She got the all clear and I made up for lost time in all three of her holes, morning noon and night. She had been away taking an untold number of cocks and I hadn't had any where to put my cock. I stopped making love with my wife. I just fucked The Bitch as often as I wanted. For a week or two she loved it but as we moved towards the third week I could see she needed new cock again. Reluctantly I took her back out on the roads in the evenings and occasionally she scored and gave a stellar performance. On those nights the fucking she gave me afterwards was out of this world. She really thrived on being TF and obviously missed the potential danger and massive excitement. Late one Sunday afternoon I had her bent over the arm chair fucking her arse when her TF mobile beeped. She answered it instantly, I realised that it never left her side. I pounded her while she talked. I heard her say “Yes, no problem. I'll need an hour OK?” she hung up. “Come on husband of mine, fill me with your spunk PDQ! I'm being picked up at the traffic lights in an hour and have to shower, change and make sure I have everything in my suitcase. No time to waste! Fuck me and fill me!” She was ready in fifty minutes and I walked her the few hundred yards to the traffic lights. We waited. A big outfit pulled up right by us and the nearside door swung slowly open. “Andy's taking me to Turin,” she said as I watched and enjoyed the view that her short dress gave of her naked bum and cunt as she climbed up into the cab. “He'll fuck me bare-back all the time but with any others I'll insist on a rubber,” she called down as she slumped in the big seat. The door closed and the truck pulled away into the night. SHIT! That was never in the plan! Later that night the required email and photo of Andy complete with cock in my wife's mouth and vehicle arrived in my inbox. I sent back 'thanks xxx enjoy'. Over the following days my phone pinged at regular intervals. Andy's cock somewhere in The Bitch with backgrounds of rolling hills, truck lay-bys, mountains and valleys and sometimes even the inside of the truck cab filling the background. If it wasn't Andy's cock she told me who's it was. Frequently, for the last set of the day I'd get close-ups of a cock buried deep or spunk dribbling out of her well fucked cunt. It didn't always look like the same cock was emptying a load into her. At night I wanked furiously and during the day I dreaded the 'ping' of my phone. Each 'ping' said that she had just been fucked or had sucked some guy. Some bastard was fucking my wife and I wasn't getting any. The Bitch! Fuck Pandora's box, I had opened The Bitch's box and every Dick was fucking it: except me! 'Ping'! The image showed a new guy, a different cock in her mouth and a new vehicle. The message said she was off to Barcelona via Marseilles with Pete, be back soon xxx. I told her OK and went to the gym for the first time in months. I worked myself hard, sweated a great deal, showered then headed for the cafe area. Something I had never done, preferring to rush home to my gorgeous wife. I lingered over a coffee then another. A voice pulled me back to reality. “Hi, haven't seen you in ages.” she said, “and I've never seen you in here before. Are you OK?” I looked at her somewhat confused. Did I know this woman? I asked myself. “Angela,” she reminded, “we have often jogged on the treadmills side by side.” I could feel the smile of recognition spreading across my face. “Angela!” I replied with delight, “Sorry, didn't recognise you with so many clothes on.” I added with a wicked grin. “I've missed you,” she said in a concerned voice, “is everything OK?” she eased into the chair opposite me, “do you mind?” I told her I definitely didn't mind one bit and asked if she would like a coffee or something. “What's the something you're offering?” The question was delivered with her own wicked grin and I must have looked very surprised because she quickly added, “a coffee would be very welcome, thank you.” We talked a long time over coffees with neither of us showing much desire to rush off to our homes. My phone 'pinged'. “Is that your wife wondering where you have got to?” she asked in a friendly way, “tell her a mad redhead is trying to talk you into her bed and you'll be home later,” she finished with a lick of her lips. I passed her the 'phone. “It is my wife, take a look then send your own reply.” I told her. She looked startled then took the 'phone from me, automatically pressing the correct key to read the email. Her jaw dropped, she looked straight at me, her lips moved but not much coherent sound came out. She gathered herself and tried again. “Is this your wife?” she whispered in an amazed voice. “What's she doing?” I asked innocently. She stared at me. She looked at the photo again. “She's very clearly enjoying two cocks, she's being spit-roasted. There's two other guys watching both stroking their cocks.” “That's my wife,” I told her, “and that means she'll have at least five cocks filling her with spunk tonight. She'll send a close up of it leaking out later. You want to send her your message? Or would you like to check her previous messages first to check I'm not joking?” Angela looked at me with a strange mixture of concern and flushed excitement. “I'll tell you all about it later, if you want, but I really don't mind you looking through my emails.” I offered, “Anyway, you are not a redhead.” I finished with a clear challenge. “Poetic licence,” she replied as she started to flick through the emails. She could have said that it wasn't herself that she was suggesting, I reasoned to myself. She could have said it was just a silly remark to entertain but she said 'poetic licence' as if a redhead was more likely to make the suggestion than a brunette. Her face became flushed as she flicked back and forth through the emails, reading the captions and the text. Her breathing changed and she licked her lips. Eventually she stopped, tried to compose herself then looked up at me almost sheepishly. “Don't you mind?” she asked simply. “Ummm,” I began, “It started out as a bit of fun for both of us, really, I enjoyed watching her get fucked by another guy. It made my cock rock hard. After he had shagged her I'd take her home and we would have a fantastic sex over the next few days. Win/win as it were. We made a few simple rules and she was quite happy to abide by them and everything was going well.” She asked a lot of questions, how it started etc.. I filled in the details which led to more questions. I answered everything as best I could, giving even greater detail when I realised she was listening avidly and getting more animated. Eventually I suggested she look at Wednesday's evening email. She flicked through until she found the right one. Her lips moved as she read. Her face flushed with involuntary excitement. She looked at me with a stunned expression. “What does it say?” I asked. She looked down “She says Andy's fucked her at least three times a day for the last three days, always bare-back. Says she loves it and the feel of a strangers spunk pumping into her is fantastic. She's not going to use rubbers from now on. Wants to be filled and covered with spunk and you'll just have to make do with her arse or mouth until she gets the all clear in future.” she said, then added “that doesn't sound very nice. I mean, well, I much prefer a bare cock shooting a load into me but to take loads of different cocks, bare-back and all the attendant risks just for a brief sexual gratification is a bit OTT. Obviously face-fucking and anal is some form of compensation but..... It's just not right to deprive you of your part of the fun. There's nothing left for you to actually enjoy except maybe a damn good wank as you look at the photos.” The last was added with a smile that suggested there might be other, more interesting options. “That's why I'm here. No need to rush home to an empty house and cold lonely bed, is there?”, I told her. “Sorry, I'm keeping you from your home and warm bed. I'd better let you go.” I stood politely. “Sit down,” she instructed, “I'm in no rush either. My husband dumped me for a younger model. I decided 'fuck you! I'm going to have some fun' and I did. I pretty soon realised that sex with my husband was a very long way from being good, more total crap really. Anyway the cow soon discovered he was useless in bed and traded him for a younger model. He came home with his tail between his legs. I told him to fuck off and that I was having my own fun.” She paused for a moment then said “God! That felt good telling somebody all about it, cathartic is the word I think.” She looked very relieved. I grinned, “know exactly what you mean. Did you enjoy looking at the pictures of my wife getting fucked?” I asked mischievously, “are you panties nice and wet? Fancy being a suck-cessful redhead for the night?” She was about to reply when my phone 'pinged' in her hand. She looked surprised and went to hand it back to me. I told her to check it out for me and then tell me about it. “She's laying on her back. Soles of her feet are together and she's pushing her hips up toward the camera.” she said. I saw her fingers zoom in the picture. “She's very swollen, spunk is flooding from her smooth cunt. The tops of her thighs are covered. There's spunk on her belly,” the fingers scrolled the image down. “her tits are covered, her face is covered and there's spunk in her mouth and hair.” she finished. “What is the message?” I asked quietly. She scrolled to the text. “Gang-banged,” she read. “12 guys, 6 fucked my cunt, two my mouth and the rest wanked off over me! Great day, shriek, shriek, shriek 'Love You' then three kisses.” she finished. She looked at me. Her face was very flushed. “What a slut! Do you like a smooth pussy?” “Yeah, I do, very much,” I replied instantly, “Fancy a fuck?” I asked, looking straight into her eyes. Her turn to grin “Yeah, I do, very much. Let's send a txt. No wait, better idea, lets send a photo of my smooth, well fucked, spunk filled pussy, tomorrow morning!” I'm on the road to recovery, would you like to hear about it?