[Countrylivin]

Well, the weekend was fun, however; best laid plans seemed to not be the norm. Friday I tried my best to leave early but work kept happening so I did not leave my office till after dark. When I got home I verbally responded to my wife's many text asking when I'm getting home. After explaining work I then defined the term control. Control meant that I was in charge and whatever I said was what would happen in a safe environment. As she started to defend her position I reiterated my definition and asked if I was in charge. A silent nod

I went through her packed bag. I ended up packing things that I had an idea for the weekend which included only one bra and panties set. Both completely transparent. The bra, I love, still allows for a great deal of bounce and movement along with absolutely no ability to stop a hard nipple from poking out. The material resembles ladies hosiery but in stretched white. The remainder was her regular traveling pajamas, boxers and white tanktop. The pleated white skirt with the matching white tennis top. A pair of leggings just in case and another matching top and her spandex workout shorts.

Before leaving I had her change into a long button up night shirt that was given to me several Christmases ago as a joke. It's in the style of late 1800s. I finally found a use for it. We eventually got on the road for the long drive. She kept asking me what I had planned. I kept saying you will see. Once on the interstate I had her remove the night shirt. She was completely naked. Truck traffic was sparse at best. The ones I did pass had no interest in us. Also wanted to do this in daylight. So after a few hours of driving I started thinking about gas. There are many options down this highway. I then informed her that she would be required to pump gas naked when I stopped. She started to tell me that she would get arrested, that the truckstops we frequent are super busy. I told her, we will worry about that if it happens. She continued excusing but I just kept saying, you have to do it. I did not tell her no truckstops. She was in-between panic and excited.

Skipping ahead I chose an older station we had made emergency restroom or gas stops before. Yes the prices are quite a bit higher but it was a community stop rather than interstate traffic, a mile off the exit. Only one row of pumps. I explained as we exited. I also said from the exit till she completes the fuel up no talking. She complied. I fist slowly drove up. Again one row of pumps and a small white brick building with large window across the front with a glass door. I slowly drive up to the station as another group of three men are exiting headed to their truck at the pumps. Obviously hunters dressed in camouflage with an ATV in the back of the truck. I pull through looking. An older gentleman is at the cash register standing. I am looking and see no cameras anywhere. I pull up to the outside of the pumps. My stomach is churning with nerves. The other truck leaves. I ask if she would like anything inside. She looked horrified saying no. She thought I was going to send her in naked. Not being well versed at this I told her I would go inside to prepay and be ready when I got back. I walked in and was greeted by a very nice country gentleman.

I meander around looking. Ended up with a water and pack of cigarettes. We talked as I stalled. I'm checking out and prepaying for gas. I thought it best to ask since the front was exposed to the fuel pumps. I forget how I nervously asked but something along the lines of, would you have a problem if my wife pays off a bet pumping gas here. This man actually smiled, stopped our transaction and said, how's that. I made up a story that she lost a football bet and she would have to pump gas naked on our trip. With no hesitation he said, you picked the right place son. You go ahead. I was smiling but mainly with relief and said, not sure how much but here's a hundred for filling up. He said, you kids have fun. Walking out I said, not sure she's going to have fun but thanks.

I get in smiling and tell her of our conversation. She kept looking at him standing in the widow watching. I said, get to filling up but absolutely no hiding. The position I parked has him looking at my truck and the fuel cap just past the pump. Nothing from his window would be between her and where he was standing. If he stood at the door, the pump would conceal her. She opened the door getting out still standing behind it. Her words, here I go. She turned facing me and walked to the gas cap turning to the truck. He has a side quartering view of her naked butt and possibly some side boob. She turns her ass to him and grabs the handle again butt to him and starts to fuel. I open the back sliding window. I see headlights and panic in her eyes but they pass. My truck is between her and the two lane road.

He is smiling watching her. I say, why are you facing the truck. She said filling up. I said, not good enough. Turn facing the front of the truck. She pauses and turns facing the front. He now has a quartering front view of both tits and her smooth pussy. She said, he's smiling bigger now. I laughed, he was definitely enjoying the show. She did a few quick frontals till I was full. This time she replaced the handle and cap for full viewing effect. She opened the door to get in. I said smiling, I need my change. It was only a half tank fill up. She said, no way. I responded, I'm telling you go get my change and no hiding. She smiled back closing the door. She turned and slowly walked to the door under his watchful eye. I could see them talking at the counter for a good minute. She then walked out smiling. He was watching in the window. Halfway she turned facing him and waved. Turned back and got in the truck. We started to leave. As we did a vehicle was swiftly approaching and pulled in. We pulled out turning left slowly. Two men got out and was turned watching us. I think he called someone as she was pumping gas.

Back on the interstate she said the conversation consisted of, so you lost a football bet and him talking to extend her stay till she got the money and said she has to get going. She said he was definitely stalling but thought it was to keep looking at her frontal nakedness but may have been for the other car. She said he was really sweet and complimentary. She asked how long it took me to plan that. I told her honestly the concept was easy the rest happened generically. I said prepaying was a spur of the moment idea since he appeared supportive of the bet payment. She loved every second of having no control of what she had to do.

As we drove, I told her my next plan of a reststop restroom break. Several to choose from.

Skipping ahead, I pulled into the first one. Two eighteen wheelers with trailers were parked out front running, no cars. I thought, what the hell I'm here anyway. I pulled up. She got out and walked to the restroom. I was hoping a truck or car would pull up but nothing. I see her peeking around looking. She then casually started walking back exaggerating her walk like a model waving at me. Half way we hear a loud air horn on one of the trucks. She paused but did not cover and started running laughing. We hear a voice shouting "WOOOHOOO, BOUNCE IT". She jumps in still laughing and we drive off to additional horns. We are laughing getting back on the interstate. I tell her there's still two more. The second one was closed with just a few trucks parked on the entrance and exit ramps so nothing.

The last rest area we pulled off the interstate. No trucks anywhere. Pull up and the building was well lit. There was an older kind of beat up sedan parked to one side empty. I assumed it was broken down or abandoned. I parked. I handed her her cell phone. I said, go inside and taked a full frontal picture and return. Smiling she said quote, Yes Sir. She casually walked the distance to the building and disappeared into the left side. Ten seconds later a man walking a dog on a leash rounds the building. Half way between my truck and the building were two concrete picnic tables with concrete benches. He stopped, sitting facing away from the table towards the walkway. He has an extendable leash so the dog is walking around in the grass. I text my wife, "man with dog sitting out front". Her text, "Yes Sir, what do I do". I text, take your picture and walk out. Her text, "Yes Sir". Just a few seconds, out she walks. I could not hear what was said. Here's what I saw. She walks out, turns walking towards the truck. He did not initially see her the dog barked. He looked, paused and stood up. She continued walking casually. He walked over to the walkway picking up his dog. He says something and she stopped. They spend a good fifteen or twenty seconds talking and she continued walking casually back to the truck. She got in all giggles.

We headed back down the interstate. She said he was initially shocked and concerned asking if she was OK or needed help. She explained the bet story to him. He was relieved and gave her compliments. She thanked him and returned. Next I looked at the picture. It was definitely a full frontal mirror shot. I had not worked out the plan with the picture and my brother. She asked why the picture. You will see. Not wanting to get my brother in trouble with his wife I text him. What you doing. He almost immediately responded bored at home what you doing. I text traveling down for the weekend. He responded that he thought we would be here by now. I text slow going, wife drunk teasing me slowing things down. He text, teasing? I text, yes, she keeps flashing me. We are at a reststop now, I'm parked waiting on her to get back from the restroom, shes finally out walking up now. I then look at her and say, text that picture to my brother. She started to complain but sent it saying, thanks for stopping, you should have come with me, as I instructed. After a long pause I get a text from him. I think she sent me a text by mistake. I then had her start texting him frantically. She spammed him some like, don't open that text, delete the last text, sent to wrong person, delete, don't look delete. Her phone rang, it was my brother admitting that he look. They went back and forth about the "accidental" text. He finally agreed to delete.

She asked if I thought he would. I said, probably not but he definitely wouldn't want to be caught with it by his wife. She actually laughed. We drove talking to the exit to get to my dad's. Off this exit is a really big and busy truck stop. It's after ten p.m. if I recall. I turned the opposite direction from going to dad's. She asked what I was doing. I had her lay in her reclined seat quartering the window. She had one foot on the floor, the other she had he calf resting on the doors armrest. We pulled into the truckstop and I stopped out of the way telling her don't move. I got out and walked around to her door. I stepped up on the truck step hanging on the side looking in. She is completely exposed. Tits on full display and if a driver looks down is seeing her pussy stretched open on display. I got in to her asking what I was doing. I said trying to see what a truck sees. I sat behind the truck stop waiting. Finally a truck pulling a tanker was going towards the exit on the opposite side of the lot. I cut across the front and got beside his trailer. We would both have to stop before pulling across the lanes headed back to the interstate. I said, when we get beside him you have to keep eye contact and wave when I say. He must have been fully loaded, he was creeping to a stop. I ended up passing him to a stop. He pulled up beside already smiling. My best description in this fully lit up area was he reminded me of a Jamaican. He was extremely black and had a crap load of dreadlocks tied on top of his head. He pointed to her nodding shaking his head yes and gave a thumbs up. I said, wave and smile. She did a very coy finger wave and squeezed her nipple. I drove off.

We got on the two lanes through a town and onto another two lane road through the countryside towards dad's. I asked her during this about the nipple play. She just said, he seemed appreciative so I did it. I said, you sure did. We did talk on the drive to dad's about what transpired so far. She was extremely pleased with me requiring her to do as I say. When we finally arrived at dad's, he was asleep. She took me in the bedroom still naked and proceeded to fuck me silly. She was really aggressive to the point I said, I believe I am supposed to be in control. Still riding me like she was on a jet ski in rough water, she said, after I'm finished. We did not last very long but she never stopped and continued till I was almost fully hard again. She again demanded full on aggressive fucking. Not sex, fucking. I'm working with a stiff thee quarters hard dick for the first ten minutes. Afterwards I was finally standing tall and hard. She had three full on orgasms till I finally lost what little load I had built up in the interim. We both fell out on top of the bed. I have no idea if dad heard us or came to check.

Saturday morning started at first light. I'll continue.