Road Stories: Origins

All participants in sexy sex are over 18 years old.

Road Stories is a series of stand-alone vignettes set in the same world as The Consultant and Neighbors tales. You don't need to have read the others to enjoy. Life on the road is grueling but it can be fun!

This story contains descriptions of interracial sex and FF sex. And a couple that is very much in love.

I guess it's safe to say that Alli and I don't have a traditional marriage. But it did have a somewhat traditional start -- that is to say, she got a bad case of the pregnants when we were way too young.

I was 20 and doing an internship in Florence. Italy, not South Carolina. That might sound weird, but my dad was a VP with a multinational manufacturing company and he and my mom were ex-patting it in Italy for a couple of years. He pulled some strings and got me on at a local company, doing some web design while studying computer science at a local trade school.

I had a habit of trolling the galleries as often as I could, both soaking up the art and looking for girls. I know, I've always been incorrigible. But the flow of artsy British and American girls that came through there was never-ending. And man, do they like to fuck!

I suppose it was pretty cliche that I spotted Alli standing in front of Botticelli's "The Birth of Venus" at the Uffizi. Long blonde hair, denim shorts visible below her knapsack, tan legs extending into lightweight hiking boots -- I'd see a hundred girls like her during my time there and I'd fucked more than a few.

I stepped up next to her, glanced over at her and quietly said, "You're prettier than her." Corny, right? Then I actually looked at her and my heart stopped, and I immediately wished I could start over. Yeah, she was cute, rather than beautiful, but her open smile and her intelligent eyes just knocked me out. I fell madly in love with her right at that moment.

I fumbled a little, apologizing for being too forward, but she just smiled. "Does that mean that you don't really think I'm prettier?" Suddenly I wondered if I was out of my league. And I've asked myself that often since then.

Alli was a couple of years younger than me, although I didn't know it at the time. She was headed to Oberlin the next year but was taking a gap year to explore. Her parents were both university professors at a Big State U in the South and were apparently pretty liberal about letting their daughter travel on her own.

Sometimes the best laid plans... we were careful but apparently not careful enough. But we had also fallen madly in love with each other, as well as madly in lust. My parents were outraged that she refused to get an abortion (I think my mother was horrified at the prospect of becoming a grandmother before she was 45).

But Alli was adamant, and I was ready to do whatever it took to stay with her. She was in her second trimester when we traveled back to her college town home, to stay with her parents (who were much cooler about the whole thing than mine were). We both enrolled at Big State U for the fall, and Alli's mom (who is a saint, by the way) took a sabbatical to take care of our daughter Zoey for a year, after she made her appearance the middle of that summer.

Seventeen years later, Zoey's about to graduate from high school, Alli's an experienced nurse at the University teaching hospital and I'm spending most of my time on the road, selling software to hospitals and clinics to manage patient records.

It's the on-the-road part that has been a challenge, as it is for most couples in that situation. We are both serious about sex -- as in we seriously want to be having sex ALL THE TIME. And going days and days without it just wasn't going to make either of us happy.

Around the time Zoey turned ten, Alli and I took a vacation down to St. Lucia -- just the two of us. And between round after round of intense sex and the occasional break for seafood, we talked.

I'm not sure which one of us brought up opening our marriage up. It really wasn't something either of us had ever thought about. But we decided that we were confident enough in our relationship that we could give it a try. And it has worked well for us for almost a decade.

I'm almost always on the road, where the opportunities to fool around are almost endless if you know where and how to look, and I learned quickly. I was highly motivated. And Alli was working at a teaching hospital, which is every bit as ridiculously full of hormones as you've heard.

Since we were not doing anything out of the ordinary at home, we figured that we could keep our lifestyle a secret from Zoey. But we did tell each other about our trysts as soon as we were home together, and had some of the best sex of our lives every single weekend.

Like when I got home last Friday after spending the week in St. Louis and Nashville on sales calls. I texted Alli when I got to the car in the airport parking lot to let her know I was half an hour away.

"oh good! z is at her BFFs for the night. i'll order in -- just you and me!"

I loved nights like that. I saw the GrubHub guy pulling away as I got to the driveway. I dropped my bag and briefcase in the foyer and found Alli in the kitchen putting the double order of shrimp fried rise on a tray.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me like she missed me, the way she always does. I never doubt for a moment that the best part of any week is when we get back together on Friday night.

She was still wearing her scrubs, and I was pretty sure from the way her nipples were poking out that she didn't have anything on underneath them. "Tell you what, baby -- why don't I tell you about my day today and we can heat this up later."

She took me by the hand and led me back to the bedroom. We were both undressed in seconds. Then we... well, why don't I just let her tell this?

"So you remember Luther Adams, right? Tall black guy? You met him at the Christmas party. Oh that's it, babe -- god I missed those fingers! Anyway, we had been flirting all day and then he pulled me into one of the on-call rooms when we both had a break.

"I was on my knees so fast jerking his slacks down that I'm gonna have bruises. I had that big black cock in my mouth in seconds. Then the door opened -- fuck, keep doing that! -- and he jumped back so quickly I almost bit it off!

"So anyway, it was Sarah! She just closed and locked the door and whipped her top off and... and... fuck your tongue feels so good! Just like hers did when she pulled my pants down and attacked me while Luther went back to fucking my mouth. I was in freaking heaven, babe!

"Fuck, you're going to make me cum so good! Just like Sarah did when she started licking my asshole while she fingered me. Jeezus, I'm... I'm... fuuuuuuuck!

"Damn, you're so good to me, lover! Let me ride you while I tell you the rest. Oh fuck yes I love this cock! Luther's felt damn good too. Sarah spread out on the cot and I knelt between her legs and just devoured that sweet little pussy of hers while Dr. Adams drilled me from behind. It was so fucking hot!

"Did you know Sarah is a squirter? Oh I guess you do, after we had her and Ted over last summer! Well she was a fucking fountain, that girl! I do know my way around a pussy. And Luther made me squirt a little too, which was kind of a problem since he hadn't really bothered to take his slacks all the way off! He had to use his lab coat to cover the wet spot the rest of rounds.

"Oh, Scott, I'm cumming again, baby! Cum with me... fill me up, lover... ah, so good!

"That was awesome, sweetheart! Now let me get you hard again while you tell me about your week!"

Yeah, being on the road all the time sucks but coming home? Heaven!