It was about ten days later. I got home from work to find her dressed to go out, and get fucked. I was told that Jean, the French lorry driver, had phoned. He would be at the lorry park with two fellow drivers and was headed for the Sunderland area. A three night trip and did The Bitch want to join them? I wasn't consulted. She had been into town and purchased some essential supplies, two one dozen packs of condoms! Everything she thought she might need was already packed in a hand luggage suitcase parked by the front door. I just had time to eat the sandwiches and drink the coffee The Bitch had prepared. It had all been arranged. We would meet the drivers in the cafe. If the Bitch and I were comfortable she would go with the first to his cab and get fucked. On returning she would go with the second. She would spend the rest of the period with Jean. I could stay if I wished or leave whenever I wanted. Jean would fuck her again before they started out then she would move from cab to cab at each subsequent rest stop. The drivers would supply everything she needed and ensure she got home safe and sound. I added my own 'rules' to which The Bitch readily agreed. The two new drivers were very acceptable being young, quite handsome and very polite. They even spoke enough English to hold a reasonable conversation. The Bitch was in the cab of the first within fifteen minutes of our arriving. I stayed and talked with the other two until she returned. I went with her for the second fuck and watched her suck and fuck while totally ignoring my presence. It made me feel bad watching her fuck without any thought for me. It also made me feel incredibly horny for her sloppy cunt. When we returned for Jean I told him that I was going to fuck her before he got his cock inside her. I left soon afterwards and drove home with thoughts of my lovely wife being fucked god knows how many times by all and sundry before she returned to me. My cock was rampant! Emails awaited me when I reached home, all from The Bitch. Attached were photos of the guys, their cocks either in her  mouth, hands or cunt and her with each standing beside their lorry showing the company name and registration plate clearly. Good Bitch! They would all be added to her virtual trophy wall. I next heard from her the following morning, they were parked in a truck stop on the A1 north of Doncaster. A photo of her naked but for a pair of short ankle boots, leaning over with her arms resting on a truck step. A guy was fucking her doggy while four more watched, two of them stroking their cocks in preparation for their own turn at her. Her caption read '4 fucked - 2 sucked!' The email said the boys chipped in for some credit on her mobile phone so they could easily contact the 'Trucker Fucker' (and so could their friends). She was off towards Carlisle with Mike (the one with the beard stroking a nice sized cock) and please would I get a couple gross of jonnies for when she returns. Love You, your obedient Bitch. Xxx PS Video made of the car-park group test. A second email had a photo of her, Mike and the truck as required. I sent back 'Good Bitch, enjoy and tell me everything when you return. Don't get sore! Do you need more lube? Your loving husband. Xxxx Y xxx My phone pinged late afternoon. 'Mike made me travel naked from the waist down, feet high up on the acres of dashboard and play with myself. Have suction cup phone holder so you can watch vid when I'm home. Stopped near Brough, gave Mike a blow-job while he called his mate Andy. See attached. Andy meeting us both close Penrith. Mike heading home so will fuck me and pass me over to Andy to cum south. All GOOD! Love you Xxxx Ping! 'Three loads from Mike today! Two into rubbers and one in my mouth. He has stamina! Wouldn't mind him bareback next time, OK? Showered at services, Mike fed me (food) off home to wifey. Andy looks fun – see attached. Headed for Southampton over night. OK for lube, jonnies getting short. Love You! Xxxx I had a phone call just before midnight. I wasn't asleep, I was having a wank imaging what my wonderful wife was doing and where. Somehow it felt totally different from when I was at the truck stop talking to the two French drivers while she was in a cab getting screwed by the third. Then I knew exactly where she was, exactly what she was doing and had a pretty good idea when she would return. Now, laying in my bed and stroking my cock all I knew was that she was with another guy or more. She was either being fucked, had been fucked or was soon going to get fucked. So many imponderables. So many variations on each. My hand was almost a blur of action as I worked through and imagined each possibility. I picked up my mobile, saw it was her calling and slowed my hand to a steady stroking. “Hi, Sweetheart!” “Hello My Darling Husband! We are on the 34, stopped in a big lay by full of truckers. Andy and me are on the bed, both naked and I'm bouncing up and down on his cock! He's got a lovely knobbly cock Darling and nice big hands, ouch! He's squeezing my tits as I fuck him and talk to you. I'll be all bruised when I get home. I didn't wake you did I? What are you doing?” “I'm in bed, naked. My legs are wide apart and having a wank while thinking of you getting fucked by some stranger. I did the same last night and it was the best ever. Love You.” “Love you too Sweetheart. Gotta go,Andy needs to get some sleep and I'm not letting him do that until he has shot his load. Love you. Byeee.” she hung up and I tossed myself off hard and fast thinking of Andy's cock buried deep in her cunt then being licked clean afterwards. Ping! 'Steve, see attached, said he could drop me off close to home if I gave him a blow-job. Told him he could fuck me for that kind of service! See you later. Love You Xxxx.' When I got home from work the house was full of the smell of dinner being cooked. My wonderful wife looked absolutely ravishing in her best 'fuck me outfit'. Boots, stockings, under-bust corset topped off with far too much make-up and bright red lipstick! “It's a casserole,” she said simply, “it can cook as long as we like – let's go to bed. I've got loads to tell you, My Darling Husband. More?