampire, in just his socks, fucked Karen as she sat on the edge of the sofa.

Both girls were fucked in various positions, Karen's tits were well used for tit wanks, Christine's being small but shapely, and Karen fucked with her arse on the end of the sofa with her legs on her fuckers shoulders, while the host turned her head to the side and face fucked her.

Things died out later and three men left. We settled down around the place to nod off and Karen somehow managed two single beds pushed together in the spare room, not to her self though.

I awoke in bed with Christine and a visitor, so both he and I fucked her before getting up. Karen woke up with the host plus one, at a bit a loss initially, she wakes up slowly, but obviously having been well used the night before, she did not object when first the guest fucked as the host slobbered over her tits, and then the host fucked her before they got out of bed. It was only after she had taken the second load of spunk that her memory caught up to the present and she could place the faces.

A couple of one night three ups is really all there is left to report now, Karen's health went down hill, the kids got older and harder to keep away from our goings on, and, so, now she has left me and taken all the pictures of things we have done, all I have left is memories, which I have happily shared with you. The chances of ever seeing the people from over sea that had copies of the pictures is about the same as winning the lottery.

I suppose I have to try and find some one else to share love with and who will let men treat her like a cheap whore. Wish me luck.


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