Since Greta and I had experienced our second encounter, and our first at her house, we had carried on for some six months. I was staying worn out and expected us to be caught at every encounter. She was my wife's sister, and there were numerous family contacts. There was also the danger that her husband might become aware of the affair. Yet, six months had passed without a hitch.
After one of our exhausting encounters, Greta said, "You know what we should do? I'm going to be alone for the next two weeks, and you should find some excuse to get away for a few nights. We should go off to some romantic site and really enjoy ourselves." I looked at her sitting there with her legs crossed as she sat on the bed. Her breasts were fully exposed, her long, blonde hair was framing the outside of her breasts with the nipples fully exposed. I looked down lower and saw her short cropped hair, decorating her sweet pussy rather than hiding it. She like the cleanliness of a close cut, and I liked the image of an outline of pubic hair. I also loved the fact that her pubic hair was blonde.
She saw me looking and uncrossed her legs, spreading them and putting her right ankle onto my left shoulder as she leaned back onto her palms. Now with her vagina fully exposed, she asked, "Wouldn't you like to spend a couple of nights with all of this?" She had become exceedingly bold and exceedingly demanding, always seeking greater adventure and greater risk.
"What do you have in mind," I asked.
She toyed with her blonde tresses, twirling them on the left side of her head with the fingers of her left hand. She lay back on the bed with her legs still spread and with traces of my sperm now collecting at the opening of her moist pussy. "I have some things in mind," she purred with that wicked smile on her lips.
"And what kind of things," I asked. I had reached a point where I often had to check her to keep her from getting too wild.
"Okay, I know that you don't like the idea of another man fucking me, not even that idiot husband of mine." But what if I wanted to go down on another man while you fucked me doggie style?"
The question shocked me. She knew that I was jealous of her and that I didn't like the idea of her ever being with another man. I accepted the fact that she and her husband occasionally still had intercourse, but I knew from the hunger she had when we were together, that our relationship was different.
"I have it all planned out. We'll be way out of town. It'll be a total stranger, someone neither of us will ever see again. We won't even know each other's names. It'll just be a fantasy of mine that we'll do one time, and then that 'll be it. If you'll do this for me, you can do anything you want."
"I think I just did," I replied. Didn't you notice that you're freshly screwed and draining?" Greta laughed heartily.
"Yes, silly. I did notice that. Maybe you noticed me out of breath three different times when I came, twice while you played with me and once while you were inside me."
In spite of my reluctance, I agreed to the trip but warned that I might not be comfortable with the arrangement. She feigned a women's spa weekend, and I had another of my business meetings, or at least those were the cover stories we came up with. With the excuse that the ladies were renting a van, Greta left her car at home, and we left in my Cadillac.
As we traveled northward, Greta's perfume became intoxicating. I began to rub her leg just below her shorts. She looked great in tight shorts, but these were looser fitting, and I soon found myself very pleased with that fact. As I rubbed her leg, my hand slipped up inside her shorts. I felt her tiny thong panties and soon maneuvered my fingers inside and was rubbing her gently but rhythmically. Suddenly a wicked smile crossed her face, and her eyes lit up. "Why should you have all the fun?"
She deftly undid her shorts and removed both the shorts and the pink and blue panties. We were riding up the freeway with the bottom half of her body completely naked. Soon we found ourselves slowly passing a transfer truck. As we did so, the trucker honked his horn, and Greta waved at him. I slowed my speed to give him a longer look. When I did Greta spread her legs farther and raised her left leg, putting her left foot onto the dash. I moved my hand slowly from her dripping pussy to her knee giving the driver full view of her pussy, blonde hair and all. She reached down and spread her labia. Then she looked over at me and said, "Find me another trucker."