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Pt.1 – Stuck at the boom gate.

“It’s just up ahead on the left” pointed out my wife Clara, her phone navigating us to the close of our, going on 12-hour, long road trip to Strafe Havens Caravan park. I was bushed and couldn’t wait to hit the sack.

Clara was amazing, she was my love, my wife, my world, the only thing that matched the beauty of her soul and personality was her body, she stood 5’4, had a bombshell figure, if I do say so myself, I was never into the rake thin girls, Clara was curvy in all the right ways, with her heavy set full breast all but inviting you to find out just how soft she could be, and man being close to her never disappointed. Whenever I had the chance to make love to her, it was so hard to contain myself, made me always feel like a teenager again how quickly I would cum, but there lies the problem.

See, my wife and I had been going through a few marital issues in the home, an array in fact, starting with our problems conceiving a child due to an incident that befell me in high school and the fact that my wife was more or less sexually frustrated, we had been married 9 years, I was 32 and she was 29, we married young; straight out of high school and were each other’s first, we came to find out quiet promptly that she was unable to orgasm, from intercourse or oral, which was fine at first but has slowly put a dampener on our relationship. I had given her hours upon hours of foreplay, music, massages, the works, I tried every trick I knew with my tongue and hands, but to little result, I read books and watched YouTube tutorials. I tried with my cock but her tight pussy made that an extremely hard feat on top of an already seemingly impossible task. So she would simply get tired or bored, tell me to fuck her and we would both roll over and go to sleep, even when we fucked she had this look liked she’d rather be anywhere else and that it was almost a task for her.

That’s not to say we didn’t love one another, the love was truly there, it was magnificent, we gelled so well in day to day life, we worked well as a couple and had the same interests, only our bodies seemed to be on very different pages.

For the first few year’s things were great it was “It’s okay babe, some girls are just like this” and so she dug herself more into work, income and a stable home life instead of sex; to my dismay, but lately our sex life had been more like “are you done yet?”, her frustration a mixture of me Cumming freely and albeit quickly (since I knew she wasn’t going to any time soon) something that had started to become learnt behaviour and her not Cumming at all.

So! I devised a plan for our 9th year anniversary to go away and have some time; just Bornova travesti the two of us locked in a caravan, I bought lube, candles, toys: for her and I, lingerie, her sexy black calf-high length stripper shoes made of leather lace and very little clothing, I didn’t want her to have an excuse not to be nearly stark naked, I was going to give her a fuck fest of a month and bring some of the excited she claims we have lost back to our bedroom and marriage, I was going to give my wife an orgasm one way or another, BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY, and I told her as such with pride and determination.

I took the left and came to a halt at the boom gate a few moments had past when finally, the window slid opened and a young man about 18 years of age looked at me. He was a handsome well-built African American guy who seemed to be the only one in the office, he had a smug look on his face, but also looked bored. He had a tight jawline and some 5 o’clock shadow that made him look a little older than he most likely was.

“Yep?” he greeted slightly rudely, as if we were an imposition on whatever he was doing before we arrived. His voice was, smoky but raspy.

“Yeah, Hi, I have a booking under Jack” I confirmed.

The young man nodded but looked past me to my wife who had her face buried in her phone, she had her feet up on the dashboard, her toenails painted jet black, her tight and short jeans riding up high on her thigh and her well-tanned and clean-shaven legs, which also matched her clean shaven pussy, a treat for me later, that the young lad was obviously unbeknownst to.

Her massive milk tank tits were also almost falling out from her top and due to the long trip she had no bra on, her nipples clearly jutting out from behind the veil of her white thin tank top fabric.

The young lad nodded to himself; careless that I was watching him eye fuck my wife.

In your dreams little boy I thought.

She then crossed one leg over the other and swiveled slightly in the passenger side chair, he now had a perfect view up her short shorts, her lace and almost see-through panties moulded around the outline of her tight pussy, basically showing off all she had to offer. So much for her clean-shaven pussy being unbeknownst to this rude kid.

She looked up from her phone, wondering why we had no moved yet, too quick for the young lad to look away but she just smiled and giggled at his tactless staring, and a look crossed her eyes as she brushed a glance at the young lad, a look I had never seen, before swivelling away and going back to her phone. However, it didn’t look like the kid made any attempt to look away.

The young lad went back to his Bornova travestileri computer typed away for only a second and turned back. “Sorry, no booking for Jack”

“There should be… I called 2 weeks ago”

“Well, there isn’t” he retorted snarkily.

My wife slapped my arm to get my attention with a scoff to accompany it; suddenly listening in to the conversation “I told you to call and double check, did you call and double check?”

“No” I admitted.

My wife was the dominant and somewhat more professional one of the two of us in the relationship, due to always digging into work, she rolled her eyes leaning across me to talk to the young man, and from where she was leaning the kid could surely see her cleavage in full view.

“Excuse me” she begun “My husband forgot to double check but I do have the booking print out, does that help?”

“Maybe, maybe; for a hot piece of ass like you” he blurted out crassly.

“Hey what the-” I began, before my wife shushed me, placing a stern hand up to my face, she has done this before it means that I need to shut up and let her handle things.

My wife turned from me once she knew I had listened to her warning and her mouth turned into a full excited smile at the young boy’s praise “Why thank you!” she gushed. “Sorry about my husband”

“Nah, its okay” he stated rubbing his hands together and swaying slightly “I understand people can be intimidated sometime” he explained leaning on the window sill, his eyes still on my wife’s mouth-watering tits.

“So… the paperwork should be good if I can find it?” she explained slightly squeezing her arms together to bunch up her soft plump breasts.

There was a long pause as the young lad no doubt took inventory of her tits and added it to his wank bank before replying, “Yeah for sure” his demeanour changing to a more helpful one in seconds his voice smokier then when talking to me.

Oh brother I thought at the childish interaction happening.

My wife leaned back and opened her purse muttering annoyingly to herself, her annoyance was aimed at me however.

“Next time you should call ahead” stated the kid loud enough for my wife to hear his jab. “it helps speed things up”

I smiled and nodded impatiently, at the little prick “Yes, I will next time, if there is a next” time I quipped, trying to gain back some ground on smart ass remarks,

“I said shush it” snapped my wife “this young man is doing his job, something you should take notes on, I tell you every time….” continued my wife trailing off, getting more annoyed the more she thought about it, his comments adding fuel to the fire working perfectly.

My Travesti bornnova wife pulled out a piece of paper, I went to grab it from her to hand it to him when she pulled it back from my reach and leaned over me again to hand it to him.

“Lucky someone’s on the case” commented the young man before winking at my wife, who smiled back, he reached out to grab the letter when my wife starred at his hands.

“My, you have very large hands for a young man, how old are you?”

“Just turned 18″ he explained turning to his computer and typing, that’s not the only big thing about me either” he stated loudly.

I bit down on my tongue wanting to curse the kid out, my wife must have seen my frustration and just giggled again and poked her tongue out “I bet!” she added with playful excitement, god she could be a sexy tease when she wanted to be. No wonder she always got her way.

The kid turned back to her shooting her a smile before hitting enter and leaning back to hand me the paperwork. My wife and him looked at one another for a few seconds before she leaned back in her chair. Swiveling in her chair back and forth.

“Maybe you would be more comfortable putting your feet up on the dash” he commented.

My wife pursed her lips, she held a cheeky grin, thinking about his words before shrugging and placing her feet up on the dash, dragging her foot up her leg; swiveling slightly.

“What the hell had gotten into her” I thought to myself, she had never been this daring

Before this bullshit pissed me off, I cleared my throat. “er, herm, So…”

The young man shook his head and snapped back to his job “Oh yeah this looks good, you’ll be in lot 16, powered, here is your key to the amenities, and toilet cubicle. If you need anything don’t hesitate to come see me” he handed me the key without even looking, his eyes poised on my wife with a sure smile, he shut the window and the boom gate opened.

“What the hell was that?” I bickered

“Oh, calm down honey it was just a little fun, I was just trying to get us in without any hassle” she explained dismissively not looking up from her phone, when I didn’t respond, she swivelled in the chair facing me “don’t tell me you jealous of a young boy?” she pouted

“No, I just…”

My wife rolled her eyes, put both her feet on my seat and spreading wide so I could now see her panties, reaching down and pulling her undies aside; she grabbed one of my hands off the steering wheel placing it to her pussy.

“You’re acting like a child, you get to have this” she explained, moving my fingers all over her clit “you get this all the time”, My cock got instantly hard in my pants. I went to play with her more when she swiveled away quickly, clamping her legs shut tight

“No!” she yipped playfully shutting her legs “This is for later” she teased.

It didn’t escape me however, that the moment my hand had touched her previous pussy lips, they were already dripping wet.

-MrNobodyQuill

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