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                                TRAFFIC JAMMIN'

                            (Another Hot Wife Tale)
                                 By J. BOSWELL

      Damn this Beltway!  God damn this stupid Beltway!

      I had just finished a double shift at the hospital.  My relief was a
Dear, showing up a little early, and letting me get out of there sooner than I
expected.  I was exhausted but still keyed up, and I wanted to get home and
shower.  But first, I had to pick up the girls at my mother's and stop and get
something for dinner.  Of course, the air-conditioner in the car still didn't
work, but it was only about 98 degrees in the shade, anyway!

      I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the Beltway and
get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam.

      Usually, at four in the afternoon, the Beltway traffic was slow, just
starting the after-work rush hour, but it moved. Today, the traffic was at a
complete stop.  My guess was there was a very large accident somewhere ahead.

      With my foot taking root in the brake pedal, my mind began to drift.
Still a little buzzed on all the coffee and a couple of the little red pills I
took to help me through the double shift, my mind began zinging around,
thinking about getting the girls, debating McDonalds or Chinese for dinner,
wondering why Frank couldn't ever pick up dinner on HIS way home, relaxing in
the shower...

      ...all of a sudden, I broke out of my deep reverie to realize that I was
staring at the most beautiful naked chest I had ever seen in my life.  And it
was only two feet from my eyes!

      It was gorgeous!  Tan and glistening in the bright sunlight, the skin was
taut over rippled muscles.  I watched in pure and complete fascination and
delight as a drop of sweat rolled off the left shoulder, slicing through the
patina of dust and pollen, down past the beautiful, dark rose nipple, over the
rib section, down past the navel, and into the band at the top of the shorts. I
was breathing fast through my clenched teeth and had trouble swallowing.

      "Like to take a picture, pretty lady?"

      My concentration broken, I shifted my gaze up to the chest's face.  He
was young, late high school, early college at the oldest, sitting on a cooler
in the back of a pick-up truck with several other snickering boys -- the truck
had some landscaper's name on the door.

      The face on top of that chest was beautiful, too.

      His hair was thick, sun-lightened and matted to his forehead with sweat.
His large blue eyes shined like they were back-lit. Full lips.  Deeply-tanned,
prominent cheekbones.  Strong chin, 2-day beard.  This boy-man was any female's
erotic daydream.

      Traffic started to move!

      I panicked!  I didn't want to loose this kid!  I wasn't ready to stop
looking at him, yet!

      What was happening to me?  I had never felt like this, before! I was
excited and desperate for this feeling not to end. I had never done anything
like this in my life!  I had never cheated on Frank in our entire married life,
and I really wasn't thinking it through that far; I just wanted more of that
chest and that face. I wanted to feel him!

      After a few feet, my car jerked to a stop beside the truck, again.

      "I want more than a picture," I said, "can I give you a ride?"

      Over the "woofs" and "ooo's" of the other boys, the face smiled and
blushed, "Thanks, I have a ride.  I don't need one."

      "Well, how about a fuck, then?  Do you need one of those?" At the same
time I was saying it, I couldn't believe I was *SAYING* it!

      Traffic started to move again, and the truck lurched ahead.

      "Hurry!" I shouted through the open window.

      To the high-fives of his friends, the face and chest jumped out of the
moving truck, grabbed his lunch cooler, ran back between the lanes, opened the
passenger door, and flopped into the passenger seat, smiling.

      He looked at me, in my whites, "A nurse, huh?  My name is Doug."

      I smiled back and immediately moved the car over to the right, cutting
off cars in two lanes, and pulling off the Beltway at the next exit.

      It was that easy?  Are all men that easy?

      Just off the ramp were several motels, two national chains and a small,
sleazy looking independent.  I didn't have to think twice about my choice --
the sleazy one.  I filled out the registration, broke the hundred-dollar bill I
keep for emergencies, and grabbed the key the old man threw on the counter.

      The room was three doors down from the office, and I was turning the
air-conditioner up to "HIGH" by the time Doug walked into the room.

      "I better shower," he said.

      "No."

      "But I'm dirty and sweaty.  I've been working outside all day."

      I was unzipping my uniform, "No, I want you just like you are, right now.
Sweat and dirt and everything!"

      He got the hint and started untying his boots.  I dropped my uniform to
the floor and peeled off my pantyhose.  My slip, bra and panties piled up at
the foot of the bed.  I ripped the spread off the bed and sat watching Doug.

      He saw me watching and made a little production out of dropping his khaki
shorts and boxers.  The band of clean, white skin shone in the dark room.  His
cock was hard and bobbed up and down.

      "Great tits.  You sure are sexy," he started, "what's..."

      "Don't talk, Doug.  I didn't bring you here to talk."

      He climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my spread legs.

      "Do it, Doug!  God dammit!  Do it!"

      And he did.  His body fell on top of me and his cock banged around
between my legs, searching for my slit.  One quick maneuver with my hand and
Doug lunged his hardness home.

      He was fucking me!

      I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and my legs around his thighs.  I
could smell his sweat and feel the gritty dirt on his skin.  He slammed into
me, causing me to gasp from the force.

      I shifted weight and rolled us both over.  Now, he was on his back and I
was riding his hips.  His hands moved up to my tits, roughly cupping them,
pinching the nipples, and I settled my hands back on his thighs, pumping him in
and out of my pussy.

      He grunted once.  Then again.  He was cumming!  So fast!

      I pumped my cunt up and down until his breathing slowed and he opened his
eyes.  "Oh, wow, Lady!  That was great!  How about you?"

      "Not yet.  Don't move."

      I slid my cunt off his softening cock and then moved my face over his
crotch.  He dick was a mess, covered with cum.  His sweat smell was strong.

      Then I did something I had never done before -- I leaned forward and
sucked a sloppy, wet cock into my mouth.  His cum taste was strong and the
texture was gooey, but I didn't care.  I licked the soft underside and sucked
on the bulb of pink flesh at the end.  I licked his damp and musky balls.  My
finger searched for his anus (another first!) and I felt his cock begin to
harden in my mouth as I pushed a finger up his ass.  In a moment, he was hard
enough.

      I knelt on the bed and put my head down to the mattress, wiggling my ass
at his face, "Here!  Fuck me!"

      He knelt behind me and shoved it up my cunt.  No talent, no finesse, no
style, attacking me with a blunt instrument -- he was perfect for what I
needed.  In a few strokes, I was lit up and cumming like a three-dollar whore.

      Doug was young and it now showed.  He slammed his meat into me for nearly
twenty more minutes before he came.  I was on one steady come, hitting new
heights every few minutes.  When he came, he collapsed on top of me, pinning me
to the bed, scratching my shoulder with his beard.  We were both breathing
hard.

      "God!  You are one hot woman!  You really wanted to get fucked, didn't
you?"

      I managed a nod.

      He finally got up and went into the bathroom.  I was dressed and tying my
shoes when he came out.

      "Are we done?  Where are you going?  I don't even know your name!"

      "I have a life, Doug, and I have to get back to it.  You were great, and
just what I needed.  Thanks."

      "Well, wait up.  I need a ride home!"

      I put three twenties on the bureau.  "You can have the room till tomorrow
morning, if you want.  Here's some cash.  Watch a dirty movie, have a pizza
delivered, and take a cab home.  On me. I have to get going."

      As I closed the door I heard him mumble, "You crazy bitch!"

                                     ......

      I pulled up in front of my mother's house and beeped the horn. My
daughters, 12 and 10, came running out and I waved at their Granny as I pulled
away.

      Melissa, the 12 year old, looked over at me, "Wow, Mom, what have you
been doing?  You look a mess"

      Krissy concurred from the back seat, "Yeah, your hair looks terrible."

      I asked them about their day and we went through McDonald's Drive-Thru
without incident.  At home, Frank was just getting out of his car as we pulled
up.  He waited and then kissed us all on the cheeks.

      "Hi, Honey.  You look like you had a tough day."

      "Yeah, it was long and hard.  The girls already told me my hair was a
mess.  They just don't appreciate the effort I went to, to get it looking this
way!"

      He tousled it with his hand, "I noticed, but I thought it looked sexy.
How was the traffic on your end?"

      I smiled at him, "Well, Dear, the Beltway was a real mess. I won't soon
forget today's traffic jam.  I overheated and this one guy was really zipping
in and out.  Then he got behind me, and he just wouldn't get off my ass."

      Frank patted my shoulder, "I know, Julie, there are some real fucking
assholes out there."

      "You can say that again, Honey."

      Maybe the guilt would come later.

      Then, again, maybe it won't!

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                           (c) J. BOSWELL, April 1992

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