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Director Jekyll & Ms. Hidesnothing Ch. 01

By: DocCIS



Chapter 1 - Southern Hospitality

As with most self-confident, beautiful women, my wife Heather has a tendency to be an exhibitionist. I believe it has something to do with them being so confident intellectually and successfully, the added trifecta of being able to also control with their sexuality is the ultimate thrill.

The first time I met her was at a party wearing a sexy outfit fully displaying her figure for all to see, composed of two pieces of blue lace tubing—one tightly wrapped around her well-defined chest and the other around her slim waist—with knee-high strapped high heel sandals. She carried the air of somebody not only confident in her mental attributes, but also her own sexuality, not afraid to show either of those qualities off; the type of girl who knew she looked good and was not afraid to use it to her advantage. Talking to her I could tell from her demeanor and intelligence—in combination with her killer body—there would be something special between us. She was not stuck-up about any of her attributes, including her beauty, being very down-to-earth, extremely well-educated and not simply a "dumb broad," attracting me to her even further.

Her self-confidence and awareness of how her body affects men has gotten her to where she is today: a highly-paid executive in the position of Director of Finance and Relations for South America within a large financial firm. That is not to say Heather is a slut who fucked her way to the top. On the contrary, she has the knowledge and capabilities for the position, with business and finance graduate degrees from Harvard University finishing summa cum laude in both fields. What I mean is in the highly male-dominant world of business, my wife knows exactly how to use her body in order to distract a man and influence their decisions with a show of leg or a bit of cleavage. Even the innocent gesture of placing her hand on a man's shoulder at the right moment has the power to sway their opinions to hers. 

Heather says men, being so visually oriented, are easy victims. The slightest hint of a promise, no matter how innocent, of something more intimate can make the most business-savvy man agree to contracts they normally may take a closer look at or disagree about. When she has come across other women in her job, her intelligence and confidence wins them over, so it is not only her body but her mind well-honed. In simple terms, she has the best in looks, body, and mind and knows how to use them—a dangerous combination which has served her well for her career.

Describing her does not do justice to how hot she really is, but I will make the attempt. Heather is a 5'8" long-haired dark brunette with a 36C-25-34 athletic build, keeping fit by regularly jogging and exercising at the gym. At 32-years-old her body is well-toned—her long firm legs not requiring nylons to hide any imperfections and only worn as accoutrements to an outfit. She has the most perfect firm breasts as well, not requiring a bra for support, but again, worn to accentuate her cleavage and serve as a clothing accessory. Coming from mixed Mediterranean and Latin descent, her dark skin has been enhanced by regularly sunbathing by our pool on the weekends.

Heather has an extensive wardrobe ranging from the sleaziest and skimpiest club outfits to well-refined business suits. She rarely wears pants outfits—most of her clothing being dresses and skirts—preferring to show off her legs to her advantage. Even shorts are a rarity for her as she feels she can tease men more with the slimmest possibility of them thinking they will be able to see more up a skirt than the limited view offered by enclosed shorts. Yet even as revealing as her outfits are, they are all very tasteful; she has an uncanny ability to make even the most scandalous outfit look classy on her, never appearing slutty.

Her work attire is carefully composed of business outfits which are both sexy and respectable. She always wears sexy undergarments, saying in order to act sexy she needs to feel sexy. She enjoys teasing me by saying she never knows who might get a glimpse of her beneath her clothes. 

Her standard outfits consist of sheer silk blouses with a business jacket. During highly stressful and intense meetings, she can take off her jacket to show glimpses of her lacey undergarments or with a simple unsnapping of a top button, reveal enough cleavage to distract a client. Her skirts range in cuts from slightly above her knees to almost upper thigh in order to show off her legs to her advantage, having perfected so many ways to sit, a man is always caught unawares with a glimpse of more leg than usual. Finishing off her outfits generally will be thigh-high stockings and garters, complemented by high-heeled shoes to further emphasize her legs.

I love the exhibitionist side of her, being turned-on when other men vie for her attention. It is almost a power trip to me knowing no matter how much she shows off, she goes home with me each night and her beautiful body is all mine.

As hard and dedicated as she works, Heather plays even harder. This dichotomy has led to her friends nicknaming her "Director Jekyll and Ms. Hidesnothing"—during the day she will be in well-respected business outfits as a savvy and ruthless business woman and then at night her general rule-of-thumb is to show off as much of her body as possible, flirting and partying like no tomorrow. The nickname is a play on her maiden name—Jacqueil—which she utilizes for business.

One of Heather's favorite pastimes is shopping, and on average will buy a new outfit each week, for both work and play. She has as many club outfits as business outfits, all her extracurricular wear similar to her business attire, being tasteful, yet revealing. As her nickname suggests, she hides nothing; however, that is not to say she walks around exposing herself to everybody. Her clothes are selected to give the hint of seeing more, without really exposing herself.

Even after being married for eight years, our sex life is good; however, as with most couples together this long, we have fallen into a bit of a sexual rut. To spice things up we started acting out role-playing games giving us both some excitement back into our lives. 

Lately we have raised it to a new level, telling each other our innermost fantasies and attempting to live them out for each other. Heather is very secure in her sexuality and enjoys the attention of others, knowing I will be the one with her at the end of the night, so as with work, she goes all out in order to please me.

In fact, she has made a personal game for herself by grading her accomplishments and success in arousing me based upon how I react, calling it my "dick-o-meter." When out and trying to turn me on she will often walk by and squeeze my crotch, whispering her level of success. A "five" was being fully erect and sticking out of my pants, whereas a "three" was being aroused, but not visibly as much. A zero was no response at all and the numbers in between were gradations of those extremes. A four or five made her feel she was accomplishing her goal; however, whenever less she says she needs to work "harder," smiling at the double-entendre.

For the most part our playing has consisted of scenarios like going out in public without underwear, meeting at one of our offices in nothing but an overcoat, or having sex with each other in a public place. We even have contests going to bars and seeing which one of us can pick up a "date" first. All of it has been harmless playful fun, never doing more with another person other than making out or heavy petting. 

The idea of a high level executive businesswoman acting like a slut, in combination with said slut being my wife has been one of the most incredible turn-ons in ever. Seeing another man kissing and fondling not only a Director in one of the largest finance firms but also my wife has been a great aphrodisiac and has led me to think of other thoughts. 

Specifically, one of my biggest fantasies has been to watch her have sex with another man, but as mentioned, although Heather dresses provocatively and is a naturally-born tease, she is not a slut. She behaves slutty, but has never crossed the line. Other than me, she has only been with two men in her life, content saying "three's a charm." She insists after finding me she has no interest in another man sexually. Although she does not mind being fondled by another man when role playing and even gets turned on, her real thrill is the knowledge I am watching and feeling my excitement when making love afterwards. I can understand her sentiments, as I only have eyes for her; however, every time I imagine her being pleasured by another man, my blood starts rushing and my cock turns rock hard.

As the Director of South American relations for her firm, Heather travels quite a bit. My job as an independent business consultant allows me to work remotely anywhere I want, so I frequently accompany her on most trips at her request, telling me she would not have any fun without me. Heather has friends all over the world making every trip exciting as there always seems to be a party where we go. Although we sometimes go out as a couple, but more often we are with more people. I have few close friends, but Heather is a social butterfly, having an entourage of people she hangs out with from both when she went to school and work. She is the type of girl once you meet and become friends she is a friend for life. Her friends consist of both women and men, the latter accepting they are not getting anything from Heather beyond copping a feel now and then, but bend over backwards for her if she asks a favor. As with her behavior in business, the flash of a bit of skin, the innocent placement of her hand on them typically bends them to her will.

Being in a high-paying job such as Heather and her business friends has its benefits, as the parties we attend are ones you only see in movies or dream about—extravagant affairs with good food, good drink, and beautiful women. Most of the women are personal friends with Heather who compete with her on how much of their bodies they can reveal, saying Heather remains undefeated, having a built-in talent for looking classy even if she were naked, again living up to the second part of her nickname. 

All the parties have some theme to them: some are costume balls, others are well-to-do social affairs with tuxedoes and ballroom gowns, and still others pool parties with plenty of women as beautiful as Heather walking around in nothing but skimpy bikinis. As with Heather, her friends tend to party as hard as they work, which brings us back to this particular story...

I had recently accompanied my wife to Atlanta for a conference. There was a large financial firm her company was investing in within Argentina and executives from both companies were meeting at the conference for a final review of documentation to sign and close the deal. It was a big contract, potentially worth several hundred million dollars, and each company had an army of lawyers present making sure everything was in order. Heather, as Director of South America for her firm was the lead on the project and had been working long hours for this particular job the last several months. If successful, it could lead to a promotion as a vice president, if it fell through, with the current economic situation, it would mean layoffs for many in her company, so she was very edgy. Thankfully, the contract was signed, sealed, and delivered and Heather was ready to unwind.

I knew she was looking forward to a break and a heavy weekend of partying after having her nose to the grindstone for so long. The meeting could not have come at a more perfect time, as one of her friends from school was holding his annual "barn dance" in South Georgia in conjunction with the local watermelon festival. As I have mentioned, Heather's friends know how to party and cost was never an issue. Although the party was labeled a "barn dance," it was a misnomer, being quite an extravagant affair. 

Her friend John owned over 400 acres of land divided into cattle and horse pastures, hay and cotton fields, and a 30 acre "residence" plot of land with a huge plantation-style house. Further back on the large plot of land he built an immense "barn." The barn was more a dance hall than having anything to do with farming; although it was filled with tractors, saddles, and other farming paraphernalia, those were decorations and he had spent an inordinate amount of money making it the perfect setting for what could only be called a millionaire's country hall. The first time I heard how much he spent on it, I realized my parents had a house costing less than his so-called barn. 

The inside of the barn contained a huge dance floor lightly covered in fresh sawdust and a stage where hired bands played the entire party. On the sides of the barn were dozens of "stalls" which were actually small rooms with double-beds made to look like hay bales and the walls covered with horse tack. Each "stall" living quarters also had its own private bathroom. The rooms were typically for married couples and if you counted only those, there was limited sleeping capacity. However, above the dance floor was a large community sleeping area—"the hay loft"—covered with fresh, soft hay and grass. The beds in the stalls and hay loft were all equipped with down comforters and pillows and were the most comfortable beds I have ever slept in—although people rarely slept during this party. Instead, the "stalls" were used more for the numerous quick rendezvous with a new friend and such. Still, there were some needing rest once and a while and the stalls were sound-proofed, so you could not even hear the band outside the doors of your room, ensuring both privacy and being able to sleep in peace.

The area outside the barn was well-manicured and many people roamed around barefoot, which is incredible if you are familiar with Southern Georgia—John's gardening service was top-notch and there was not one fire ant present. In the middle of the manicured "field" was a large man-made pond; however, it was not some livestock watering hole, instead being a heated in-ground pool with a silt bottom made to look like a pond—an upper-class swimming hole.

The party started late Friday afternoon and typically went nonstop until late Sunday evening. There was an open bar and a continuously refreshed buffet of food serving fried chicken, country fried steak, greens, watermelon, and all other types of Southern fair throughout the entire event and keeping with the Southern theme. 

Promoting the "barn dance" motif, the hired help dress up as farm hands; however, as the party became a yearly tradition, even the guests wore farming attire ranging from coveralls, jeans, and flannel shirts to formal Southern Confederate outfits. Dressing up was not mandatory—there was plenty of people running around in bathing suits to use the swimming hole during the party—but over the years if you did not at least dress in denim you stood out, so most dressed accordingly. 

We had not been to one of John's parties in a couple of years, always having meetings or other events interfering, so it would be the first time in a while we could spend the whole weekend there without worrying about work. Heather had been looking forward to the party for months, knowing the Argentina deal would be taking most of her time and unable to let loose until then. The conference held the week right before the party and the deal closing at the end of the week was an amazing coincidence which neither of us regretted. With as much stress as she had been having, I knew Heather would be wilder than usual, and could not wait to see her in full force as she let loose Director Jekyll's doppelganger

To conform to the theme of the party, Heather and her girlfriends had coordinated outfits, primarily to avoid the atrocity of wearing the same things. Listening to her talk, the outfits ranged from "Daisy Duke" shorts to coveralls to cowgirl outfits, and all sorts of country type wear in between. 

I did not know what Heather would be wearing, as she did not want to spoil the surprise, so when she stepped out of the bathroom Friday morning after changing my mouth fell open as my dick immediately flooded with blood. Heather's outfit was revealing as was to be expected, and she looked incredible!

The first thing I noticed as she walked towards me was her long legs going on for miles. She was wearing a tiny flared faded denim mini-skirt with the bottom hem completely frayed giving it a well-worn look. The skirt barely covered her ass as she walked, exposing ass cheeks while her long smooth legs were accentuated by four-inched corked platform red sandals.

Looking up, I focused on the enticing mounds of flesh exposed by her top—a red and white checkered shirt tied into a halter top baring her waist and stomach. The tie was beneath her breasts, pushing them up and out to reveal an incredible amount of cleavage. She kept the shirt completely unbuttoned, and with the lifting support of it tied beneath her breasts her chest was fully displayed, barely covering her nipples, and I felt my mouth watering. 

Forcing my eyes away from all the flesh spilling out of her top, I saw she had tied a red bandana around her neck, and to complete the outfit, was wearing a straw cowgirl hat. Finally able to focus on more than her legs and chest, I noticed she had her long hair tied into pigtails with red bows.

I could not believe how hot she looked. She was the epitome of the farmer's daughter as she slowly sauntered her way to me, her long tanned legs looking amazing in the high platform shoes, raising her to my height. 

I pulled her into me, giving her a long kiss as my hands explored first her bared waist, then sliding down to her ass. Giving her a long kiss, I grabbed her ass, feeling the skirt raise up as I met bare flesh. I stood back, looking at her in amazement. "You're not wearing any underwear?" I exclaimed looking at her in surprise. 

Although Heather dressed provocatively, she typically did not do anything that extreme and I looked at her questioningly. Grinning evilly in response, Heather raised her skirt, exposing a white silk laced thong. The thong was extremely sheer, doing little to hide the outline of her well-shaved mound while in the back left her ass cheeks free, nestling within the crack of her well-shaped butt.

"Since it's so hot here in Georgia I figured I didn't need to literally sweat my ass off," she laughed. "Besides, I'm sure the other guys won't mind," she teased, spinning around causing the flared skirt to rise up, flashing glimpses of what it barely hid underneath.

I felt my dick hardening through the denim coveralls Heather had bought me as I thought of the view other guys would get when we danced.

Noticing my growing bulge Heather smiled, "Looks like you don't mind my outfit either," she laughed. "Come on, it takes almost three hours to get there and I need to party!" she said, pulling me out the door of the hotel room. We received several stares; however, all of them were focused on Heather who looked like a country porn star in—and out of—her outfit.

The drive down Interstate Highway-75 was uneventful—or at least what I remembered of it. My eyes barely watched the road as they drifted to Heather's long legs and sexy body. Sitting in the seats, her skirt did little to hide her waist, and the air conditioning was fluttering the checkered material of her top giving occasional brief glimpses of her dark areoles as I realized she was braless. In addition, the air conditioning caused her nipples to be hard and prominent through the thin material and my mouth was watering to take them into my mouth.

Heather had brought some wine coolers and was getting a good buzz on while I drove, and I knew I needed get to the party soon to catch up with her—it was no fun being together unless we were "in-synch" with our drinking, so I sped up, trying to focus more on the drive than my wife's body.


Director Jekyll & Ms. Hidesnothing Ch. 01



We were about an hour south of Macon when Heather pulled out the directions she had gotten from her friend John. It had been a while since either of us had visited his ranch, and Heather said he had changed the entrance in order to keep out the public. Looking at the directions she told me we needed to turn off at the next exit. 

My mind was more attentive on imagining the male eyes watching my wife at the party, knowing she would be the hottest and most desirable girl present. I was painfully aware of the growing hardness between my legs as my mind drifted to further fantasies of her with other men. 

I was lost so in my reverie I became startled when Heather suddenly said, "Tim, this is where we turn off!"

The exit did not look familiar, but having not been here in some time and with the change of the route, Heather was the designated navigator with the directions. Pulling off the exit I noticed it was all farmland—not even a corner store or any indication of a gas station or other business.

"How far is it?" I asked, looking down at the gas gauge. "We probably want to find some gas and fill up before we head into the back roads to John's ranch," I told her.

"Oh don't worry," Heather replied back to me, anxious to get to the party. "John told me he had a small gas station built right near his ranch so we can fill up the SUV for free when we get there," she smiled at me, reaching down and slowly rubbing my crotch. 

I was so taken with her smile, her sexy attire, and the feel of her hand through my pants I dumbly agreed with her and continued driving, ignoring the low fuel warning light. 

Heather continued giving directions as we turned on to a dirt road as she abstractedly rub my crotch, my mind taken by the slow sensation of her hands on me instead of watching the road.

After a while we had made several odd turns and I asked if we were lost. Heather smiled, "Don't worry; John's directions are pretty clear. He had a new road put in and made it pretty roundabout to keep the public away from his little hidey hole," she explained. "The route is convoluted, which is why he sent out new directions. We should be there soon," Heather replied as she turned towards me, my eyes drifting to her partially exposed breasts, admiring the view.

She looked beautiful, and I could not help but let my imagination drift again, wondering what she would look like being fucked by another man. I was more focused on Heather's body and gentle massage of my crotch than the dirt road as she continued to give directions. We made several turns onto various other dirt roads, driving deeper and deeper into the Georgia countryside, and a part of my mind was thankful having an SUV, but my attention was predominately riveted on her. I did notice passing fewer and fewer residences and knew must be getting close to John's ranch, as it too was pretty isolated.

Suddenly my reverie was broken by the car jerking a few times and the engine sputtering. Looking alarmingly at the gas gauge I realized we were out of gas! I had totally forgotten about it, being so caught up by Heather's hands on me.

"Shit honey, we're out of gas," I told her, coasting over to the side of the road and stopping the car. "Hell, I'm not familiar with this area, I'm not sure where there's a gas station or even which direction," I said.

Heather laughed, "Oh sure, that's a good excuse, running out of gas," she said. "Quit fooling around and let's get to the party, you can ogle my body all you want and more when we get there," she grinned.

I looked at her and pointed to the gas gauge as her eyes got wider, realizing I was telling the truth. 

"Shit," she said, and then shrugged, the movement causing her breasts to rise and fall, catching my eye. "I'm sorry honey, I owe you an apology for telling you not to stop earlier," she said with a small frown.

I could not blame Heather, as neither of us knew the new route to John's house and told her it was not her fault, leaning over and giving her a soft kiss. Heather returned the kiss, her tongue sliding across my lips and it felt like we were in high school necking in the car. I stared into her beautiful green eyes as the kiss turned into something more passionate.

Reaching up, I gently cupped her breast but she pulled away. "Now now dear, let's worry about getting to the party before we get a bit carried away," she chuckled.

I knew she was right, but she was looking so hot in her farmer's daughter outfit I wanted her right then and there.

Finally settling on the situation at hand, I pulled out my cell phone. Hitting the number in my contacts for AAA, I put the phone to my ear to only h ear silence. Looking at the phone, I saw no bars, my stomach sinking. Showing Heather, she pulled out her phone, which also was receiving absolutely no reception.

"We should not have to wait too long," she reasoned. "There should be plenty of people coming to John's party, so we should see some traffic eventually."

I agreed with her, admiring how her business mind focused on the more practical side of things as we sat and waited.

Unfortunately, if you have ever been to South Georgia in the late summer you know sitting inside a parked car is not the most pleasant of experiences. After 15 minutes, even with all the windows rolled down, we had to get out of the car to try and cool down. Heather still had a couple wine coolers left which we shared. In anticipation for the food at the party, we had not eaten that morning, and the alcohol was giving us both a good buzz.

After an hour on the roadside and the last of the wine coolers finished, we were both feeling miserable. Although uncomfortable, I could not keep my eyes from Heather whose body glistened with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her top was completely wet with sweat and hugged her breasts like a second skin. She was looking so good I could barely wait to get her into one of the stalls at the barn and fuck her silly—in the air conditioned barn I lamented.

Several times I tried calling AAA and John on the cell phone, but again received nothing but silence. Heather kept reasoning there would undoubtedly be people coming down this road since John had given the directions, and we should wait it out.

"John won't answer the phone with the party going on anyways," she explained. "And by the time triple A arrives we'll probably have seen a group of cars down this road and already be on our way to a gas station."

I could not dispute her logic as we continued to wait in the hot Georgia sun. 

I was almost dozing off from the hot day when the sound of a vehicle with no muffler came through the trees. Instead of coming from the direction of the highway we had driven from, the sound was coming from the opposite direction, but in our current predicament we were not picky as we prepared to flag down the oncoming vehicle. The sound of the muffler-less exhaust got louder and louder, and eventually we saw a truck come over the hill, a large cloud of dust billowing behind it from the dirt road. It was an old red flatbed Ford pickup, circa late 1960's, and seeing the run-down condition, knew it was a local resident and not anybody associated with the party; however, at this point we could care less. 

As the truck came closer I saw two people in the cab, the back of the truck empty except for a few square bales of hay. Waving our hands to catch the driver's attention, the truck slowed down and pulled in front of our SUV. 

Walking to the opened window on the driver's side, I saw two men, obviously local farmers or hired hands. Both were wearing denim coveralls, considerably more worn than the ones I was wearing. With the summer heat neither was wearing shirts—unlike me who unfortunately had on a thin flannel shirt, expecting to have been in an air conditioned barn. I noticed each was well-muscled, their bodies covered in grime and sweat confirming my suspicion they were likely hired hands. The driver was wearing an old, faded black cowboy hat over his dark brown sweat-soaked head while the passenger had on a frayed, sweat-soaked baseball hat, curls of his blonde hair peeking out from beneath the hat and matted to his brow with sweat.

Introducing myself and Heather, I explained to them our predicament waving to the SUV where Heather was standing and asked if they knew of a gas station nearby. Neither replied, and as I turned to look back at them saw both staring blatantly at Heather, their mouths hanging open. Glancing back at her I understood their stares, again admiring her long smooth legs, flat stomach, and perfect figure. In the late afternoon sun her body was shining with sweat, most of her skin exposed, her sweat-soaked shirt clinging to her breasts and doing nothing to hide her figure.

I cleared my throat to get their attention and the driver turned to me blushing. "Well shucks Mister," he said apologetically in the deepest Southern drawl I had ever heard, "Yer missus sho is purty," he said as he glanced back at Heather. 

The guy in the passenger seat had not broken his gaze and continued to stare in wonder out the window at my wife. I could not argue with his comment, nor blame them for looking at her, instead explaining again how we had run out of gas and asking if they knew of a gas station, trying to get their attention off Heather. 

Barely giving me any notice, both men suddenly got out of the truck, literally ignoring me as they walked towards Heather. They were both several inches taller than me, and with their grimy well-muscled physiques I began to feel vulnerable as I realized they could easily beat the crap out of me. We were out in the middle of nowhere on the side of a dirt road in the deep South with two strange guys we did not know from Adam. Although I should have told them to continue on their way, I again recalled not seeing a house for miles and the lack of traffic on the road, resigning myself to ask for their help as I looked towards my scantily clad wife being ogled by the two country bumpkins.

Standing next to her, the guy from the passenger side of the truck took off his baseball cap, his sun-bleached blonde hair plastered to his head as he apologized to Heather, "Sorry fer staring ma'am, we just ain't seen such a purty girl 'round these here parts afore," he explained to her, wiping sweat from his head. "My name's Bobby and this here's my brother Billy," he introduced themselves, talking more to Heather than me; I seemed to be forgotten behind them as they continued to openly stare at my wife's body.

Heather smiled, thanking him for the compliment as she told him it was no problem. She repeated what I had said about running out of gas and this time the driver—Billy based on the introductions—answered, also taking off his hat to Heather. 

"Well sure ma'am, there's a fillin' station 'bout half hour down the road. Shucks, we'd be happy to take y'all there if y'all need a lift," he smiled, his dark brown hair waving in the slight breeze.

Heather gave one of her dazzling smiles as she placed her hand on Billy's bare shoulder, telling him it would be great if they could take us BOTH there to get gas for the SUV.

Heather must have felt as vulnerable as I did as she stressed the word "both" glancing at me standing behind them, giving a quick wink as I suddenly realized she was doing what she did best, flirting and manipulating men. Billy stared mesmerized at the well-manicured hand on his bare shoulder and I noticed for the first time Heather had painted her nails to match the red of her outfit.

I knew what she was doing and had mixed feelings. As I mentioned, Heather is a master manipulating men through flirting; however, typically was in a business scenario, not with total backwoods strangers while stranded in the remote country of South Georgia. I had visions of being murdered and my wife raped, scenes of the movie Deliverance coming to my head. 

Yet at the same time, seeing their eyes literally drinking in Heather's beauty, I felt an odd sense of excitement as well, as I usually do when watching her flirt.

I gave her a quick nod of acquiescence to indicate I understood, seeing both men's gazes move down her arm, resting on her exposed chest as Billy told her it was perfectly alright, they would be happy to "blige."

Bobby continued staring at Heather's chest, licking his lips like a man thirsting for water as Heather turned and gave him another smile, drawing his attention off her chest. "We really thank you," she continued, starting straight into Bobby's eyes, and then looking as deeply over at Billy. "We'll even show our appreciation by paying you for your troubles and inconvenience," she said.

I shrugged at Heather as she said this, not caring if we spent some cash to get out of here. Hell, it had been our fault, so paying them even a hundred bucks or so to take us to a gas station and back would not be any inconvenience.

"Shucks ma'am, there ain't be no need," Billy said, seeming to be the more talkative of the two as I again noted the thick Southern drawl, "it'd be our pleasure taking such a purty girl sumplace withouts..."

Seeing movement out of my eye, I glanced at Bobby as he cut his brother off, "Yes ma'am, it'd be our pleasure," he said, looking intently at his brother now. "I reckon we can talk payment on our ways to the fillin' station, eh Billy?" he asked his brother carefully, who only nodded.

I again felt an odd fear, wondering if we should rethink their offer, but it was nothing on which I could put my finger on, and Heather broke the moment by slapping her hands together saying, "Great!" 

The movement caused her breasts to press together as three pairs of male eyes focused directly on her chest. Not indicating she noticed—and I wondered if she were still playing them—Heather started walking towards the pickup truck as our gazes immediately dropped to her ass swaying with each step away from us.

Both men rushed past me towards Heather as I started to move towards the truck as well. Bobby quickly reached the passenger side and opened the door, motioning to Heather. "Sorry ma'am, there be only room for one of y'all in the front, so hope yur ol' man don't mind sittin' in the back?" he asked. 

"Oh, that's alright," Heather said pleasantly, "I'm sure my 'old' man won't mind, would you honey?" she grinned at me.

With her back turned, I saw Bobby looked at Billy with a grin, then back at Heather when she turned back around to move to the side of the truck.

Looking back, I should have had alarm bells going off in my head; however, the "old" comment really got to me. I was only 6-years older than Heather; however, I was prematurely grey and the age thing really bothered me. I had considered getting my hair dyed back to its original color, but Heather always convinced me to keep it, saying she liked the sophisticated look it gave me. 

I knew Heather was teasing me when she came over and smiled, giving me a kiss on the cheek as she whispered, "Don't worry hon, I'll keep them in line, and you are NOT old," she said, lightly punching me in the stomach, knowing me better than anybody.

I only half heard her as I saw both guys starting down at Heather's ass, knowing the view they got of the bottom of her ass cheeks when she had reached up to give me the kiss. 

Again about to say something, my attention was broken as Heather told both boys it was perfectly fine as she climbed into the truck cab. 

I almost laughed aloud as both guys' mouths fell open as Heather's short skirt did little to hide her ass cheeks peeking from beneath her skirt as she climbed up into the truck cab. My wife appeared oblivious to her display as she scooted to the middle of the cab seat and I wondered if she had done it on purpose or really was unaware of her display.

The moment was quickly broken as both guys anxiously climbed into the truck cab, Heather sandwiched between them. Not having anywhere else to go, I moved to the back of the truck and climbed up. I saw the back window was broken out—there was probably not any concern of a truck in this shape being stolen, I mused—so moved a couple of the hay bales to the back of the cab to sit and be able to talk to Heather. The seat was high enough to look over Heather's shoulder and I could see into the cab, noticing the truck was a manual transmission, Heather's tanned and glistening legs straddling the large gearshift.

The truck started and slowly pulled around our car back onto the road. The missing muffler was abysmally loud, especially from outside in the bed of the truck, and although I could hear murmurs of the men talking to Heather, could not hear clearly. I yelled through the window asking Heather if everything was alright and she turned her head smiling at me, yelling she was perfectly fine and we would be at the gas station soon.

They talked and I was resigned to only catching the conversation when Heather occasionally yelled out the window to relay what was said. It was all mundane stuff about the guys' lives explaining they had both lived here all their lives, having quit high school early to help out on the farm. None of this was a surprise recalling their manner of speech, and I nodded, not really caring to hear their life story. 

I knew Heather was trying to be cordial, but as I was sitting in the back of the truck, muffler blaring in my ears, I was feeling miserable. The truck had no shocks causing my kidneys to feel like they were knocking against each other, and even the breeze from driving and being outside did little to cool the heat of the sun. I was sweating my ass off and completely miserable. I realized now why the two brothers were not wearing shirts with their coveralls as I considered the same, almost ashamed to do so recalling their well-muscled physiques. To make things even worse, lose hay and dust was swirling everywhere around the back and after a few feeble attempts at wiping it off, gave up as it plastered to my sweat-soaked body. 

I felt dumb catching myself looking into the cab to see if there was any air conditioning, knowing full well a truck this old would not have any. As hot as it was outside, I realized the cab could be no better as I recalled sitting in the parked car, and glancing through the window at Heather I saw beads of sweat rolling down her neck. 

I again yelled to ask if she were alright and she turned and smiled at me, saying she was merely a hot and things were fine.

With nothing to do, I looked to through the window at Bobby, seeing his eyes fixated on Heather's midsection and even Billy kept glancing down at her chest as they talked. Remembering how much I had been focused on her body instead of driving on the way down, I raised up a bit to look over her shoulder and see how their view was. 

As the front of her came into view, I felt my eyes grew wide while my dick instantly hardened. I suddenly recalled Heather was not wearing a bra, and on the bumpy dirt road in a truck with no shocks, her breasts were jiggling and bouncing uncontrollably. My mind flash to times we had made love and how her breasts bounced around similarly and I began getting hard watching the display of soft flesh in front of her. At times her breasts bounced in synch, the fast rise and falling vibrations of flesh intoxicating to the eyes; then the truck would hit an unusually large bump and they would start bouncing in alternating sequence, each one rising and lowering as if dancing to some strange rhythm. 

No wonder the guys' eyes were fixated on her chest, thought! To make matters worse, her skin was unbelievably shiny, being soaked with sweat, seeing rivulets of moisture roll down into her cleavage. Without thinking I licked my lips, imagining my tongue moving across her flesh.

Catching movement out of the periphery of my eye, I glanced up and caught Billy staring at me through the rear view mirror, feeling blood flood my face. A small smile came across his face having seen me as transfixed at watching my own wife's unintentional display of flesh. I was embarrassed as I realized he had observed me licking my lips like a wolf in heat as his gaze purposefully moved back down to my wife's fleshy exhibit as if blatantly daring me to intervene. I again looked down at her front, turned on knowing both guys were unashamedly ogling her, realizing I too could not help but admire her body. 




Director Jekyll & Ms. Hidesnothing Ch. 01



Movement to the side of Heather caught my attention as I saw Billy reach for the clutch, downshifting into second gear as we came to a curve in the road. I was about to turn my attention back to Heather's body when I saw his hand slip off the clutch and rest on Heather's bare knee! I quickly glanced up wide-eyed and saw Billy staring at me through the rearview mirror, a big grin on his face knowing I had seen what had happened. 

Looking down again I saw his hand still on Heather's knee, her not even acknowledging it as she sat in the seat, talking to Bobby. I stared transfixed at a strange man's hand on my wife's leg as Billy started moving his thumb slowly across her skin. I knew Heather had to be aware of his hand and where it was, but she continued to talk to Bobby.

I again yelled into the cab to ask Heather if she were all right and she turned towards me smiling, yelling she was perfectly fine and I should stop worrying. "Only complaint I have," she yelled, "is it is so damned hot. And with all this bouncing, my tits feel like they're about to jump out of my shirt," she laughed at me.

The guys laughed as well as Billy yelled out, obviously for my benefit, "Aw shucks ma'am, t'wouldn't bother us none," he grinned, unabashedly leering on her bouncing chest again, his hand still on her knee. "Why yur body be better than one of the girls from Bobby's Penthouses, yur ol' man should be very proud," he yelled, again looking back at me through the mirror with a grin.

I heard Heather say something, knowing she was thanking him for the compliment as their voices again drifted to a level I could not hear. 

I continued to focus on Billy's hand on my wife's leg. She had not said a thing, and I felt my dick hardening seeing another man so blatantly flirting with her. In the back of my mind I knew by not mentioning anything I was giving Billy a "green light," but also knew Heather would say something if things got too out-of-hand. As big as the two guys were, if my wife were in danger I cared little for the consequences and would rip their throats out if they harmed her or did something against her will.

As I continued watching Billy's hand on her knee, he now not only stroked lazy circles with his thumb, but his fingers were lightly curling and uncurling around Heather's kneecap. I was impossible for her to not be fully aware of what was happening and I felt my dick respond at the thought.

Suddenly we hit a huge bump; the motion feeling like my kidneys had jumped into my chest, causing us all to jostle. As I settled back onto the bale of hay and slid it back in position the cab near the window, I again looked into the cab, my eyes widening as I saw Billy's hand had moved up several inches, his fingers now slowly stroking the inside of Heather's thigh. In addition, Bobby's hand was on Heather's other knee. Not bothering to be as subtle as his brother, his hand was openly sliding up and down, feeling her soft flesh. 

Looking up, I met Bobby's eyes as he looked over Heather's shoulder at me, an open grin on his face as his body language dared me to say something. I felt blood pour into both my cock and face as I simply looked down at Heather's lap again; knowing my continued lack of saying anything was giving him a "green light" to fondle my wife.

Heather was now staring straight ahead out the windshield, watching the road and scenery as we drove, not moving or turning towards either man and I knew she was clearly aware of both guys' hands on her knees, and just as noticeably not saying anything about it. Glancing back at her jiggling breasts, I realized her breathing was definitely deeper and could even see the prominent nubs of her hard nipples outlined by the dampened top. Knowing her reaction could not be due to air conditioning this time, I realized Heather was getting turned on by the attention!

We hit another large bump, although not as bad as the last, and I saw Heather reach out with each arm, placing her hands on both men's legs. My throat went dry, not from heat but excitement as I stared spellbound at her hands resting on each of their thighs. Almost imperceptibly she started to gently squeeze and as I watched, I suddenly realized it was in time with the movements of their hands on her knees. I was fascinated at what was happening, unable to say anything and wanting to see how far she would go.

As if on cue, I suddenly saw both guys' hands stop moving and each move to firmly grip her knees. In slow motion I watched enthralled as each brother gently pulled Heather's knees towards them, spreading her legs apart! Heather barely registered what happened until I noticed her hands had spread wider, squeezing their thighs in obvious encouragement.

My breath stopped short, wondering how far she was going to let them go as I watched mesmerized as each moved their hands to the insides of her thighs. I could not believe my eyes as I saw Heather's response, slowly moving her hands further up their thigh until her fingers were brushing the junction of their hips, continuing to squeeze the muscles of their legs.

There was no longer any pretense to talking, all four of us caught up in our own part: the guys feeling up a beautiful married woman, Heather being felt up and encouraging their actions, and me enjoying the show before me.

The guys hands slowly but steadily moved higher up Heather's spread thighs, her only acknowledgement being her hands moving into the insides of their legs as well. After several minutes, both men's hands were at the hem of Heather's skirt. I swallowed forcibly, trying to ease the excited dryness of my throat with the knowledge of only two or three inches of space and a small lace thong between two strangers' hands and my wife's pussy.

Then without any preamble or attempt to hide his actions, Bobby's hand suddenly moved between Heather's legs, firmly grabbing her mound from beneath her skirt! Heather's reaction was unforgettable as her head fell back and she let out a loud moan, fully audible from where I was over the loud rumbling of the truck. At the same time, I saw that her hands had moved, cupping each of their crotches through their coveralls!

I looked up from the amazing site going on in front of me and saw Bobby once again staring over Heather's shoulder directly at me, his shoulder moving as he deliberately rubbed my wife's crotch through her thong. I stared dumbly at him, then without a thought, slowly nodded towards him as he smiled.

"What was I doing?" I thought as he turned back to the road and what he was doing—specifically feeling up my wife. I had never let another man get this intimate with her, and although Heather had often let a guy feel her ass or get a quick brush of her tit, she had never let things get this far. And here I was openly allowing it!

In fact, I had never been this turned on before. My cock was now rock hard, pressing uncomfortably against my coveralls as I watched the scene before me.

As his brother was feeling up my wife's crotch, I saw Billy's hand leave Heather's thigh, thinking he was finished; however, without pausing his movement, he reached over and grabbed her right breast, massaging it gently through her thin top. Heather let out another audible moan as her head lay back, her hands slowly massaging the brother's cocks through their coveralls in acceptance.

I stared in awe watching two strangers feel up my wife, not wanting to stop it and her obviously enjoyment. What made it more erotic was her doing the same to them.

After a mile or so down the road, the guys changed positions as if on cue, this time Billy's hand moving to Heather's crotch and Bobby squeezing her left breast. Bobby was rougher and more blatant, grabbing Heather's flesh in his hands and giving several hard squeezes, as if testing the air of a balloon. Heather continued to elicit moans and I watched fascinated as Billy's thumb and forefinger clamped down on Heather's prominent nipple, causing her to yell out a loud groan, the sound drifting easily through the back window to my ears.

Bobby continued mauling her breast roughly, pinching her nipple as Billy continued rubbing her crotch. As if frozen, I watched the scene unfold before me. Glancing down to her lap with Billy's hand between her legs, I saw Heather was undulating her hips in obvious pleasure as he massaged her through her thong, again wondering how far this would go.

As if in answer, the truck turned and I realized we were at the gas station! I was so absorbed watching everything going on in the cab, I was completely oblivious to where we were as the truck pulled alongside the combined corner store and gas station, the silence of the motor as it shut off startling.

Looking into the cab I saw both brothers smiling at me as Bobby moved his hand up to his nose, obviously smelling my wife's odor as they got out of the truck. Heather stayed sitting in the cab, unmoving, as Billy said they needed to pick up some supplies as well. He said he would tell the attendant about the gas and we would not have to buy the containers—they would bring them back the next time they came back here.

Nothing was said or even hinted about the fondling of my wife as I silently watched them enter the store, glancing at my motionless wife. 

As if feeling my gaze upon her, Heather turned towards me, a big smile on her face. "Enjoy the show?" she asked grinning, asking if I were upset.

It was my turn to laugh at her. "Upset? How the hell could I be upset?" I asked. "That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. I can't wait to get you back to the car," I grinned lecherously as she smiled back. "So what happened? The damn motor was so loud I couldn't hear a thing," I told her.

"Well, we were talking about them living here and such. They are such sweet boys, they have been down here all their lives and have never been so close to a woman as 'purty' as me," she smiled as she continued, "It was all harmless until I noticed them watching my chest, realizing I was bouncing all over the place," she laughed.

"At that point I asked what we would owe them for going out of their way to take us to the gas station," she smiled. "Billy then put his hand on my knee and told me 'Well ma'am, in the South heres we don't usually take money, we just trade goods and service.'" She smiled as if recalling the conversation as she continued, "I knew immediately they were wanting grope me, and curious to see how far they would go, and knowing the gas station was not too far, I figured I'd not say a word and let them," she laughed, "as well as giving you a treat," she said wickedly. "Now, go get gas; I need to clean up a bit in the restroom," she laughed again, finally getting out of the cab and entering the store.

I climbed out of the back bed of the truck, adjusting my crotch to be a bit more presentable and shaking off all the loose hay on me and entered the store. My eyes saw nothing but darkness for a few minutes as they adjusted to the dim light while my sweat-soaked skin actually got goose-bumps, entering the chilled air-conditioned room. Once I could see again, I saw the store was a typical old-fashioned country co-op, one half of the building containing a currently unused fireplace and small dining area, the other half stocked with a combination of groceries, farm utensils, and livestock feed.

Bobby and Billy immediately walked towards me. Before even getting near Billy started talking shyly, "Mister, we're really sorry 'bout the ride in," he started, "We meant no disrespect with Miss Heather, bein' another man's woman and all. Things sorta got outta hand. We're real sorry for any disrespect," he said.

Bobby repeated the apology and I held up my hand. "Guys, don't worry. Heather and I have an open relationship. I was all harmless fun and the least she could have done for you taking us out of your way for our mistake," I told them, realizing they truly were only two simple country guys who had had an opportunity and let their dicks get more control than their heads.

"Yer not mad?" Bobby said in surprise as I shook my head. "Well, I reckon you city folks are alright," he grinned. "And yer missus sho is real purty, why her skin is softer than goose down!" he exclaimed.

Billy slapped his brother on the arm telling him to mind his "durn bizness" as I laughed, thanking him for the compliment. 

I again tried to appease their fears, "Tell you what, to prove there's no hard feelings how about I buy you guys a couple of beers? That will hit the spot in this heat," I said, reaching into a nearby cooler and pulling out several bottles of beer.

Both guys smiled and thanked me as our eyes of their own volition riveted to the other end of the store. Heather was exiting the bathroom and seeing us, walked towards us. Again I could not believe how good she looked, like a sexy farmer's pin-up. As she got nearer, I saw the air conditioning was having its own effect on her—her shirt looking like she shoved a pair of marbles in front of her breasts.

The guys looked at me sheepishly as Heather neared us, quickly excusing themselves saying they needed load the truck with their order as well as our containers of gas. As they left they told us to meet them outside when we were ready.

Heather walked up and gave me a big kiss, "You scaring off my Southern flings?" she asked teasingly.

I told her they were loading the truck as I returned her kiss, pulling her against me. I felt her hand move as she squeezed my crotch, smiling up at me at my still-hard dick sitting in my coveralls.

"Still thinking about your 'purty' wife being mauled by the hired hands?" she grinned evilly.

I smiled back, answering her, "Just thinking about what may have happened if the store were further away," I smiled back.

She looked me fully in the eyes, suddenly getting serious, "Honey, hold out your hand," she said mysteriously.

I held out my hand as she asked, feeling her put what I thought at first was a wet rag in it. Looking down, I realized it was her lace thong! It was completely wet from her sweat; however, as my thumb stroked the material, I felt a thrill go through me as I realized the crotch area was slipper and so wet I probably could have rung moisture out.

I looked questioningly at Heather as she looked at me, her face all business now. "This is your one chance dear, if you are serious about me living out your fantasy, keep those until we get back to the car. If you were only trying to tease me to spice things up, give them back now and I will put them on and we will NEVER discuss it again," she said to me.

I stared in amazement at my wife, feeling my heart racing, as well as my dick hardening further, pressing against my coveralls. I continued holding her thong as my mind worked, realizing she was giving me a way out—I could easily give her the thong back and we could go to the party and not have to deal with it ever again. We had been married long enough to know no matter what my decision would be, there would be no hard feelings between us. We both respected each other and would not question the other once a decision was made. Heather had never considered being with another man, yet after months of me telling her my fantasy, she was now calling me on it, and it was all my decision.

As I stared at my beautiful wife, seeing her body almost glowing, I looked her right in the eyes as my hand moved and without a word...put her panties in my pocket.

Heather smiled and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "You sure about this?" she asked hesitantly as I gave her a hug.

"I'll pay for the gas, you go outside and, well..." I said, at a loss for words.

"I'll tell you what, I won't say a thing to them, so if nothing happens, nothing happens. I'm curious to see how far they'll go honestly, particularly not knowing we are agreeing to this," she grinned. "Although I think Bobby doesn't need any encouragement. Still, let's just see what happens, alright?" she asked.

I dumbly nodded to her as she walked to the door and out of the store. I was not sure what would happen, or even how. Unbelievably I had given my wife permission to fuck another man—two to be precise—and had visions of them feeling her up in the cab the entire way back to the SUV, wondering how she would explain the absence of her thong.

I paid the woman behind the counter for 15-gallons of gas, as she said she had given the guys her largest gas can, in addition to the beers. Obviously distracted, I thanked her, my mind moving a million miles a second on other things as I quickly exited the store. I was barely aware of my surroundings as if in a daze, until I walked into the bright outside, the Georgia summer slamming into like a wall bringing me back to my senses.

I looked over to the truck and saw Bobby and Billy on each side of Heather as she leaned back on the truck, one leg propped behind her on the tire. I noticed the truck bed had quite a few more bales of hay, a large gas container, and some tarps and what looked like checkered sheets or table cloths piled up, as I again turned my attention to the three chatting by the truck. 

All of them were drinking a beer I noticed as I walked up to them, and Heather smiled, handing me her beer which I guzzled down in one gulp, barely aware of anything but my wife's body. The cold brew did little to wet my mouth as the dryness was due to more than the heat of the day.

"Sir," Billy said to me, "wez were thinkin' since the trucks full of stuff to haul, we'll need more in the back to keep things held down. If you can drive a stick, Bobby and I can sit in the back. Your car's right straight down the road, so easy to get to," he said.

Looking at Heather, I shrugged as I thought about the guys being in the back this time. I inwardly grinned, thinking about Heather with no panties with me in the cab. If the guys watched, I could return their show. As turned on as I was, I planned on fingering her all the way back to the car.

I told them that would be fine as I climbed into the driver's side of the cab, adjusting the seat due to my shorter height as I waited for Heather to get in and them to climb in the back.

Seeing a flash of red behind me I turned and looked through the opened window not believing my eyes. Bobby was lifting Heather up by the waist into the bed of the truck! Her weight was obviously no obstacle as he easily planted her standing in the bed of the truck.

Heather glanced over her shoulder at me and smiled as I looked in amazement at this unpredicted turn of events. Billy and Bobby were completely oblivious to me as they stared open-mouthed up at Heather, and I realized from their position they now had a clear view up her skirt and were starting at my wife's uncovered pussy!

Bobby turned towards me, his head and eyes alternating between me and the unobstructed view under my wife's skirt as he got a huge grin. Being the smarter of the two, I had a feeling he realized Heather pretty much had given them full permission to her body with the removal of her thong. Billy also turned to looked at me, his eyes wide as I purposely turned around and started up the truck, the loud muffler roaring from within the cab, leaving no doubt in their minds I was letting them have my wife.

The noise of the truck startled the guys who had been captivated by my wife, watching them climb into the cab through the rearview mirror. Heather grabbed one of the checkered table cloths and spread it out on a bale of hay and sat down about mid-way into the bed of the truck and I grinned at her practicality, realizing on her bare ass the hay probably would have not felt very pleasant. As if in a trance, the guys moved towards her, Bobby sitting beside her between her and myself, while Billy sat directly across from them on another bale of hay.

Pulling the truck out of the parking lot and onto the road, I looked back through the rear view mirror. Heather was looking past Bobby towards me and gave me a big smile when she caught my eye, placing her hand on Bobby's thigh.




Director Jekyll & Ms. Hidesnothing Ch. 01



It took me a few seconds to get onto the road and get used to the truck, so when I finally was able to look back in the mirror I could not believe what I saw. There was my wife and Bobby locked in a deep French kiss! As Heather was turned towards me, I saw Bobby's hands all over her, watching in amazement seeing her hand between his legs, stroking his manhood through his coveralls. 

I almost drove off the road staring into the mirror as I tried to keep the truck moving forward and watch the scene in the back. Due to the abrupt movement of the truck, they broke off the kiss and I saw Bobby turn to look over his shoulder towards the cab. As our eyes met in the mirror he gave a big smile. 

He said something to Heather who leaned past him towards me, giving me a smile as well. While she was leaned forward looking at me, I saw Bobby's hand quickly move, disappearing beneath the material of her shirt, grabbing her right breast in full view of me! 

I saw Heather's mouth form an "O" knowing she had let out a big moan as her head fell forward, her pig tails draping off each shoulder. I watched fascinated as another man felt my wife's breast beneath her top. This was not a heavy petting session through her clothes like other times, for the first time since getting married my wife's bare breast was in another man's hands! I felt my cock pulse as I watched the outline of his hand massaging and mauling her firm breast.

Billy was sitting across from them watching, his hand rubbing his crotch as his brother felt up another man's wife in front of him. He glanced at me and smiled before turning his attention back to his brother and my wife as I again tried to keep the truck on the dirt road while watching the scene unfold behind me.

Heather lifted her head, saying something to Billy who gave a big smile and stood up, holding the side boards of the truck for balance. In amazement I watched as my wife knelt in front of him and reaching up, unbuckled the straps of his coveralls. Once the straps sprang free, she pulled his coveralls down in one motion to his ankles as I realized he was wearing no underwear, his hard cock freed and bumping into Heather's head as she looked up. I watched in amazement, barely paying attention to the road, as Heather smiled and pushed him back on the bale of hay. Without pause, she maneuvered herself between his legs, her hand reaching out to his cock as if for support.

Grasping a strange man's cock in her hand, Heather briefly looked up at him, then glanced at me in the cab and without any hesitation lowered her head, taking his cock into her mouth. Bobby's head flew back and I heard over the roar of the muffler him yell out, "Aw shit!" 

His hands grasped Heather's head, knocking the cowgirl hat off as I watched him guide her head up and down on his shaft. My dick was rock hard, my pulse racing as I watched my wife sucking off another man in front—or behind--me. Her pigtails bobbed up and down as her head likewise moved up and down on Bobby's shaft. As he moved her head back and forth, he watched her suck him, his hips slightly thrusting with her movements. It was the most amazing thing I had ever witnessed and I could not believe how turned on I was at the sight through the mirror, again almost driving off the road as I adjusted the truck looked back again through the mirror, watching behind me more than the road in front of me.

Movement caught my eye and I saw Billy standing up. I briefly—and stupidly—wondered what he was going to do as I watched him take off his coveralls. Surprisingly he sat back down as both brothers sat across from each other, naked except for their cowboy boots, while we all watched my wife eagerly sucked one of them off. Billy slowly began stroking his hard dick as I realized how well-endowed he was, his cock easily seen by me from the cab.

Billy said something and Bobby laughed, pulling Heather's head away from him. Even through the mirror I saw her lips and chin were covered with saliva as she looked up at him questioningly. He said something to her and Heather glanced over at Billy, finally noticing his bareness. 

Giving a big smile, I watched spellbound as Heather turned around and moved between Billy's legs. Placing her hands on his bare thighs, without any pause she moved her head down, taking his cock into her mouth. Billy grabbed Heather's pig tails, using them like handle bars or short leashes as he guided her head methodically up and down over his shaft. 

I watched as he pulled Heather's head up and down, impaling her mouth with his cock and saw him turn his head. Seeing me looking through the rearview mirror, he smiled. With full awareness of me watching, Billy began thrusting his hips, starting at me the whole time while he arched and raised his hips, his hands continuing to guide Heather's head up and down his dick. I had an unobstructed view of my wife sucking off his large cock, realizing he had purposely raised his hips to give me a better view as I stared fascinated watching him literally fuck my wife's face, guided by his hands. 

Even from the distance of the bed I could see Heather's lips surrounding his fleshy member unable to look away as Billy's shaft slid in and out of her willing mouth. His dick sparkled in the light, covered with my wife's saliva as she eagerly devoured his cock, his hips thrusting into her mouth.

All blowjobs are good, as any guy will tell you; however, Heather definitely knew how to suck cock. Being the researcher she was, she had bought several training videos and we had practiced until she was without a doubt the best cocksucker I ever had been with before our marriage. I knew what the guys were feeling as her soft lips slid over their shafts, knowing her tongue was playing with the vein underneath with each stroke. 

Raising her head I watched as her tongue flicked across the head of his cock. I knew as she raised her head up, her lips sliding across their shaft, her mouth was creating a tight vacuum around the hard cock. Then as she slid the member back into her mouth how she would loosen her lips, becoming soft and velvety as the shaft moved deeper into her throat.

I could not believe how erotic it was seeing my wife service another man—correction, men—as the hot, sensual scene unfolded in the back of the truck.

While Heather was sucking on Billy, Bobby decided he was not sitting idle like his brother. Instead of watching, he now knelt, his hands sliding up and down Heather's bare legs, enjoying the soft feeling of her flesh. Turning to look again at the cab, he smiled at me watching. With a final grin, he reached around Heather's torso and began massaging her breasts. As he reached around her, her upper body moving up and down his brother's cock, I stared as his naked body pressed up against her, knowing she could feel him behind her. I stared in excitement as Heather was literally sandwiched between two naked men, knowing they were experiencing something nobody else had but me in over a decade.

I could hear sporadic moans drifting over the sound of the muffler and knew my wife was in a complete state of ecstasy. Her lips were gliding over one man's cock while another massaged her tits, neither being the man she had devoted herself to for the last decade. The pure wickedness of it had not only my own blood, but undoubtedly hers as well pulsing through our bodies.

I looked ahead to make sure we were still on the road as I realized the truck was only going about 20 miles per hour—having unconsciously slowed down to keep on the road. Instead of speeding up, I down-shifted the truck to second gear to maintain that slow speed, my attention moving back to the mirror.

After several more minutes I watched as Bobby pulled Heather back by her tits, wondering if I heard a brief "popping" noise as her mouth was unexpectedly pulled off Billy's shaft. Bobby slowly stood up, pulling Heather to her feet with him, turning them both to face the front of the truck. Seeing a naked man holding my wife was an incredible turn-on as they both faced me in the cab. 

Bobby had one are wrapped around Heather's bare stomach while the other again disappeared inside her shirt, firmly grasping her chest. The sight of another man standing behind Heather, blatantly feeling her up in front of me while I watched was one of the most erotic things I had ever witnessed. Not taking his eyes off of me, Bobby moved both his hands beneath Heather's breasts. I watched fascinated as he slowly untied her top, completely freeing her breasts. My gaze was captivated at the erotic sight of his grime-covered hands massaging her yielding flesh before me, completely unobstructed by the material of her top. 

Heather leaned back into him, her head resting on his shoulder as he stared at me, almost mocking me with his unashamed familiarity with my wife. Yet I could not break my gaze from the sight as I saw him pinch Heather's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, taunting me further with his control over my own bride as she groaned and squirmed at his touch before he continued mauling the soft flesh.

His eyes not leaving mine in the mirror, he slowly began moving them both towards me, guiding Heather forward, one hand around her stomach and the other massaging a breast for support. Heather's arms were bent back, holding Bobby's ass for support as they moved closer and closer to the cab window. When they were up to the window, I saw Bobby move and put the two hay bales side-by-side, then watched as he lifted Heather up, climbing behind her. They moved forward again until all I saw was Heather's mid-section from a few inches above her knees to slightly above her belly button—Bobby's hand still across her mid-drift for support as I her pushed against the cab.

We hit a bump and as I made sure we were still on the road, looked behind me through the mirror seeing Heather's legs parted for support. Lowering the view of the mirror slightly, I could see between the gap between her legs as somebody—Bobby I realized, catching a brief glimpse of his face—knelt down while Heather leaned onto the cab. 

Enthralled, I watched as his hands came into view, sliding up the sides of Heather's thighs, not stopping as they slid beneath her skirt. From the movement and flare of the material, it was obvious he was caressing the sides of her hips and ass, then slid them back down again, his dirty hands stroking her golden skin. I caught brief glimpses of him kissing the backs of her legs and ass as his hands continued to feel her silky skin, recalling his comment earlier about how soft she was. 

The whole moment was eerily surreal; here was my wife being felt up by another man less than a foot away over my shoulder, as I stared eagerly in anticipation.

Seeing more movement, I could tell Bobby was standing up and watched as his hands come back into view on each side of Heather's hips. I watched mesmerized as they slid down over her hips and slowly gripped the hem of her skirt. I know Bobby was completely aware of me watching as he slowly raised Heather's skirt to her waist, exposing my wife's shaved pussy directly to me, and knowing her ass was completely exposed to him as well. 

I heard the low sound of somebody talking through the roof of the cab and could not believe my eyes when I saw Heather's left hand—her wedding ring sparkling in the sun, her nails erotically pained with red nail polish—move to the waistband of her skirt and unsnapped it! As if in slow motion her legs came briefly together as the skirt slid off her hips and out of view of the window to her feet. From the movement of her thigh she stepped out of the skirt and watched with both a mixture of excitement and horror as her legs again parted.

There was my wife's bare pelvis fully exposed to me through a broken truck window, now naked before two complete strangers, leaning against the cab of the truck. And more incredibly I thought, her husband was driving less than a foot away from her!

Movement between her legs grabbed my attention as I watched awestruck as Bobby's hips lowered slightly, his erect cock coming into full view between Heather's legs. Making a few slow thrusting movements, I watched fascinated as the top of his cock slid across Heather's slit, his cock head glistening with her juices and I held my breath waiting for the inevitable.

As if on cue, Heather's hand moved down in front of her—I could reach out and grasp it she was slow close—and took hold of Bobby's cock. The sight of my wife's wedding ringed hand grasping another man's cock between her legs was almost too intense an image as, moving her pelvis back slightly, she guided Bobby's cock to her pussy. 

I felt my cock throbbing as precum pumped out the tip, the crotch of my coveralls already wet as Bobby made a few short thrusts, lubricating his dick; then in one thrust plunged into my wife to his balls. The sound of Heather in a fit of ecstasy hitting the top of the cab as Bobby entered her startled me. Through the mirror I could see nothing but my wife's spread legs and another man's sack between them, his dick completely embedded into her. It was like watching a still movie as he remained motionless for a brief moment. Then in amazement, I watched as Heather's hips started moving, then Bobby's cock began moving in and out of her.

No longer satisfied with looking through the mirror, I looked and saw we were on a long straight stretch of road with no other cars coming, so turned and looked over my shoulder, marveling at the sight before me. I had an up-close-and-personal view of another man's cock fucking my wife. Each time he pulled back her pussy lips widened and splayed across his shaft, as if not willing to let the hard dick go, and then invert as he thrust into her. Each thrust was long and deep as he shoved himself fully within her, his balls resting against her before pulling back again.

I could easily hear my wife's moans through the roof of the cab as another man fucked her. Bobby's hands slid across her hips, gripping tightly as he began fucking Heather in earnest. Her hips were bucking wildly and I knew she was cumming, having learned her body language long ago. It was unusual for her to cum so quickly, showing how aroused she was as Bobby's cock continued slam in and out of her.

Soon the squishing sounds of fucking could be heard clearly through the window this close as I watched the scene unfold. My wife's pussy juices were frothing around Bobby's shaft as he pumped in and out of her wildly, his rhythm getting faster and faster, assaulting her vagina with his manhood. 

Suddenly I heard a huge groan as his cock plunged into her, his hands locking around her hips holding her still. Turning, I stared in amazement as his scrotum pulsated, his balls twitching, knowing this strange man was cumming deep inside my wife.

He remained in that position for a while, and I wondered how big of a load he was pumping into her when he finally made a few more thrusts. Each time his scrotum twitched wildly around his balls, fully emptying himself inside of her. Gawking over my shoulder, I noticed Heather's flesh surrounding his shaft was twitching as well, and I knew she too was having another orgasm. 

Then I watch as he slowly pulled out, his shaft glistening with my wife's fluids as well as his come. His cock popped out of her quickly and I gazed transfixed as cum drooled down from between Heather's legs, feeling my own cock start throbbing, realizing I was having an orgasm in my own pants without even touching myself!

Cum continued to dribble out of Heather's cunt as I saw Bobby moved away. In the side mirror I watched as he literally collapsed on the bale of hay by the side boards. I could barely see Billy from the view but apparently he had been sitting, watching the whole time. 

Looking over my shoulder I saw my wife's pussy still oozing cum, her labia spread wide and without hesitation reached back, plunging my fingers into her. I heard her again slap the top of the cab and heard her yell, "Oh Tim!" and knew she was aware of me as her hips slowly undulated over my fingers. The inside of her core was drenched and I knew Bobby had left quite a load of cum inside her. Pulling my hand away, I stared at my soaked fingers, thinking about what had just happened.

Somebody yelled something and Heather turned around, her bare ass coming into my view, the insides of her thighs glistening with both her and Bobby's juices as she moved wobbly of the bale of hay to the back of the truck bed.

I once again had a full view behind me and realized Heather was totally naked except for her sandals—Bobby must have taken off her top while fucking her. I again became aware of my hard cock through the coveralls, even after having an orgasm a moment before as the amazing scene continued. There was my wife naked except for high platform shoes and bows in her pigtails standing between two naked, well-muscled farm hands—one who had just fucked her and the other who I knew would be soon.

Billy stood up, his cock sticking straight out as he turned Heather towards him, kissing her deeply, his hands cupping her ass. Heather eagerly responded to the kiss while her hand reached down and grasped his cock, stroking it while Billy's hands continued to explore body. I stared fascinated as for the second time today, my wife's wedding band slid over another man's cock.

Breaking the kiss, Billy said something over Heather's shoulder to Bobby who smiled and slid a couple bales of hay into the middle of the truck. Stacking a couple more on top of them he took one of the table cloths and spread it across them. Then I watched enthralled as Billy moved Heather, her back was to me and the bales of hay behind her. Without warning he pushed her backwards onto the bales on her back. As if given a silent command, I watched as Heather spread her legs wide.

There was my wife, naked, spread out like a feast before two naked strangers. Bobby's cock was still erect even after having cum in my wife and Billy was undoubtedly rock hard, not yet having the pleasure, but also knowing it would not be the case soon.

As if reading my mind, Billy moved between Heather's legs, directly facing me. The height of the hay bales was perfectly at his waist as I saw Heather eagerly scoot her ass towards the edge of the hail bale towards him, her legs wrapping around Billy's hips pulling him closer. 

Billy looked across the truck bed directly at me in the rearview mirror and smiled as he slowly moved forward. I saw Heather reaching between her legs knowing without doubt she was guiding Billy's cock to her pussy. Keeping his gaze locked on mine, Billy suddenly plunged his hips forward, undoubtedly sinking his large cock into my wife. Heather's body arched upwards as her legs wrapped tightly around Billy's waist, her feet pulling his ass into her as he began rhythmically thrusting into her, never once breaking his gaze with mine.

Heather's hips eagerly met each thrust as the flesh of her breasts quivered each time he plunged into her. Her nipples were rock hard, pointing straight up as her mouth continued to form the shape of an "O" as she tilt her head back towards me, moaning as she enthusiastically accepted the second strange cock in her pussy in the same day.

Billy reached down and living her knees, moved her legs until her ankles were around his shoulders, then gripping her hips, he plunged into her slowly and repeatedly, continuing to stare at me though the back window as he fucked her. I almost drove off the road several times watching him, so caught up in the scene before me. Eventually he could no longer hold back started slamming into Heather, her whole body thrown back with each thrust as he moved faster and faster. 

Finally breaking his stare with me while fucking my wife, Billy reached around and gripped Heather's ass, leaning forward and bending her as both their hips bucked wildly. After a few minutes of assaulting my wife's pussy, he said something to her. I watched as Heather scooted her ass and body back while Billy momentarily pulled out of her. I could see his dick soaked with Heather's and his brother's juices. 




Director Jekyll & Ms. Hidesnothing Ch. 01



Once Heather had moved back further onto the hay bales he climbed over her, positioning his cock between her legs. Again Heather's legs wrapped around his waist as he wasted no time plunging into her, his mouth meeting Heather's as her arms wrapped around him.

I watched transfixed, no longer caring about the road as Billy and Heather fucked wildly, her body moving as much as his. Suddenly Heather's body arched again and Billy raised his head, both of them groaning loudly over the muffler as I knew Billy came inside her, his body collapsing on top of her. 

As they lay there, I had to focus on the road a bit, as we came to a wide turn. When I looked back, Billy was slowly easing off Heather, then he stood up. Billy said something to Bobby and they laughed and started putting on their coveralls. Heather continued to lay there, her breasts rising and falling as she tried to recuperate from her sexual workout. 

After getting dressed, both guys held out her clothes and helped her stand up to get dressed. Looking towards the cab, Heather gave me a big smile.

As she was tying up her halter the SUV came into view ahead and I pulled alongside of it. Getting out of the truck, I saw Billy and Bobby helping Heather down. Giving them each a soft kiss, she ran over to me, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a deep French kiss, reaching down and feeling my hard cock through the wet material. 

Breaking off the kiss Heather looked at me, "I hope there's more to spare," she said wickedly and I gave her another kiss. 

I abstractedly heard the guys thank us and without another word get in the truck and drive away; however, my attention was focused on my wife. Glancing at the SUV I saw the can of gas, not having even seen the guys unload it before driving away.

Heather looked at me and asked if I were upset. In reply I spun her around against the SUV and without pause freed my rock hard cock, thrusting it into her without any preamble, the memory of the guys and my wife spurring me on as I fucked her relentlessly. Heather let out a load grunt as I plunged into her, and it did not take long before my cum was soon mingling with two other men's inside my wife's pussy. As I pulled out, I turned Heather around and gave her another kiss.

Heather was grinning and when I asked her what was so funny she smiled, "I guess that was a 'ten' on the dick-o-meter," she laughed. "Looks like we need to create a new tier," she finished giving me another kiss.

We both cleaned up—thankfully traveling so much had taught us to carry plenty of Wet-Wipes on every trip—and filled the SUV, putting the gas tank in the back. I knew I had to drop it off at the filling station since Billy and Bobby had left without it, but finally got into the car and headed the rest of the way to the party.

While driving I looked over at Heather as she met my eyes. We both simultaneously said, "I love you!" and broke out in laughter. Talking about the experience we both agreed it was the most amazing and erotic thing we had ever done as Heather smiled and said my fantasy now had become her own as we laughed.

The party it was packed when we arrived and we started mingling with everybody. After making our presence known and placing our nametags on a "stall" to claim it, Heather asked if I could get her a drink, so I headed to the bar to get her a beer.

Coming back I saw her was talking to two men facing away from me. Both were dressed for the party in coveralls similar to mine and most of the guys at the party. Seeing me coming, Heather waved smiling as I joined them, the men slowly turning around.

"Honey," Heather said, "I'd like you to meet our two newest interns from the Atlanta office, Robert and William Burroughs."

My mouth fell open. Standing before me were "Bobby" and "Billy!" I looked dumbfounded at my wife as she quickly came into my arms, giving me a big kiss as she explained.

"Well, you wouldn't expect me to have sex with a total stranger would you?" she laughed. "Both the guys had been to the main office for orientation when I noticed them gawking at me, and for some reason, your fantasy came to mind," she said.

The entire thing had been a set-up! Heather told me she had wanted to fulfill my fantasy for a while now, seeing how excited I got when talking about it, but could never find the right person she felt comfortable enough to be so intimate with. Meeting Robert and William—who were indeed brothers—she had felt an instant physical attraction towards them; however, her being a high-ranking executive and them only interns, broaching the subject was difficult. It was not until they both had continuously hit on her she introduced the possibility, explicitly telling them this was purely personal and not related to work.

"The hardest part wasn't convincing the guys to fuck me," she laughed, "but to keep you so preoccupied you didn't notice we were driving around in circles until we ran out of gas!"

After she had finished, both Robert and William slapped my shoulders. 

"Hey man, I hope you're not pissed," Robert aka Bobby said, no longer any Southern drawl to his voice, instead a thick New York Bronx accent. "When Mrs. McKendrick first mentioned the idea, we thought she was crazy, but eventually she talked us into it. Believe me, we were scared shitless being with another man's wife in front of him, but once we were in the back of the truck," he paused, looking at Heather, "shit man, you have one hot wife!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, we hope you aren't upset Mr. McKendrick, we agreed beforehand with the Director if she said to stop, we would, but things sort of got out of hand," he grinned awkwardly, also not having any accent but deep Bronx.

I looked at my wife still in amazement as she smiled at me and dropped another bomb, "Honey, I hope you don't mind, but the guys have to come to the home office for a week next month and, well," she looked at me sheepishly, "I was wondering if you mind if they stayed with us."

I stared at my wife, my mind still flabbergasted as I finally was able to speak. "You sure?" I asked.

Heather laughed and said only if I approved, her only condition being this time I would not be a spectator as she grinned at me and whispered in my ear, "As I always say, three's a charm!"