The past year wasn’t our best when it came to opportunities for flashing fun. However, our last flashing adventure was one I’ve not written about on here. It was also one of the hottest we’ve ever had. Scratch that…I’d say it was THE hottest flashing adventure we ever had. That being the case, I’ll take quality over quantity any day.
We’d attended a party out of town. It was a dress up kind of occasion so Mrs. Ghost was wearing a fancy gown and a new pair of thigh high boots. She let me know early on in the evening that she wasn’t wearing much else, as in it was going to be a no panties night. The evening was fun as I had the hot girl for a date, and I really wasn’t expecting anything more. We stayed at the party until very late, with Mrs. Ghost having quite a bit to drink. Since we were leaving late and staying close, I presumed the night was just about over when it was really just beginning. Before we were to take the turn to our accommodations for the night Mrs. Ghost suggested that we take a longer drive. I knew (or at least hoped) what this meant so I dutifully headed towards the interstate.
Before we were on four-lane the Mrs. had the passenger’s seat reclined, her legs spread, and her fingers working up a lather on her beautifully-shaved pussy. There’s no sound I love more than the sound of Mrs. Ghost masturbating herself to total wetness while I drive.
Up on the interstate my high hopes quickly dimmed, as the extremely late hour made for very light traffic and very few trucks. We drove for a while, and even stopped at a rest area and a truck stop to see if we could get some attention. We got some great photos with parked trucks but no onlookers for play. Discouraged, we hit the road back the way we had come thinking our night was indeed over.
Mrs. Ghost continued to play with herself until she came very hard and very loudly. This was fantastic as always to witness, we both just wished someone else had been around to see as well. Turns out we’d driven a good bit further than we had thought so the drive back to town took a while. It was late, Mrs. Ghost was drunk and exhausted, and began to drift off as I drove. About the time we were seeing signs for our exit, we finally passed an 18-wheeler. Despite being half asleep at this point, Mrs. Ghost stirred awake at the sound of a truck and flipped on our cabin light and opened her knees. I began pacing the truck but in the darkness of 2 a.m. we couldn’t quite tell if he was paying attention or enjoying himself.
Mrs. Ghost was certainly enjoying herself, and as she played it seemed like our trucker friend was indeed trying to keep pace. Mrs. Ghost was having too much fun at this point for us to take our exit, so she urged me to keep going so we could give our trucker a show. We went for a few miles when we came upon a rest area and decided to stop and see if our trucker friend might follow. It’s moments like this that fill us both with excitement at the possibilities but honestly a bit of fear as well as we try to be as safe as possible and want to avoid any bad experiences.
The truck took the turnoff with us, and we waited nervously to see if he would leave the truck area to approach our vehicle. I parked far enough from the building for some privacy but close enough we could still be seen. Our trucker made his way over to our car and Mrs. Ghost, by this point fully awake and horny once again, eagerly rolled down a window to greet him. He asked what we were doing and we told him we were just out having a little fun, and that the Mrs. may have had too much to drink. He wanted to know what I was doing with the camera and I told him that Mrs. Ghost’s adventures were a gift to me. Tonight it was also a gift to him. He seemed fine that I was taking photos and video, so I would periodically continue during the course of our encounter.
He told us he couldn’t really see much up on the road because of Mrs. Ghost’s right knee being in his line of sight hiding the naughty bits. Mrs. Ghost seductively apologized to him for being so inappropriate, and as she did so she was sliding a finger between her pretty lips. She said she’d make it up to him now and what did he think. The smile on his face told me what he thought even as he was speechless to say anything. He did compliment Mrs. Ghost on her boots, ones she told him she had bought just for this occasion.
We made small talk, the whole while my sexy wife sat spread eagle and pantieless for our voyeur friend. We even plugged the site, but sadly he said he was computer illiterate (hey, we were trying to recruit!) Again, he didn’t seem to mind he was being photographed even after we told him what we were going to use the photos for. The first time I put the camera away was to free my hands so that I could join Mrs. Ghost in the fingering of her wet pussy. At our trucker’s request, he wanted to see me lick it. He didn’t have to ask me twice as I dove between Mrs. Ghost’s thighs and began to flick her clit with my tongue making sure I left enough room for our friend to have a good look. She tasted amazing.
The encounter continued like this, alternating between small talk and sex talk. At one point Mrs. Ghost also pulled her tits out to show him and he gave his full appreciation. Somehow the conversation turned to Mrs. Ghost’s clit, and how she used to be self-conscious when she was aroused by how big it and her pussy lips would get. Naturally, our friend did not see this as a problem at all. He remarked that they come in all sizes and that her’s was pretty perfect (with that we agreed.) I remember specifically Mrs. Ghost joking with our friend that what she lacked in tits, she made up for in clit (emphasizing each part as she mentioned them by fondling first her beautiful, perky breasts and then spreading her lips so that her swollen clit would pop out even further.) At one point Mrs. Ghost turned from the trucker to pose for my camera, knowing how long I had wanted to have photos with her and an onlooker. Our new buddy eagerly obliged by staying in frame and letting his eyes wander to where we wanted them.
At this point our trucker was starting to run very late and needed to go. We needed to get back to a bed so that I could give Mrs. Ghost the fucking she deserved for being such a naughty wife. The trucker mentioned that he wished he could “get down there and bite it” but we assured him it was a look and don’t touch situation and that he had already given to Mrs. Ghost the attention she was wanting. He said that we were the first flashers he’d seen in years, and that it was a good early birthday gift (his bday being a few days away.) He said we did “truck drivers of America a justice.” lol
Mrs. Ghost wished him a happy birthday and we said our goodbyes. I told her to give him one last, good look, to which she spread her legs wider and parted her wet lips with her fingers, once again exposing her large clit for the enjoyment of our voyeur.
We weren’t on the road long before the sleepiness and the alcohol finally took Mrs. Ghost. She had earned the rest, and I’d been given a horny memory that I would never forget.