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I quickly pulled over into the parking lot of a 7-11 and tried to think. I had to fight my panic down. Good god, with her all hot and bothered like she obviously is, what will happen without me there to sort of act as an anchor?

Maybe that was the wrong word. Anchor. I didn’t want to be an anchor so mush as a spouse who she could depend on to help her in tough spots.

But I had to be honest with myself, I was concerned that some of those horny truckers, away from their wives and families, might enjoy seducing her in her obvious state of need. If she was indeed flashing her hairless little kitty at them on the road, and her incredible breasts as well, they had every right to deduce that she was easy game for their own carnal satisfactions.

I had to think about something else or I would have gone off the deep end. In my semi panic, it was hard not to visualize her gorgeous gams in the air and a fat bellied trucker between her thighs. But I had to put that aside and figure out how to find her.

Too nervous and scared to sit in my pickup, I got out to get a soda from the 7-11. The clerk was an obese smelly woman from India, complete with red dot between her eyes. And what a bitch! She finally made change for my twenty-dollar bill and I went back out to my pickup. I was standing there, leaning up against the fender, thinking, when I heard my radio rattle. I opened the door to hear my handle being said in a female voice. The voice was my darling wife’s!!!!!!!!!! I could tell she was crying. “Baby, please baby, answer me back. I am lost honey. These nice men are trying to help me find you sweetheart! Please answer me.” She kept going on and on, not realizing I could not answer back while she was on the mic.

One of the truckers must have clued her in because she finally let go of the mic button. I radioed back my position and thanked the truckers for their invaluable and much appreciated help. About three minutes later a whole convoy of bob-tail cabs came down the street following a little pink TT. I have never in my life been grateful to see a pink vehicle before. But right then there was nothing in the world I would have rather seen!

Sheila leaped out of her car, crocodile tears still streaming down her face, and launched herself into my arms. She smothered me with kisses and in between sobs told me how sorry she was for getting lost and how worried I must have been and how the truckers had all gotten together to broadcast on all possible channels looking for me. My whole face was wet from her tears and her kisses before she sort of ran out of steam. Then she said, “Honey, I told all these nice men I would buy them beers if they would help me find you.” She turned to the truckers, her shoulders already back, those incredible knockers thrust out, those nipples fully visible, her self confidence obviously renewed, and asked the group of goggle eyed lusting men where they wanted to go for beer and dancing on her. I hope she didn’t mean that literally. The ‘dancing on her’ part.

So we ended up at a truckers bar dancing to a juke box, swilling beer. About ten I realized we had better get a motel room before they were all filled up. I mentioned that to Sheila, but she just grinned at me and told me to go find one and she would stay with her group of new best buddies.

She giggled when she saw the look of consternation on my face. She turned me around, smacked me on my butt, and told me to get going to find us a room to stay in! I heard her yell “WaaaaaHOOOO” as I closed the door to the bar.

Sacramento must have been having a Shriner’s convention or something, because I had a terrible time trying to find a room. There simply were none left. One nice fellow even called around to every place he knew of and could not roust up even a prostitute’s room for us to use.

So about midnight I got back to the bar to find the bar jam-packed full of truckers. Sheila informed me that her buddies had gotten on the horn and clued the rest of the truckers out there that Sheila, the sexy lady in the pink TT, was buying beer for everyone.

My wife was dancing every dance with truckers who were obviously horny as hell! Hands were feeling her butt as they pulled her ass to them. She was grinning from ear to ear as her fiercely hard-nippled breasts were squashed against their bellies and chests. One guy was so tall that I could not believe he could fold up enough to get into a damn truck cab. When Sheila danced with him, her tits were right as the level of his cock. My wife seemed to really be getting a thrill out of that.

Finally I was able to get her attention. I told her that we had no room to stay in and we would have to drive farther down the highway to find one. Sheila was not the least concerned! She marched straight up to the mic and announced that we needed a cab-over to sleep in that nigh!

Every trucker in the place raised his hand to volunteer their truck for her to sleep in.

So Sheila decided there would have to be some sort of contest to determine who’s bed she would sleep in. She thought for a few moments, then shouted out, “OK GUYS, WHO SAW ME EARLIEST TODAY?”

Some of the men were obviously lying, because we weren’t even on the highway yet when they said they had seen her little pink car. Sheila giggled at that and volunteered that she was still walking around naked on the beach at that time! That was greeted with raucous wolf whistles and “Show us Sheila! Show us what every one on the beach go to see!”

And for gawd’s sake, she did.

She pulled her top down and her dress up and here was my wife giving a bar full of truckers the best view they had ever had. The roof almost came down from the noise. My mouth was wide open collecting flies as I stared at my nearly nude wife displaying all her charms for these horny guys.

Standing there nearly nude, making no attempt to cover her charms, she finally found a man who seemed to have a verifiable story of very early contact, a visual sighting so to speak. So to put an end to the contest, she told him she would stay in his cab. It was clear that the man thought he had died and gone to heaven. Every pair of Levi’s there had an obvious bulge by the time she pulled her top up, and let her dress drop.

There was a general groan from the rest of the men. Sheila, my darling wife, then announced to the entire Association of California Truckers (at least it seemed that way) that she would give each of them a complimentary ticket that would be good forever to any of her concerts!

Her concerts?

My wife was giving concerts? What kind of concerts was my wife giving? Did they call it a concert when a woman danced naked? There had to be some sort of rationale for this.

Too surprised to even ask what the hell she was talking about, I quickly decided that this was her night, not mine, and kept my mouth shut. My wife is an intelligent woman, usually, and I finally convinced my nagging suspicions that she knew what she was doing.

From her purse, she pulled out a stack of tickets that said “Innocence” in flowery letters and gave her email address as HYPERLINK "mailto:InnocentOne@innocence.com" InnocentOne@innocence.com. She signed the back of each one, giving it to each trucker with an affectionate kiss on their cheek. About half the guys actually blushed when she kissed them!

It was now crystal clear that my wife was no longer shy nor bashful. She was no longer inhibited nor afraid to be a sexual being. I could not help but wonder what this meant for our marriage, or for me.

About a half hour later, everyone but the lucky trucker had left. Grinning widely, Sheila took the man’s arm and allowed him to escort her to his truck. I could tell that her plump jutty breast was pressed firmly against his arm.

The man looked back at me as though to ask ‘What the hell are you doing following us?’

Sheila giggled and murmured in his ear that I was her husband.

The man asked, “He’s not going to stay in the truck with us, is he?” The disappointment in his voice was obvious.

We arrived at his truck before Sheila had a chance to answer him. The man helped my wife up into his truck and followed her up, his face looking straight up under her dress at her naked little hairless kitty and that fine ass of hers. One look at that and I think he totally forgot I was there. He closed the door behind them as he eagerly followed my wife toward the bed in the back of his cab.

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