3 - Shared on the Scenic Route #2
“We’d like a room, Mike,” Lori told him before Charlie could jump in and start asking about bars and restaurants and what they absolutely needed to see before they left town.
“You don’t have a reservation, right?”
Lori sighed, pressing her lips together. “No, we don’t. Is that going to be a problem? We’re on a road trip and never really sure—”
“Where we’re going to end up,” Charlie finished for her.
“Not a problem at all. We’re pretty empty here right now.” Mike laughed. “Force of habit to ask about reservations.”
He grabbed a set of keys then led them to an old elevator, rickety and metal.
All three of them fit too snugly into it, and Lori found herself pressed closer to Mike than she would have expected.
He acted like he didn’t notice, talking politely about the history of the building and how it changed the flow of tourism in the area.
Lori had thought it an area that didn’t command much tourism, and after listening to Mike, she realized she was right.
“When people first started with long car trips though”—Mike affectionately tapped the side of the elevator—“this was the place to be.”
They got out at the top floor and walked down the long, plush hallway to a door at the far end. Mike turned the key to expose the massive room to them, huge windows gazing out over the town and that glowing sunset just reaching its curtain call.
“Are all the rooms this big?” Lori asked, standing breathless in front of the view.
“No, I upgraded you two to the honeymoon suite.” He shrugged with a laugh. “In case you wanted to have a night of romance.”
Lori wasn’t sure what possessed her to do what she did next.
Maybe it was the relief of finally being somewhere fancy or maybe it was a spurt of stimulation after days of boredom.
Maybe she just had a thing for polite, sleepy-eyed men.
Whatever it was, she crossed to where Mike was, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard on the mouth.
To her surprise, Mike kissed back for a long moment then yanked away and raised his hand as if in apology.
Charlie cleared his throat; Lori heard him swallow. “Um, Lori? What—”
“I have no idea,” she answered quietly. “I truly don’t know.”
Mike closed the door and stood in front of it, staring at her as his eyes turned to wide, curious pools.
Lori shifted her attention to Charlie, who looked more surprised than anything else.
He took a trembling seat on the bed then leaned forward on his knees. “Are you interested in him?” Charlie asked, his eyebrows furrowing together as if he was studying the scenario rather than being part of it.
“I mean, he’s very handsome. I think most people would be.”
“You’re quite lovely yourself, miss,” Mike told her, and Lori felt heat burning through her cheekbones and flushed lips.
“Is this something you want?” Charlie asked.
Lori found herself nodding, struggling to wrap her head around what she was agreeing to. Was Charlie really giving her permission for this or was he shocked and appalled at the fact that this thought was even in his wife’s head?
“If Mike is interested,” she started, glancing over at him standing with his back to the door, “then I’m interested.”
Mike came toward her fast, plunging his hands into her hair and pressing his mouth to hers. Charlie moved to the high backed armchair by the window, alternating his focus from the beautiful spreading blue-black of night and to the near stranger pulling his wife’s shirt over her head.
They were naked rapidly, Mike’s erection starting to take shape between his legs.
Lori’s back arched as he sucked her nipples into his mouth, tonguing them gently as his hands parted the folds of her cunt.
He pushed her to the bed, pulled her legs apart, and dove headfirst into her, licking and fingering with the care and concern of a giving lover.
Lori laughed to herself that he was still in customer service mode, trying to make everyone happy regardless of what they needed.
Mike made her come with his fingers and tongue then climbed on top of her, the head of his cock moving around her dripping hole.
When he entered her, Lori gave a tiny sigh as if he was so large that he was stretching her open.
He was perfectly average sized, and Lori had no complaints as he pounded into her and played with her nipples until the moment he stiffened up, pressing his open mouth to her throat.
“Oh my God,” he whispered, rolling off her. “I didn’t even realize how much I needed that.”
***
The next day, when they were back on the road, Lori offered to drive, and Charlie, in a more relaxed state than either of them would have thought, agreed. Despite only one of them getting laid the night before, they both had an afterglow.
“I liked seeing you like that,” Charlie told her as she drove along the endless sea of corn and brown fields. “Watching him fuck you was probably the sexiest moment of my life.”
“Should we try it again?” Lori asked, grinning puckishly.
“Maybe find a bigger man. I’d love to see you get railed by a man with a dick the size of a forearm.”
“I don’t know if I could handle that!” Lori squealed, but between her legs, she leaked happily. The size of a forearm, an appendage that big breaking her open … She shivered at the thought of it.
Lori was more inclined to stop at rest areas along the way. She pulled into one that had a small cafe with the intention of getting some coffee for them. A row of squat buildings offered showers and toilets for anyone who needed those particular facilities.
On her way to the cafe, she saw a well-built young man whose jeans supported a sizable bulge. She struck up a casual conversation as they waited for their coffees and found out that the man was driving alone to pick up a dog on the outer edges of the state.
“People get these big, expensive animals they can’t take care of,” he explained, adjusting himself unconsciously as they spoke. “Fortunately, these guys were smart enough to find someone who could.”
Lori stepped in front of him and paid for his coffee, asking him what his schedule was like as she did. The man seemed to understand what she was saying, though he balked at the sight of Charlie, the wax and paper cup in his hand crinkling as his body fought back against his fist being formed.
“We’re not freaks or anything,” Lori promised him.
Charlie nodded.
“In fact, we just found out that we like this sort of thing.”
All three of them ducked into the privacy of the nearby showers, locking the door to their little haven and hoping that no one saw them come in.
Lori thought that this sort of thing had to happen often enough that, aside from being chased away, there wouldn’t be any real consequence.
She had no intention of testing that theory, though.
Even when she dropped to her knees to pull the man’s package from his fly.
It unfurled nicely, thicker and meatier than Mike’s from the night before.
She took him down her throat as Charlie had a seat on the small wooden bench situated out of the spray zone of the shower. Clothes piled up next to him.
Lori felt the water splash over her face as it ran down the man’s well-built chest and shoulders.
“You’re telling me you don’t do this all the time?” he asked, fucking Lori’s mouth gently then roughly until she gagged. “You expect me to believe that?”
“Honest to God,” Charlie said in lieu of Lori answering.
The man helped Lori to her feet then turned her around and pressed her against the wall.
Their bodies slipped against each other, steam from the hot water puddling around their feet, then climbing the slick tiles where Lori’s hands pushed her weight back into his.
She felt the size of him spread her open, his fingers rubbing her clit as his cock penetrated her.
“You seem really comfortable with this,” he whispered, his hips thrusting into her. “Seems like you’ve spent a lot of time getting fucked.”
Lori made eye contact with Charlie, who smiled at her. “Not fucked like this.”
Later, the water in her hair and the heat trapped in her skin turned the air inside the car humid as she sucked Charlie off.
They hadn’t even bothered to move the car somewhere more private.
In fact, for the first few moments of it, Charlie had told her that the man from the shower had watched it happen.
“I don’t know if I can keep it in next time,” Charlie said as he slid behind the wheel, and Lori sunk into the passenger seat with her legs splayed wide. “I hardly made it to the car without jerking it a little this time.”
“So jerk it next time.”
Lori’s whole body felt relaxed, like she was melting into the seat. She didn’t even mention to Charlie that they should stop for the night the way she normally did. By that point, she was made of liquid and passing in and out of sleep casually.
When they did stop, it was at a basic, cheap-looking motel that had a burned-out vacancy sign and a clear parking lot.
A few trucks were spaced apart on the blacktop, and both of them noticed the big black guy standing next to his.
He stood tall, even when leaning. His shoulders were broad and gave birth to two muscled arms.
“Holy shit, I’d love to see that,” Charlie breathed as he parked not too far away. They both wanted to get an eyeful of what this guy had to offer. “You interested?”
“How could I not be?”
Charlie went into the fluorescent lit office to get them a room while Lori chatted up the man who introduced himself as Tom.
“I stop at this place a lot,” he told her as they crossed the parking lot together. “It’s nothing special, but it’s clean and it’s cheap. Lot of truckers stay here, so sometimes we’ll have ourselves a little party. Get a pizza, some beer, play cards. Nothing special, but a good time.”