35 comments/ 10156 views/ 26 favorites 39 and Liberated Pt. 01 By: AmyME1973 The following story is true. I've spent a lot of time reminiscing about this night and how my life changed afterward. I love the stories here and hope you find this to be both fun and inspiring. ***** So! It was a Friday eve was on my way into the city and had another hour or so to go. My husband and I live in the boonies with our two young children. I was on my way to celebrate my coming 39th birthday with some great girlfriends. These women are so good to me and really know my struggles in my marriage. My husband is really not available. We haven't had real sex in about a year, just playing around and always at my suggestion. I think he does it out of marriage duty or like worse, it feels like he is doing me a favor. My girlfriends really have convinced me to leave. It's a dead marriage and recently I've found out he has a mistress. I've seen confirming emails and he travels for work more, which is bullshit. I am weirdly not heartbroken...just stuck. I love being a mom but my life sort of ends there. I haven't felt like a wife in over a year. My girlfriends were trying to set me up or at least have a harmless make out session at a club in the city tonight. I was very nervous and I hadn't been taking it seriously till this night. I've never been with anyone else in eight years and here I was in a cute club mini dress showing off my cleavage and new open toed wood stilettos...I really love them because I am 5'5 and curvy. I am now in the best shape I've ever been since having my babies. I never dress like this anymore! I have amazing feature and curves but I rarely show them. I do zumba four times a week to get my body back but it is sad because it really is for no one but me. I take it back out not having feelings about my husband cheating. I was pissed because it's not like he had to stray at all. I worked hard at not losing his interest and felt totally foolish. I felt this outfit was not me anymore even though it's how I loved to look before marriage. I was adjusting to it in a good way. I also felt nervous, sexy and determined which was very refreshing. The plan quickly went south when my mom mobile (with car seats in the back) engine light came on and started to stall. To top it off, it was pouring raining and getting cold (it was early fall). Maybe this was the universe telling me I that making out with the guy my girlfriends wanted to introduce me to was wrong. I pulled over just hoping I could get triple A quickly and get home. I called triple A and they directed me to a local office. The nice guy on the phone said his nephew was done for the day but he would make him get me serviced and safe. I thanked him and he said it's probably going to be 30 minutes. Shit. I was getting cold. The night was fully shot. I texted my friends and they told me to hang in there and offered to pick me up but I was disappointed already done with the idea of being out. My mom had my babies at home and I probably just wanted to get some sleep...maybe have a glass of wine and play with my vibrator. It's rare that I'm alone. I was feeling really down now. Thank god for cell phones, I checked facebook/email/weather the usual- and got bored. I then starting looking at some porn videos too. Lately I've been fascinated with porn and the skill of those girls. I envied how free and young those girls looked but also new it wasn't a great start to life. I guess it was my loneliness. You can only fantasize about the guys who work at the gym so much. I get mad at my situation and myself because I look great but I am losing confidence...me getting off is too private and weird for a cute "MILF". I get checked out daily and the guy trainers at the gym make playful passes. But in the married with children mindset it's more disappointing that nothing can come of them. At least it was for me given what my husband has done. Still though, having something happen with one of the gym trainors didn't make me feel better at this point. In the middle of zooning out and enjoying a video, I heard a loud deep honk and this huge truck pulled in front of me in the breakdown lane. This thing looked like it could pull a train! It was about the size of a fire truck. I closed the video app nervously and made sure it was done. It was completely pouring out and about 6pm so traffic was heavy. And this tall figure popped out quickly and came up to my window, which I rolled down. When I saw him, I froze. He was gorgeous! He said, "Hi! Amy?" "Yes! That's me!" I stammered like a dork. He was getting soaked and said, "Hi. I'm Matt. Why don't we get you into the cab of the truck. It's warmer and dry." He helped me get out and I was so impressed that he got an umbrella out of the back and held it over me like a gentleman. Swoon! He helped me get up and into the passenger side of the huge truck. He jumped in quickly to reverse a few feet to my car and popped out again and came back more soaked 5 minutes later. He jumped in and we both looked at each other in disbelief about how hard it was raining. I apologize profusely for the timing of all this and he couldn't have been nicer about it. "That's what triple A is for mam." God he was gorgeous! He was about 28, tall, thick brown hair, boyish yet chiseled, biceps that were nearly as big as my legs. Beefy isn't the word. I was sweating and needed to ground myself. He apologized and said he needed to change his shirt, which was soaked. He took off his drenched T-shirt and grabbed a nice button down hanging in the back. I later figured out it was there because he was going out that night. Once he took off his shirt I knew I had no chances of grounding myself or not being a dork. He was like one of the trainers at my gym who seemed to live in the weight room-very very cut! Wow. We were off. He said his uncle's station was about an hour back the way towards my house which was convenient but that meant getting off the highway and getting back on again. The next exit was 20 minutes up but the highway was a parking lot. We made small talk. I told him I was going out with my friends and he said the same. I apologized for messing up his plans but he said his friends were local and he will catch up with them later. He was on his way to a party after cleaning up at home and brought some drinks for after work. For safety (probably his at that point), I mentioned in conversation my kids and husband and he gave me the biggest compliment, "I would never guess that you are a mom! You look to be my age!" I melted. I'm about to hit 40 and needed to hear that...given my situation. Hopefully he missed seeing the car seats in my mom mobile and wasn't just being nice. I relaxed much more as our conversation was really easy. He was getting ready to do a Master's degree in environmental policy and was intelligent and interesting. I told him I'd love to go back to school once the kids are older for psychology. He was also interested in that and we were having a great ole time. We got into politics, culture and the future. We didn't really notice that we weren't really moving at all. Traffic report revealed there was a major accident by the next exit and the highway was gridlocked. The weather didn't help. Half an hour later, we were still barely moving. Matt suggested we pull off at the upcoming rest area up ahead because he knew this was a long haul and that he had been on the road all day. The conversation was so in depth, I agreed and beamed when he said he had a six-pack and some shots if I didn't mind him driving later. I felt safe with him and was dying for a drink! The nervousness about the club and car was stressful. This was like Christmas! Better than over priced drinks and weird chitchat over loud music. I had to focus on the conversation because he was so dreamy! The service area was deserted and the rain continued. He gave me a beer after putting the truck in park and turned on the radio and innocently offered that we have a small party in lieu of our plans! I agreed gleefully and gratefully! Did I mention Matt was hot? Mature and completely sexy but most of all sweet and not anyone who fits in the truck driver stereotype (sorry if you are one). It seemed like we were fast friends as if we knew each other. He told me about his girlfriend and I about my husband but it seemed we both had half hearted tone to our voice. He picked up on that and was braver than I. He asked about my tone and with a drink in hand, I let him know the situation. It's easier to go there with a stranger. He was totally sympathetic and while never married said he had his fair share of prior and current problems. "We all do," he said. He also said my husband was a "tool" which made me feel nice. He said that with annoyance and empathy. It wasn't a cheer up the left behind spouse comment. Though I felt disappointed that Matt wasn't hitting on me. But I was really into having an adult conversation that didn't involve pre K or the movie Frozen. I asked if it was ok to ask about his "tone" and he reluctantly said his girlfriend doesn't trust him and get's into these periods of fights where she is constantly accusing him of being unfaithful. He said this with great annoyance because he has never been disloyal to any girl. I totally sympathized! The man I was with before I met my husband was abusive in that way, unrelentlessly monitoring me about other guys when I've never cheated. It's the worst because you are guilty no matter what. I shared that with him and that it is emotional abuse! Just then he got a text from said girlfriend making sure that he was at his friends house for drinks like he said he would be. We both laughed due to the timing! I felt really for him and totally baffled about who this woman is. Is she like a super model or something? We cheered ourselves up and started our second beer followed by a quick shot and toasted to our messed relationships! He had these nips of tequila with him. I've had my share in my 20s so I could handle it but I noted that I should stop hear for fear of making an ass out of myself. He was totally steady and we shared the mutual burn of the booze. I was feeling really buzzy and more and more curious about him. He explained his girlfriend was out of town for a month -that he misses her but is also relieved about a break from the in-person crazy accusations. I was also curious about her. I was a mix of feeling how dreamy he was and also feeling protective of him because he was so genuine and sweet. My abusive ex before my husband was an emotional nightmare but also, very bad in bed! I am normally avoidant of putting people on the spot but I felt he and I had a good funny vibe going on so I pressed him about her. "Can I say something?" I asked. He said" "Sure!" Silence...and me making a brave and hopefully a cute this is hard to say face. "She must really be worthwhile in bed for you to put up with the abuse." He laughed so hard and spit out his some of beer. Bad timing but super funny. He said "I can't. I don't think we could go there." Undefeated, I surprised myself by urging him on to tell me more and he laughed and said... "ugh...well it's kind of ok but, kind of unsatisfying in a certain way." I said, "I wondered! My ex was really terrible in bed! Totally unsatisfying! Crazy I stayed in it for that long!" He said he asks himself the same thing sometimes. He got out some paper towels and cleaned up his spilled drink on the wheel and I helped...we felt like a team. I looked back and could see the back seat compartment of the truck was much roomier. I asked about it and he said we should pull the front seats up closer to the dash and hang out back there. "I'll tell you all about her," he said. Traffic was still locked. Thank god! We scooched back there and we could spread out more which was refreshing. It was super comfortable and surprisingly clean. We were also more able to face each other better. I stretched out my legs more hoping he'd notice them and my heels. I joked and said, "You said, 'Unsatisfying in a certain way?' about the sex, "well that's not really enough info." He laughed and said in a funny if can you believe it tone, "Well, she doesn't really do what most guys really ask for and has her reasons." I laughed, paused and said, "Soooooo no oral?" I felt embarrassed and quickly apologized for asking. He relieved me by saying "It's totally ok and...Yup!" I said, "Now I really don't like her. God. Everyone needs that!" I couldn't believe that was coming out of my mouth! He laughed and said in a joking and defeated way..."It's true Amy...that. Is. True." We were becoming more pal-like in our common denominator of -really bad or no sex. I was getting really turned on with fantasy of providing him with what she denies him. I'd love it. I needed to refocus on the conversation. The atmosphere between us was that glorious boarder line between safe conversation and sex. I asked, "Well why though? Is she just one of those girls who isn't into it?" He said, "No...she's done it for prior guys." "Wow!" I said. "That's cold Matt." He laughed and just said, "It's more complicated than that...it is a size..compatibility thing. It's embarrassing to say but there really isn't a way to say it otherwise." It all came clear. The super sweet, hot, intelligent, beefy, man next to me apparently was LARGE. I blushed and eased the awkwardness with fanning myself like a southern belle and said "oh my." This made him get goofy. He profusely said in no way is he trying to get something started. Staying in role, I acted insulted and jabbed..."Well, what's wrong with a nice gal like me to not?" We laughed and I toned it down. He added that to make matters worse, he has been totally abstinent for two weeks and really wanted to last another two when she comes back so he can kind of prove that he is faithful. He said it's been a "challenge." I said that that was really sweet and tried to hide how arroused I was becoming. He was gorgeous, well endowed AND it had been awhile. This whole this was punishing. My growing tipsy-ness wanted to see how far I could go the flirting for myself. I didn't have much to lose. I hated this girl though. To be young and pre kids and be so blessed with a guy like this. You assume a girl or girls worship him with blowjobs and damn good ones to hold onto him. This is the kind of guy that most women would blindly obey so I was confused. Before I met my husband and well before the fire died out, I loved giving head and in college really worked at perfecting my skills...it's so much are part of me that I get myself wet by fantasizing about it and used to pride myself when I could go really deep. I often would be told I was the best they'd ever had. More punishing now though. At least when I get home I can fantasize about going down on Matt. That was a gift at this point. I pressed the issue with Matt and flirted in a selfish way. "So. I have to confess that when I was younger, I also had a problem with size in that way...tee hee. Most girls do and you have to sort of practice. " I was trying to not sound like a whore and be cute -pretending to be helpful but hoping for more innuendo from the conversation. "It's fixable and that I think you should see if she could work at it on her own." He laughed out loud! "Katie?! Katie doesn't work on anything that she doesn't want to be into." I said in a therapist voice, "Well Matt...it seems like we've learned a lot here today and that you should hear yourself when you talk about her." He laughed and said, "It's as bad as it sounds." He switched gears on me and asked playfully, "So... how did you work at it on your own Amy? I'd love to hear about your approach, expertise...tricks...tips...how to videos." He totally turned the tide and was flirting! I couldn't stop laughing! "You make me sound like the BJ therapist!!" More laughter. I flirted back and said, "Well to be really helpful, I would need to assess what she is dealing with to come up with a plan." He rolled his eyes as if to say 'Oh boy...Here we go'. I cut him off quickly and said in a professional and confident tone, "and don't tell me. It's better if I see because of the circumference factor. I also want to make sure there is no exaggeration"... I was stunned I said it. I also felt super proud though because what guy to resist a prove your size challenge. Amazingly, he met me in my game, at this jump off point and surprisingly said, "Really? Are you sure?" I stayed in role, sat up straight, and said, "I'm totally sure and I can tell you if she could learn to handle it or not." I really wanted him to show me. It would make my year! We were both pretty buzzed at this point and he said, "well ok". My heart was racing. I couldn't believe this was happening now. I was in another world and couldn't believe how erotic and playful this had become. He looked at me and grinned and started to unbutton his button down from the top, which confused me. Why undo your shirt when it's in your pants? Once he got down to the last 2 or 3 buttons, I could see why. His cock was sticking out above his belt line like by four inches or so. He must have had it resting against his belly otherwise I would have not been able to ignore it. He then opened his belt buckle and button fly and it sprang forward! I gasped in delight at the size of it. There it was...he was fully erect and it was the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen. It was nearly as round as one of the beer bottles and just as tall. Intimidating and perfect. I was fascinated and stunned. I whispered "Really?...oh my god!?" in happy delight like it was a box of puppies ; ) I must have sounded like a twenty year old. I somehow asked him to see it all and he pulled his balls out too (also gorgeous and impressive). He was shaved and totally beautiful. I've never been with someone fully shaved and was intrigued since it's like a norm in the videos I've been watching. He said coyly "well, what is your assessment? " I giggled and tilted my head cutely and said "Oh she would have to take a special class for that for like a year probably. You have an advanced thing going on there." We laughed and in role I told him, "See this is why I needed to see it to be helpful! I don't know if my assessment changes your problem though..." More innocent laughter. "Can I touch it?" I said impulsively and not thinking. The atmosphere between us was supercharged. I wasn't really me in this moment but in a good way. Nervously he paused and softly said, "Yeah...but remember, I haven't come in like two weeks so let's just be careful." Nervous laughter. "Not even by yourself?" I asked, and he said no. So hot. He reached down to his phone to turn it off. I felt relieved about that! As if she knows! I schooched closer to him and my dress bunched up closer to my panties. My legs crossed over bunching them up further. I was sitting behind the passenger side and he was behind the driver. Mesmerized, I gently turned more and sat on the edge of the seat...and brushed my right hand over his huge member and omg...his cock was unbelievably hot and hard! I couldn't get my hand around it. I quickly concluded that it was the largest I've ever felt. My husband is never fully hard and Matt was rock fucking hard like a rolling pin. It was as if his cock became the third person in the cab. I leaned in closer towards him and started stroking him in the sexiest way I could. I gently rubbed my hand up and down his shaft and circled my index finger around the perfect head. His cock would jerk spasmically in response to me. I circled my hand around and as gentle as possible stroked him. He turned my chin to him and kissed me deeply and I met all of his delicious thrusts. THAT KISS...was like concentrated sex. Never mind that I had his thick hot monster in my hand, he could have made me his slave for life with that kiss. Earlier today I had ran the gauntlet of pick up and drop off, groceries, laundry, drop of at mom's and here I was in a sexy dress with my straps falling down, stiletto open toed heels on and I was slowly stroking this man's gorgeous cock like a little club whore AND he is more than 10 years younger then me AND whom I've known for less than two hours. I could feel myself become hotter and wetter. I was in another world.