My wife called to tell me she had looked for the MP3 player that had bounced off my car’s roof while I drove to work. Only after I’d heard the thud did I realize that I’d left it on the roof. I couldn’t stop as I was on the way to work. Later that morning my wife agreed to go look for it, but the call told me she came up empty.

“A couple hunters stopped to help me look,” she said. There was a pause; a lingering of excitement and uncertainty just hanging in the white-noise between the phones. I suppose I could have guessed why she let it hang in the air, but I didn’t want to presume too much.

“I guess I looked pretty pathetic standing on the side of the highway wearing flip-flops, my sweatpants and my jacket. They stopped and asked if I needed help. When they got out they were wearing their camo gear with their bright orange vests. They were so…manly.” This wasn’t an insult towards me. She was just clarifying that by “manly” she meant “rugged and hot.” I could imagine the rugged, hot men step out of their pickup and join my wife in the ditch alongside the highway. The area was on a sharp curve right next to a couple of metal-sided farm sheds. But these hunters’ desire to help was in no way pure.  Stopping to get a closer look of my dirty-blonde wife, with her hair pulled back, standing along the road in an outfit that was more alluring than she could ever know. The sweatpants she wore were a thin material that clung to her athletic legs and the jacket was certainly thrown over her naked torso.  She did this nearly every day; get out bed, naked with the exception of her panties, and throw on that blue zipper jacket of hers zipped halfway up revealing just the right amount of skin.

“We searched for a few minutes finding nothing until one of the hunters, the one who had an orange cap on, said that maybe they should look by the building,” my wife said. By the building?” I asked. “There’s no way the music player would have gone that far,” I said. “I thought so too,” she said, “but I went over there out of…courtesy…you know, for them stopping and helping me.” Courtesy, I thought. I wondered just how thankful my wife was that they’d shown up.

“So did he find the player?” I asked. “Well no,” she said.  “When I got over there the man in the orange cap apologized saying, ‘sorry, thought I saw something nice over here.’  Well I was a bit put-off by that statement so I said, ‘well I’m something nice, so I guess you didn’t fail after all.'”  Clever, I thought. The only question was whether the hunter was bright enough to take her bait. “He react the way you expected him too?” I asked figuring that she was dying to tell me the rest.

“Oh yes,” she said.  “I’m not sure what he said at that moment because my ears were ringing with anticipation.  His cool, dark eyes locked with mine and his smile told me that he knew I was interested in thanking him and his friend for stopping.  From behind I heard his friend approach and the thought of taking both of these men out by those buildings made my body shake. I felt my face flush and the smell of the dirty hay only made the moment more raw, natural.

“I glanced at his friend and told him to stop. He looked at me stunned.  I turned to his friend in the orange cap and dropped to my knees.  I felt the barbs of the thick weeds pierce skin through my sweats.  I pulled his pants zipper down and tugged his semi-hard cock out of his pants. I glanced over at his friend whose stunned face looked right at my mouth as I slowly took his friend’s cock into my mouth. Within seconds the orange-capped man’s cock was fully erect and was pushing in and out of my throat.  The salty brine of his pre-cum oiled my throat.  His thrusts got faster and I knew the surprise blowjob was doing its job.  I looked up and saw his face starting to change, twist.  I unzipped my jacket and, with my free hand, wrapped my hands around his balls.  I heard him choke and the flood of come started.  I pulled my mouth off and jerked his cock until my tits were covered.

“After he finished I looked over at his friend.  I told him he now could move and he practically ran toward me.  He unzipped his pants as he moved closer and his rigid cock was already punching through the material. I took him in my mouth as soon as he got to me.  With my fist wrapped around the base of his cock-head I jerked while sucking on the tip.  Within seconds he erupted and I felt his hot come roll down my chest.

“Once done the hunters walked me back to my car.  They drove one direction and I the other. I barely got in the house before I started jerking-off.  I came at least twice,” she said.

My cock was so hard I had to hide it under my desk at work.  My wife’s blowjobs are nothing short of spectacular.  I knew exactly how good she’d felt to the hunters.  I finally got myself cooled down enough to ask if she’d found the music player.  “Oh, yeah,” she said. “I found it in the ditch before they came down to help me.”  Nice.