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other hand between his ass cheeks made me very hot. While I was squatting, I squeezed my legs together to increase that delicious pressure on my pussy lips.
    I finally stood up, turned around, and positioned myself as I had done about an hour before with my husband. Donnie impatiently rammed his tool into me and fucked me wildly. I met his powerful thrusts and heard him bang his back against the door with each stroke. He increased the pace, pulled me tightly against his groin, and we both reached the top of our orgasm.
    We straightened up and opened the door. Outside was a line of wide-eyed people, some of whom smiled knowingly. Those smiles were nothing compared to the looks some of them gave us when they later discovered us sitting with different partners.
    —T. W., California
    On the Road Again
    My husband and I own a trailer, and we frequently travel to various campsites for a weekend, or, if time permits, we will travel farther if we can camp for a week at a time. I really enjoy the camping part, but I’ve found the travel part to be very boring. On one of the trips we took, I decided to do something to break up the boredom. That particular morning, instead of my usual conservative pullover top with a bra underneath, I only put on a sheer cotton top without a bra. I could tell that it had an instant effect on my husband, because he kept staring at my perfectly shaped 36C tits. He would, from time to time, reach over and gently brush the nipple of my left boob and cause it to stand out as firm as the large cock pressing against his shorts.
    However, what he wasn’t aware of is that before we left the campground that morning, I had inserted a set of ben-wa balls into my shaven pussy. I couldn’t believe the sensations I was having. There I was, sitting in the cab of our truck, feeling all the road vibrations right in the center of my sex! Usually, I couldn’t wait for us to get back onto a smooth road, but that day I wanted us to be driving down a washboard.
    As we started down a rather bumpy section of highway, I leaned forward a little bit and pressed my hot pussy into the seat. I knew I was only moments away from a climax, but then the road smoothed out again. I could’ve screamed—I mean, I was so close to coming, I gave serious thought to pushing the leg of my loose shorts aside and fingering myself to the climax I needed. I didn’t want my husband to know what I had done until I could handle his beautiful eight inches, so I decided to continue the tease trip that I had put myself on.
    I said to my lover, “Have you ever wanted me to expose my tits to a truck driver as we pass?” He said that he thought it would be a big turn-on for him, and suggested that I unbutton my blouse and allow the world to see what great tits I have. As I unbuttoned my blouse, I could not believe how sexy I felt. I began to rub my titties and pull on my nipples, and soon they stood out like the erasers on a pencil.
    As I continued stroking my very sensitive breasts, the road turned bumpy again. And as we passed a big truck, I could feel the climax begin to overtake me. The pleasure of mind-shattering orgasm spread from my gushing cunt and filled my whole being. I leaned back in the seat and continued massaging my breasts with my eyes closed, allowing a loud sigh to escape my lips.
    My husband was having a difficult time keeping our truck and trailer in our lane as we passed the truck and he watched me come. He said, “God, you came, didn’t you? I mean, playing with your tits as we passed that truck brought you off, didn’t it?” I looked over at him with a flushed face, smiled, and told him that it did and that it was a great turn-on for me to do it. To this day, he does not know about the ben-wa balls stuffed inside me and the feeling that the rough road gave me.
    —C. B., California

THREE, FOUR, AND MORESOMES
    Three’s Not a Crowd
    My husband and I have been married for eighteen wonderful years. One thing that we share is