The fact that there are people who have been struck by lightning more than once is a great condolence to me as I am one of the few husbands whose wife has been raped trice in five years of marriage. Let me tell you she is not a slut or even sexy, just blessed with looks, which attract trouble. Her dressing sense is normal, little flash of midriff or cleavage but never her pale legs. She is the petrified one who really avoids trouble by not taking a lonely road or even drives shortcuts etc. In short she is a simple lady who secretly likes sex, but too conservative to admit even to herself that she needs more than her husband. This fuels her talent of landing in trouble very naturally.
After two years of boring marriage we found a way to satisfy our nights with innocent long drives. Cars were my passion and I use to repair junkyard cars with indigenous parts. Late nights I use to take the cars on country roads as these were unregistered polluting vehicles not suitable for city driving. We were in a small truck, which must have been some studio van or simple caravan in its glory days. Driver section was simple as any truck but truck still had some carpet lining and sleeping arrangement. Earlier that evening we had a formal appointment with some family friends, so Joyce was still in here formal clothes. It was a simple black pleated skirt with light yellow shirt, something you see only on above aging ladies. Even though conservative I remember that her black under-wire bras visible though her shirt gave her an innocent yet appealing look. But my hormones were kept under control by here constant nagging that it was late, its lonely, its dark, its illegal etc. Some where between the attraction and nagging I missed to notice that the vehicle was heating till I heard the knocking sound and the truck going dead. I knew that all it need was some time and water to move again so I picked the jerry can and asked Joyce lets take a walk to the lake we just passed.
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