A buddy found the car of his dreams in Casper, Wyoming and needed someone to deliver it to his place in Seattle. It was cheaper to fly us there and pay for our hotels and gas for his car than it was to have it towed, and we were up for a mini vacation, even if it was in Casper.

We met up with the previous owner of the car and he handed us the keys. It was a beauty - a 1971 Corvette Stingray, with oxblood red leather seats, four-speed manual tranny, and that big ol’ 454. Pretty sure there was a tear in the eye of the guy selling it…

We hit the road that morning, hoping to get a few of the thousand miles done and dusted. The car drove like a dream and we were making good time. My wife made sure to dress for the ride - it was early summer, so she had a pretty little sundress that hugged her curves just right. Even though we never had kids, she’s always been the neighborhood milf.

Well, around about Sheridan, we’d got a good groove going. We were streaming Nickelback with an FM transmitter, and the needle was holding steady at about 90, maybe 95 a few times. Not gonna lie, there were a few times when the needle crept up to 110 and it felt like we were doing an easy 55. We even had the t-tops out, letting the sun shine on my gorgeous wife. We pulled up alongside a line of tractor trailers, and I saw the first guy looking down at us, enjoying a birds-eye view of my wife. I looked up at him, and he grinned, so I reached over to grab a handful of her delightful double-dees. I pinched her nipple and then pulled her top down a bit to let the girls free. Next thing I know, the trucker gave three quick blasts on his air horn, then gave me a thumbs up. My wife was enjoying the attention I was giving her but hadn’t noticed the trucker until he blasted his horn. She’s never been what you might call shy, so she leaned her seat back a bit, pulled up her dress, and showed him what she wasn’t wearing underneath.

I figured that was enough teasing, so I punched the gas and let the old girl rip us forward, pulling up beside the next big rig. This time, the guy had his window down and was already looking at us, so my wife gave him a big smile and started fingering herself. The smell of her sex mixed with the warm summer breeze was fantastic. The driver honked his support as well, so we sped up again to catch up to the next driver. This time, when we looked up into the cab, we saw it was a woman, and she was smiling ear to ear as she looked down at my wife, who was now fully engaged with pleasuring herself. I waved at the lady driver, and then felt my wife’s hands on my lap, undoing my belt and fly to spring my rock hard cock free.

So there we were, doing 90 miles an hour across the desert, my wife’s ass in the air and her lips on my cock. Definitely one of the hottest trips through Wyoming I’ve ever had…

Let me know if you’d like to hear what happened when we got to the hotel that night and recognized two of the three trucks in the lot…