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Truck Driver’s Younger Wife

By Isa Adam

Copyright@2018 by Isa Adam

Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.







I sat by myself in the middle of the night bereft of any sleep. Life had thrown me a curve ball and my marriage life suffered greatly from this. I tossed and turned in bed thinking about everything. The kids, the household chores the very next day and of course my husband Joel. Joel was a good provider and great father but a lot had changed over the years. He was great to hang around with when we first met. I can still feel my panties get wet at the amount of sex we had. All that had come to a dead end when the kids came and life happened. I can't really say when exactly all the passion drained out of our relationship but it had left me restless, bored and damn near depressed.

After tossing and turning some more in bed, I sat up and decided to go watch something on TV. Joel would be home soon. He always got home from the local pub at midnight, drunk as a skunk and not able to rise up to the occasion. I flipped through the channels and landed on an old romantic movie. I had watched it before and knew about the various events in it and when the sex scene came on I was ready. I had no panties on underneath my nightdress and had shaved my pussy the night before.

My fingers travelled to my pussy almost immediately and I caressed the outer sensitive skin. I loved how the movie was filled with romance. Something I dearly missed and longed for. The main actress was a brute. He had this rough gentle swag going on and took charge like a god. I played with my clit with my eyes glued to the screen but a huge distraction came when I was at the edge of my climax. A loud knock sounded on the door announcing the presence of my drunk husband. How the man could still deny me orgasm even when I was on a one man show was a mystery. I lazily got to my feet, hoping none of the kids were awake to hear him walk in at the ungodly hour.


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