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Chapter 126 by twizted77

Who is it?

Susan

I was surprised to find my wife standing on the other side of the door smiling at me. As soon as the door was opened far enough, she grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss. We wrapped our arms around each other and stood there in the doorway of the restroom, our tongues intertwined.

"Jeez, fucking hot!" the guy who had offered me a 'drink' said as he stopped in the hall to watch us make out.

With an audience, our kissing just got more graphic. Susan started sucking on my tongue like it was a cock, while I grabbed her ass. Her hands were all over my body, and she gently pressed her knee up into my still concealed erection.

She then pushed me into the restroom and closed the door, leaving the dumbfounded trucker staring after us with a visible erection of his own.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"For everything," she said. "I know we had some rough patches on this trip, but I think we found ourselves, didn't we? We're going to be okay?"

"Yes, I think we are," I said, giving her a less erotic kiss. "We have somethings to figure out from here, but you and I are okay."

"Like your name," Susan said with a smile. "I don't think we can both me named Susan, baby. That would get a little strange."

"But then you could fuck yourself whenever you wanted."

"Funny," she said as she slid a hand under my skirt and gripped my hard cock. "Whatever your new name is, I still hope to see my husband occasionally. Can I see John for a few minutes while you figure it out?"

"Sure."

Susan turned her back to me and briefly drove her ass into my hard cock. Then she reached down and slid her pants down over her hips, braced her hands against the door and bent slightly forward.

I reached down, flipped my skirt up and freed my cock from my panties. I stepped forward and slid into my wife's pussy.

I kissed her on the neck as I slowly began to duck her from behind. She tilted her head slightly to the side and we kissed. I remembered where our relationship had been before the device had come into our lives, and it certainly was not banging in the restroom of a truck stop.

For just a few minutes everything else was forgotten and we just made love there in that restroom until I finally blew my load deep inside of her for what might be the first time in years.

What next?

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