u/Embarrassed-Hour-177

My husband hardly ever wants anal sex, but today, Independence Day is one of those days. So just like our girl, I too am thinking about how I am gonna get my poor little ass absolutely destroyed tonight!

As my husband took the exit from the interstate to the State highway that would take us to the ocean, I was riding high on adrenaline, having flashed myself to half a dozen truck drivers.

Each time I had shown just a little bit more, and the last one had been the most revealing. The wrap style of my dress had allowed me to part the front open completely, exposing my white sheer bra and panties. My dark pierced nipples were standing tall and hard against the fabric, pencil eraser and gold rings visible.

As we pulled alongside the last driver, I set one foot onto the seat, my thighs spread, the triangle of white fabric stretched tight over my waxed bald pussy mound. When I felt his eyes upon me, I brought my hands up to cup my full D cup tits, squeezing them in my hands for a moment and then dropping one hand to trace the inside of my thigh, along the edge of my tiny panties. One finger ran up, over my covered pussy lips and then to the window to give the driver a friendly finger wave.

He sounded his horn in two short blasts as a thank you as we pulled away.

In the bright afternoon light, as we tore down the now empty highway, I turned my back to the door, leaning back, facing my body to my husband. I knew he could see all of me and still keep one eye on the road. The size of his package was visible to me, and I knew he had been enjoying my slutty little show.

Seeing the road empty for as far as I could see ahead, I brought my hands to my barley covered tits and slowly pulled the see thru fabric away, thankful for the stretchy nature.

Revealing each full tit, slowly, my hard pierced nipples standing fully out, I cupped and squeezed the bare flesh in my hands, my mouth falling open slightly in pleasure. My nimble fingers captured each, pulling and tugging, twisting slightly. The gold rings were caught between my fingers as I ground my hips into the seat.

Dropping one hand to my lap, cupping my panties, my pussy, the other crossed my chest to play with the nipple while I rubbed myself over my sheer panties.

I could tell my tight lipped little innie pussy was flooded and knew if I continued I'd make a mess in the seat, but also knew my husbands cock was growing down the leg of his shorts, tenting them up.

Running my fingers over my mound, I caught both edges of the panty and tugged slightly, pulling the sides to the center, and up in between my bald pussy lips.

Spreading my thighs an inch or two more, the panty slips up in deeper, putting pressure on my swollen clit. I sucked in a silent breath and tugged again harder. My full, waxed clean, outer lips were exposed to the cool air conditioning as a tiny but intense orgasm tore through my hips. I bit my lip to hold back the moan, feeling my pussy clench and relax, begging to be fucked and filled.

Dropping my hand from my full bare tit, I switched hands and pulled the panty out from between my pussy lips, showing my bald, cum soaked pussy to my husband.Withbone hand holding the sheer, wet panty aside, I slowly dipped my fingers tips of the hand in between my lips, gathering the cum on my fingers.

Bringing them to my mouth, I licked and sucked them clean, dipping them again to collect the last taste and savoring the sweet wild flower honey taste of my own cum.

Using both hands, I fixed my panties back over my bald pussy and tucked my tits back into my bra and dress.

My husband used his free hand to reach down, slowly grabbing his hard cock over his shorts, and I knew I was going to get royally fucked later in our hotel suite.

As we cruised down the highway, my husband in command of the ship, I relaxed into the plush passenger seat, the belt across my lap and split down between my big boobs. The top of my dress had parted, just enough that the curve of the inside of my cleavage was peaking out. The hem of my dress lay against the top of my thighs, just enough to be modest and cover my white, see thru panties.

Traffic was very light, only our SUV, a few other passenger cars and the ever present big rigs.

As we closed on one of those semi trucks, just before he shifted lanes to pass, I saw that someone had written in the road grime on the trailer door, " Leg check, 60 feet ahead".

Glancing at my husband, I knew he had seen the sign as well. As he slipped out from behind the semi, I leaned back into my seat and adjusted the hem of my dress up, so only the junction of my legs was covered.

As we closed with the drivers cab, I caught the sight of myself in the big truck's mirror. My long, dark hair was swept over my shoulder, the seat belt splitting and framing my big, full boobs, my Ray Bans hiding enough of my face to be anonymous. I parted my thighs just another inch or two, the fabric falling down between.

My husband matched the speed of the truck as we came adjacent to the cab, my window even with the drivers. A quick glance let me see the outline of a man behind the wheel, his head turning to glance, first at our SUV, and then, down into the cabin. His head turned back to the road, stayed there for about ten seconds, and turned back to look down again.

I knew he was getting a good crowd of my cleavage, the inside curve of my full tits, my legs shining in the sun.

As I felt our truck begin to speed up, knowing my husband had decided the driver had seen enough, I quickly flipped the hem of my dress higher, flashing my white panties as we pulled away.

The wicked grin on my face matched the one my husband gave me as we both spotted another truck ahead of us.