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Beth puts on a show. (Part 3)Simon joins the crowd….It’s a cold night as I make my way around back. Footfalls echoing across black asphalt of the truck park. Last couple times I’ve been round here it’s been in the car so this feels strange, exposed. As I walk towards a row of trucks I can see a few guys gathered round one of them, a big blue American style truck. They are stood talking, smoking, admiring this guy’s big rig. My plan is quite simple. I’m to approach them and ask directions, make out I’ve been directed here by the bar staff who could’nt help me. Timing has to be just right as robin and beth get it on in the window I have to still be there talking to them. I want to see what they’re going to see, listen to what they’ll say. Getting close now I can see there are 5 of them chatting away. They’re talking about the American truck. Glancing back over my shoulder I can see the lights of the motel about 70 yds away…. perfect. As I approach first one then eventually all turn to face me, wondering who I am, what I want. I tell them the place I’m looking for and how the bar staff didn’t know where it was, did any of them know? The one closest to me, a short plump middle aged guy wearing a baseball cap replies first”Hmmm…..ackton bridge?….you got me…. anyone else know? Ackton bridge?” Ackton bridge is a place about 15 miles to the west of here, a small obscure town. Just hope it’s not too obscure that none of these knows about it. I need to keep them talking for a few more minutes. Positioning myself at an angle so I can talk to them and see the motel windows. Tension falls over me, nervous excitement again. The first guy asks if anyone else knows?Movement in the small crowd, a younger guy I’d say about 30 comes forward takes a drag on his cig then says”Your a bit off course fella what you wana do is …….” Bingo. I had my excuse to hang around for a few moments, everything was going to plan so far….but where are they?Glancing at the motel, nothing. All the windows that were lit had their curtains drawn.Anxiety spreads within me, the ‘what if’s’ had indeed put in an unwelcome appearance. Could it be, that my part of the experience was struck down by bad timing? Still nothing, anxiety turning to resigned disappointment. I keep him talking as much as possible, pretending I don’t understand his directions but then, as he’s about to show me on the truck sat nav….”Hey…..look up there!…..look what they’re doing!” I stop and follow everyone’s gaze, looking up at one of the full length first floor windows. The curtains have been drawn back to reveal a couple clearly enjoying each others company…..The guy has the ladies boobs out and is really tucking in.Unbeknown to these men the lovers hatay escort are my wife and my best friend. The plans working perfectly. A murmur ripples through the crowd. With exclamations of surprise and then excitement. “Fuck me!…..look what they’re doing” A big tall guy in the uniform of his company says. Then a short fat guy in jeans and sweater steps up, he has a scotish accent”Would you look at the tits on that….” We are joined by 2 more, who have been watching from their trucks. Soon all of them are shouting and whistling as they watch the X rated show. They really are noisy shouting obscenities, getting very rowdy. It’s a little worrying as it may attract some unwanted attention but, oh fuck this is hot!I’m hardening up down below not just from watching beth with robin but the small crowds reaction. A couple of guys move closer for a better look, staying back with the main group I hear one of them say something about binoculars.One of them runs over to a truck and goes inside for a moment, quickly returning with a big pair of binoculars!As I watch him steady himself and take a look through them, a huge cheer goes up in the crowd.Looking round I see my wife pressed up against the window pane, her tits actually squashed against it. I can just make out robin behind her and then….The guy next to me with the bino’s says it first”Oh yeah….. they’re doing it alright…he’s fucking her…oh man look at those titties” More whistling and shouting, excitement ripples through us. The 2 guys further ahead are commenting, shouting up at the window “Oh yes…..that’s it…. fuck her man…..give her one from me”His friend joins in”And me” The binoculars have been handed to what appears to be the youngest in the group, a tall skinny man of about mid twenties, he’s working the focus ring excitedly then shouts out”Look at the fucking tits on that!” The words ‘fucking tits’ over emphasized. These binoculars prove very popular, I even get a go with them myself.As the scene goes on so the excitement increases, it’s obvious among the crowd that this is being done on purpose, they are deliberately putting on a show. There’s even speculation she may come down here to the truck park to ……get acquainted.There is mention too of the obvious age difference, with the words ‘lucky old bastard’ heard a lot. We all move closer and join the other 2 about 50 yds from the window, it’s started to steam up but beth, and her shaking boobs can still be seen. Robin’s really giving her it. Looking round at the group I wonder how many have hard ons? I know I have, the bulge in my jeans difficult to hide.A moment later she’s squashed up harder into the glass pane. The crowd goes wild. “Oh fuck hatay escort bayan yes…..I think she just came….here look” The bino’s are past quickly around, I don’t get a turn but it’s ok I’m going to get my turn ‘in the flesh’ shortly.Each guy makes lewd and dirty remarks as they view beth up close, wishing it was them stood behind her.She slowly backs away from the window for a moment then comes back, wipes a hole in the steamy pane and, bless her! Blows us all a kiss. The crowd go wild again. Suddenly cut off by the curtain closing. Tuts and some moaning breaks out but the guys are mainly chatting away about what they’ve just seen and the possibility…..will she come and say hello? I’m impressed how optimistic they are! Probably each expecting her to waltz around the corner any minute and then the party starts, maybe in the cab of one of those trucks or perhaps concealed behind a trailer. Then each one in turn could ‘have a go’ get up behind her just like robin had. Perhaps she’d blow some too. I must admit the thought of it is a huge turn on and I feel myself hardening up even more.The time has come to leave, go back to the motel and my wife’s welcoming arms and legs. Just before leaving I feel I have to say something, raising my voice to be heard”Well, that was fun but I have to be off…. thanks for the directions” The guy who helped me replies “It sure was…have a safe journey….bet you wish she was coming with you…” At this, excitement fills me as a cheeky reply forms in my mind…. should i?….might as well.Stopping for a second, turning to reply “Actually that lady up there is my wife beth and the guy she was with is my friend robin…..and now I’m going to join them” Turning, walking away nothing but silence behind me as the stunned little crowd take in what I’ve just said. I’m several paces away before I hear a sarcastic toned reply”Yeah right….ok whatever you say” Then as I get further away I hear laughing and”You heard this guy?….. really?….I don’t believe that….do you?” Silence again then chattering. Probably trying to figure out if I’m telling the truth or not. It has been a wild experience but it’s not over yet, I got a hard on I could put through double glazing ready for her when I get up there.I’ve walk about 30 yards and am just going past a big white truck when I hear a voice, quite close. A man is standing partially concealed behind it, he’s holding a pair of binoculars. “Scuse me….scuse me?……sorry I couldn’t help overhear, you said that lady is your wife?” Stopping and turning to face him I see a giant of a man, he must be 6’8″ at least and broad with it, he’s wearing a blue fleece jacket, jeans and black leather boots. escort hatay He looks fairly old possibly sixties and has an Irish accent. “Erm….yeah, yeah that’s right” As he takes a step forward I instinctively take a step back, cursing myself inwardly. But it’s hard not to react to someone so big, he towers above me. The guy seems not to notice my apprehension and introduces himself as vincent, goes on to tell me he believes me and that he enjoyed the show. “Well thank you vincent…..I’m glad you liked it” Not knowing what else to say an awkward silence descends, just for a second. Then Vincent asks me if she’d be up for coming to his cab later that night.Just comes right out and says it. For a moment I think he’s being a bit cheeky but what he says next impresses me”Sorry if I’m being a bit forward I’m not normally like this but what I saw……well….let’s just say it’s left a lasting impression…I wouldn’t expect anything just a chat..then it’s up to her and you…..your friend can come too…. I’ll be up late just knock on the door” There is something in his polite manor and the way he puts things that leaves me wondering…..I reply that I will tell her about him and the offer then depart for the motel with 2 things on my mind…beths hot wet pussy and this stranger….I wonder what she will say when I tell her about his proposition….I’m in luck, front desk is busy with new arrivals and I’m not noticed slipping past. Going up to room 32 I’m given a very warm reception.The stranger quickly forgotten. Beth is impressed at how hard I am. She takes her second load of the night on her back in the bed moaning and biting my neck….ouch….that’s guna leave a mark!Robin watching, wanking himself back to erection. By the time I’m finished he’s hard again and goes straight in after me, taking his time, nice and slow.He makes her cum again before losing control. We continue like this for the first hour, creampie after creampie. Then take a break and afterwards, it’s time for some spit roasting fun. Again nice and slow, no rush. After swapping round and then a final cowgirl position on top of me, we boys are a little fatigued. We have been at it 2 and a half hours and beth is very sticky. Deciding to call it a night, as we clean up suddenly remembering the old trucker. Describing him and telling her what he said.I am surprised by her response, pleasently surprised. She is intrigued and, to both mine and robin’s surprise agrees to go and ‘have a chat’, giving me that cheeky mischievous smile that is so teasing.Going to the window, I can see most of trucks are in darkness except 2 or 3, one of which is Vincent’s.”Ok…..well….if your sure?” As I look around she is already putting on her coat.Again I’m surprised at how eager she is to meet one of her ‘fans’. However, excitement begins to fill my veins once more as I think about her….with him. And so it is, we all put coats and shoes on together and head out the motel room….on our way to Vincent’s truck….End of part 3. Part 4 to follow.