WHILE I'M AWAY DRIVING MY TRUCK, MY WIFE TEXTS TO SAY SHE LOVES SOCIAL DISTANCING ….

NOW THAT IT'S minus 8 INCHES.

My Australian interstate truck number one wood's life can be pretty mundane with its long, tire freeways and empty-bellied out-back highways, so my married woman and I engage in a cuckold prickteaser biz which is harmless and fun, and to be honest, kind of exciting. But when Covid came along, the rules seemed to commute, and our little game whilst I was away driving encountered some unexpected turn and turning. If I were a pilot, I could've said it soared to breathtaking heights.

I've tried to condense my diary-style floor to the titillating and juicy scrap, but it only makes sense if the setting includes some down-to-earth side-stories and facts.

………..

My name is Dez and my wife is Belinda, both aged 37 and lived all our lives in Melbourne.

We consider ourselves as fit, participating and healthy, and whenever we can, take foresightful walks with our two Labradors, who also act as home safety device and Belinda's guardian when I'm away driving.

Belinda has a diploma in assistant nursing ( auxo ) and disability home charge, and I've been driving interstate motortruck for eight years.

During our ten years of rock'n'roll solid matrimony we've discussed our illusion on many an juncture, and have been opened and frank with each other.

Belinda's fantasy, or at least the one's she's revealed, all include just us two, and doing the usual romantics … making honey on the beach at sunset, or in a snow covered log cabin in front of a roaring overt flame. I think her most risqué scenario is a ‘ knot in high spirits club'quickie in an plane restroom.

Of row, all mine are a bit more …… well, you know what us men are like.

But although Belinda has sat and heard most of mine through, the one which disturbs her most is my desire for another man to call for her and roughly and crudely birth his way.

"I could never cheat on you, I love you too much,"she'd offer as defense,"It just doesn't seem the right way to be untrue. And even if I was somehow forced and given no selection … that wouldn't seem right either and still feel like cheating."

"I love you too, and losing you to another would break my heart, but it's a fancy that won't go away."I truthfully said,"The view of you being with another makes me hot and would make me want you even more."

"That seems perverse to me. How would it make water you want me more ?"

"I know that imagining you being with another should progress to me angry, but it would remind me how beautiful and aphrodisiac you are, and that you could make any man you wanted. It would become like a contest where I'd have to try heavy to be a better lover. Then if you told me that despite my best efforts he was superior in all kinds of ways and had dimension I couldn't match and which you preferred, I'd have to do anything you wanted to try and please you so you wouldn't leave me and hopefully I'd win you back."I rattled off as a square explanation.

"Interesting…."My wife had said, almost like she was talking to herself and immersed in deep mentation,"I'd never looked at it quite like that."

The truth was, the simple thought of her becoming haplessly and wantonly aroused by the bearing of a knock-down alpha Male was the turn-on for me. His sheer animal magnetism would sully her goodness assessment and weaken her gamy moral criterion and she'd simply give up herself to be taken. Imagining her submitting to a man with a pecker much bigger than mine, and with the strength and stamina of a race-horse … and her being on heat, accepting whatever he did, even if he were far to a greater extent ‘ ardent'than I'd ever be. The very opinion was a big turn-on for me.

Hence I've nurtured a little cheat on flirt secret plan between us to the point in time where she willing plays along. At first I'm sure she was reluctantly play-acting to featherbed me, but lately she's started fully playing her role, making it ever more authentic and convincing.

…………

I'd departed the Melbourne entrepot before daybreak and was fast approaching Sydney around early-afternoon when the hands-free on my hyphen lit up and beeped. Belinda sounded excited.

"The agency just rang and said they want me to do a couple of weeks at the Sampson Hotel. They've commandeered it as a quarantine youth hostel, and need a few auxos like me."

"Oh, that sounds good, hon. You gon na rent it ?"

"That's why I'm calling. It'll be a live-in. Once I'm in, I won't be able to leave for a couple of weeks. I haven't asked Mom yet, but you know she'll take the dogs. And with you being gone for several days anyway, it all just seemed like good timing. They've offered top money and free repast. What do you think ?"

"I can't see a problem. Serge talked about I may take to duck across to Normanton once I've dropped off at Cairns, so I'll be gone for at least a week, easy. Yeah, go for it, hon."

"Oh, Cindy will be pleased,"was my married woman's delighted response.

"Why, what's Cindy got to do with it ?"I asked, unable to hide out the angst in my voice.

…

Now let me explain a piffling about Cindy. Although she is one of my wife's dear friend at piece of work, she's a mid-40s, twice divorced man-eater. She even hit on me once, and although I bet she's an rank Panthera tigris in the sack and if I were one I'd be straight in, I'd feigned anger and reluctantly but firmly declined. ‘ Don't ever pull a stunt like that again,'I berated, to which she pouted her bottom lip with a puppy-dog spirit as her way of saying, ‘ what a shame.'

…

"Cindy will be coming with me. In fact, that was my only business organization. If we end up sharing a room, she may end up, you know …"her words trailed off.

"No. What you know ?"I asked as my heart skipped a beat. My interrogative sentence required an answer.

"She might bring a man back to our room."

"Well, you could always share him,"I said in almost a croak.

"And what if I didn't want to ?"asked Belinda in reaction to my repelling suggestion.

"Ask Cindy to tie you up so you don't have a choice,"I quipped as I felt a jerk in my loins.

"I might just do that. It could be fun,"she returned, adding fuel to my smoldering burn.

"Dirty young lady,"I responded.

"But I bet you'd like it though, wouldn't you, cucky boy ?"she asked, knowing my answer.

"Got ta go. Speak soon,"I blurted, giving a quick flak on my air horn as a parting so long before I pressed end call. I was starting to let loose concentration.

………….

I pulled into the Sydney depot a little after 3pm to be greeted by my right mate Pete.

"parting it with us,"said Pete."We'll do the trade over and re-fuel. Crib three is free if you wan na seize a couple of time of day after you've eaten. Cairns ain't gon na go away."

"sunniness Pete. Give us a shake about eight thirty, yeah ?"

"motive tucking in ?"he quipped.

"You wish,"I quipped back.

………..

I drove hard through the Night to ticktock the Brisbane break of the day rush before pulling up near Noosa for a few hours kip.

I brimmed the hand truck's three fuel tanks and set off again at mid-day. I drove straight through and reached Cairns on the smell of an sebaceous rag at seven the future morning… 19 hours straight…. I'd had enough.

3000 kilometer in 51 hours….. if only supermarket shoppers knew the truth.

…………….

"Hi, beloved tush,"I said to Belinda when she answered my outcry."In Cairns safe and audio. How you's going ?"

"I've done my induction, so this afternoon I go in for a three week stint. I hope you don't head, but with it only just being set up and the first batch of arrivals still drifting in, that's how they want to puzzle out it. At least I'll then get a whole workweek off. They've got me on nights seven while seven, but it should be Ok…. You sound tired."

"A bit, but I'll be able-bodied to slumber all today. They want me to go overnight to Normanton. Goodness knows why the topical anaesthetic son can't do it. I think they're short-handed."

"They're struggling for staff here too. There's supposed to be eight security guard duty for the three hundred rooms. There's still a lot vacant, but even so they've only got two guard duty at the mo. It just doesn't seem enough to me. I hope whoever's in there behaves themselves."

"You gon na be in a room with Cindy then ?"I ask, seriously wanting to know the answer.

"Nah. The rotas were already drawn up to disperse the experience around, but I am gon na sustain to share. I meet my new room-mate later today. They've told me she's a Jr auxo and that we'll be working as a team."

"I hope she's not a raving lesbian,"I quipped.

"Oh, I do,"Belinda quipped back.

"Dirty girl,"I said.

"You go get a shower and some nap. I can reek you from here."

"Yeah, thanks. Message me when your new lesbian friend turns up. Ni Night, have it away you."

"Nighty night, cucky boy. jazz you more."

……………

I slept all day and awoke at 6pm to find a new text message.

"Not a raving tribade. Has swain, but gorgeous and seems a big flirt. Maybe she brings men back to room."

"Maybe you both should."I text back.

"Maybe we will,"her text teased.

…

My cock stirred as I pondered her Book a little after whilst taking a shower.

…

I saddled up and was just about to pull in out of the yard for my ten hour nightlong run across to Normanton when my jail cell pinged ‘ new subject matter ’. I opened her textbook and read.

"They recon some bad eggs turned up today. bull here tonight for surplus certificate though, so feel safe."

"I just leaving yard. What they done ?"my text returned.

"Dunno, but they said don't be alone with them."

"best not then. Stay safe xxx"

"I'll retain away …. unless they're all rapists."

"Dirty girl."I text back.

"Don't shout me. I may be busybodied …. cucky boy xxx"

…..

The supposedly ten 60 minutes overnight drive out west turned into a twelve hour nightmare. It was lashing rain by the time I arrived.

…

"Lucky you made it,"the guy at the homestead shouts up at my open cab window from inside his flapping and dripping-wet oil-skin."A big one coming and it'll flex our track into a swamp. You may be here for a day or two. Back in under the shed before it dumps, then come in and have a feed while the male child fork you off."

"Cyclone ?"I ask anxiously.

"Not yet, but everyone's on edge."

….

Far North Queensland storms can be nasty. I'd heard there may be rain, but with no radio reception on my overnight stumble across loose body politic, this ‘ big one'was an unwished surprise.

…..

By the time his small bunch of four had off-loaded the reciprocating saw of jury and shaft which would suit their new machinery store, the raindrops looked like knitting needle flying sideways.

……

"You in a big flush ?"asked the homestead guy as we looked forlornly out of the kitchen window,"‘ cos even if you make it to the bitumen, that shit-show they class as the route back to cairn terrier ain't gon na be worth two bob with this lot."

"I'll stay until it's all cleared away,"I ceded,"if that's Ok with you guys ?"

"No need to ask, old mate,"he replied, slapping me a couple of times on my shoulder,"Just leave a few bob on the fridge for your beers."

…..

And so it was. A remote bush homestead at the end of a long muddy track and with phone wires down and no cell reception.

Two nights I was there. I was gon na say stuck there, but that wouldn't have reflected the true warmth and hospitality these bushies extended. They treated me just like family.

….

On the third gear day a mud-caked law Hi-lux 4x4 pulled into the homestead forecourt.

"citizenry been looking for you,"the sergeant said as he straightened his cap while walking towards me, then surprisingly extending his deal for a shake.

"Not you guys I hope,"I laughed, partly from easement at knowing the outside macrocosm still existed.

"I think …. Belinda, is it ? …. may impart you a toilsome clock time than we ever could when she gets hold of you. Your secretiveness has been driving her crazy. She'd seen on the news that we'd had it bad, and when she couldn't reach you, she got onto your political boss, and your sat-tracker confirmed you were here. So she got onto the Melbourne Met who patched her through to me, and I assured her that if you were here, you couldn't be in any better hands. She did say that if I found you were Ok and her headache had been groundless, you were going to pay for it. There isn't anything I should live about, is there ?"

"No sergeant, honest. We're rock solid,"I said with an ironical chuckle."She wouldn't have been serious. Just unduly worried I conjecture. You know how it is ….."

……….

So, at aurora the side by side cockcrow I drove out of the homestead and pussy-footed all the way back to Cairns.

……..

As I got closer to civilization, my cellular phone picked up a signaling, so I pulled into a lay-by and made the call.

"Oh, thank goodness you're Ok. I was worried brainsick. The tidings said some of the roadstead were washed out about the same time you were you there."

"Well, kind of. The phone stock were down and the track to the homestead was too miry to risk, so I decided to remain put for a couple of daytime. I'm nearly back in Cairns now though. How you's been ?"

"We're Ok. The new girl I share with is a gravid laugh, and there's been no trouble with the residents. Those bad egg weren't the rapists I'd hoped"

"Dirty girl. Look, I need to get going before they all leave for the day, but I'll school text you as soon as I know what's happening and where they intend to send me."

"Speak soon then. sexual love you."

……….

"Moved Normanton, have they ?"the sarcastic M foreman asked when I walked into the Cairns transport federal agency at six o'clock that evening.

My XXIV hr round trip-up had taken five days.

…..

I didn't ring Belinda. I just sent her a textbook saying I was ok and to wish her good night.

………….

I couldn't get loaded that night for an early departure, so it was after ten the following morning when I started the xx hour parkway back down to Brisbane. It was only a few Bale of contract recycle cardboard, so I dawdled along, taking my time and stopping for a sleep, arriving at 6.30pm the next day.

During all that time we only sent a twosome of commutation of textbook to basically tell each other we were well and still alive.

………..

When I'd parked up, I rang her.

"How you's doing now ? I'm in Brizzy for tonight. Parked up outside a recycle yard. It stinks, but I'm good."

"Ha ha. Told you I could smell you from here. Who's a dirty miss now ?"

"rich person you been a dirty lady friend ?"

"Maybe,"she taunted.

‘ What you been up to then ?"

"We've all been tested for Covid every day and no-one's got it, so we're allowed to socialize now."

"Socialize ay ? And who you been socializing with ?"

"That would mean being with several people, so technically that's not quite correct."

"So who then ? Just your tribade acquaintance ?"

"Oh, trust me, she's definitely no lesbo."

"So who then ?"

"Just some unripe New Seeland guy. It's ok. He's been missing his Mom, so I'm looking out for him. He's nice and cute."

"How old is this young New Sjaelland guy then ?"

"Immature I said … I got ta go, my geological fault's already started."

"How old ?"

"Look, I'm busy now"

"How old ?"

"Twenty four. Got ta go. Love you. Ni-Night."

…

She'd ended the call without me even saying goodnight.

Does the phrase ‘ Gggrrrrr'mean anything to anyone here ?

……..

I bedded down it my sleeper-cab for the night. At 3 am the ping of a textbook woke me.

"He really is nice and cunning but his tightly fitting boy-shorts make him appear immature. When I say he appears immature, I mean it looks like he could be quite stocky. When I say it looks like he's quite thick, I don't mean thick in the head. Ni Night, cucky boy."

I fell back to catch some Z's with an erection.

……..

The fork-truck driver whizzed off the block of composition board just after 5 am, and I scooted across to our Brisbane store just as the traffic got lively.

"You up for another run up to Townsville and Cairns ?"asked the dispatcher in the office.

"I do bouncy in Melbourne, you know."I sarcastically replied.

"We're short on staff, and Serge said he could spare you for a few day. Wan na go or what ?"

………

I texted Belinda.

"Got go back up north. Def away another 5 days min."

It was half an minute later and I'd already hitched up my lagger when her reply pinged.

"Gon na be stuck in here too. Not slow though, not now I've found something interesting. keep your thinker on the route, cucky boy. Now going bed."

"Dirty girl."I text back.

"Not yet."was her sweet, poor reply.

………

I had breakfast and a exhibitioner and drop another two hours dozing. I set off at just after 2pm and intended to push straight through. I got a subject matter at 6.45pm as I was approaching a truck-stop where I could brim my armored combat vehicle with cheap fuel, so I pulled in, had a pee and interpret her text.

"nighttime shift was Ok. Had good sopor money box after luncheon. Been occupied nearly of afternoon."

"Occupied ?"I texted back.

"Fully occupied, cucky boy."she returned a few minute later.

…..

I drove with an erection and my brain on auto-pilot most of the ease of the nighttime. I pulled into the Townsville transfer post at 6 am the side by side morning.

……

"Townsville rubber. Cairns next. You had good shifting ?"I texted while the boys forked away half of my cargo.

I didn't get a answer until almost an hour later when I was just about to leave. I was tired and wanted to get the five hour last leg over and done so I could get some well-earned sleep.

"Just fin. Boring dark. Now shower, breakfast, bed. school text when u get there. I prob fast asleep."

"OK xxx."

……

I'd been driving for to the highest degree of the stopping point 23 hours and was dog tired when I arrived in cairn terrier at 1pm and dropped my trailer at the loading dock.

I simply texted"C safe, nite xxx"and clambered into my cab bunk and slept.

…….

It was dark when I awoke. I looked at my earpiece. Shit, nearly midnight. more than ten hours sleep. I had been tired.

…….

I did a retentive a pee on my tail Tyre, then texted.

"Only jus woke up. You Ok ?"

"Fine. Busy."She almost immediately replied.

…….

I wandered across the 1000 to where I could see the the night certificate guy sat in his little illuminated wooden cabin watching what I assumed was porn on his lap-top.

"Sorry to shake up if you're busy,"I said to his red face after knocking and waiting half a moment for him to unlock and give the door to his slight wooden world.

"Sorry,"he gushed,"They told me you were asleep in your cab and I didn't expect ….."his words trailed away.

"Hey, don't worry about it,"I soothed his embarrassment."We've all been there. Any chance of a java ?"

……….

We sat and chatted for the best part of an 60 minutes, then he suddenly dropped half a bomb-shell.

"You going back to Brizzy tomorrow, yeah ?"

"Heading Confederate States of America at least, I guess. nobody has said, but I wan na start heading back to Vic to see my wife as soon as I can. It's been a while. Why, what's up ?"I asked, having seen he had some variety of scheme in mind.

"A Paraguay tea of a mate has got a niece who needs a face lift back down there …"

"Oh, I dunno."I interrupted his flow. Giving face lift was not something I did. Any of us did.

"No, I know, I know, no-one does lifts."he acknowledged, understanding my reluctance,"It's just that she came up here on the promise of a job and it fell through, you know, all this Covid diddley and stuff. She's done her doe and needs to get back down home."

"Oh, now look, I know everyone's doing it problematic, but …."

"semen on,"he cajoled,"At least think about it. Talk to the girl. She'll be here in the morn looking for someone to take her. See what you think."

…..

Now I'm a fair and reasonable guy, it's just that I don't do aerodynamic lift. It even crossed my mind to just put her charabanc fare on my credit card, but if Belinda checked our statement and saw … ….. and I knew if I looked in the Edward White of her eyes, whatever she was like, I'd end up with an undesirable passenger, but against my secure judgement I said,"OK."

……

It was just after 6 am when I walked out of the loading power. I was to return to Brisbane, but there was only an empty house trailer to take. I wandered across to the security department wooden cabin.

"This is Paula,"the security guard introduced."Paula, this is Dez."

She was a nubile, petite and pretty young affair aged about twenty two I guessed, wearing a skimpy white top, a denim mini-skirt and sandals. Her nymph size made her seem a bit younger.

I tried to ingest control. I motioned for Paula to come to outside, and we had a small chat.

"Isn't there any early way you can get down to Brizzy. I'm really not supposed to give lifts."

"I've got no money left, and Mom stocked up on food and stuff and nonsense in guinea pig of a lockdown, so she won't have any spare cash to air me until pay-day at the end of next week. We had an logical argument about me coming up here in the starting time home, so she's in no humour to borrow money on my account. I daren't tell her I've got no-where to stay and am likely to starve to death before the end of future week. It's all bad, I really need to get nursing home, like, now."

I sighed a enceinte suspiration down my nuzzle."I sympathize, I really do, but….."

She grabbed hold of my shirt arm and glanced around at no-body near.

"I've got no money, but I'm desperate. I'll make it worth your while, if you know what I mean ?"

I knew exactly what she meant, but even that didn't washing with me.

"You've not met my wife, have you ? She'd cut off your nipple and then take a knife to my glob, if you know what I mean ?"I threw back.

"Ok, ok, but are you gon na help me or what ?"she said, becoming snappy at having her obvious spell rejected, and I guess also out of desperation and despair.

"Now listen up,"I said, taking control, as I grabbed her arm and gave her a shiver,"look at me."

"What ?"she asked, not understanding my drift.

"Look at me. look into my eyes."She did.

"Have you got a boyfriend back plate ?"I asked.

"Yeah,"she answered.

"And can't he send you any money ?"

"He's got less that I have."

"And do you bonk him, I mean, do you really jazz him ?"

"Of course I do. I miss him."

"And you were prepared to, you know, do me a favor to get a raising ?"

"Look, if you don't want to need me, I'll find individual else,"she said, her optic starting to fulfil with binge, probably thinking I was giving her a hard time for no reason and being a complete ass-hole.

"I'll ask you."I said, breaking the latent hostility,"but no hanky-panky, Ok ?"

She virtually leapt up into my arms like I was her best friend who she hadn't seen for weeks.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you,"she blubbered, as crying streamed down her cute little face. I must admit, I welled up a little too.

……………..

It was five hours later as I was beetling along on the twenty dollar bill hour trip and making good fourth dimension, my but freight being an empty trailer and Paula and her little traveling bag, when my hands-free beeped an incoming unknown phone number call. I looked across at Paula and put a finger's breadth to my lips, and she made a zip motion across the broad width of hers.

"Yes ? To whom do I speak ?"I asked.

"Is that Mister Dez ?"the hesitant but unmistakably Kiwi accent asked from my elan speaker.

"Sure is. What's up ?"I returned, still none the wiser as to who was calling.

"You don't recognise me, but my name is Nikau, and I'm sort of a friend of your wife."

"Yes, go on,"I said, my heart having seemingly leapt into my throat.

"wellspring, I'm just ringing to ask if you're cool with it ?"

"sang-froid with what, exactly ?"The center in my throat suddenly racing.

"Us being friends."

"And just exactly how friendly are you two being friends ?"

At this point I glanced across at Paula who flared her optic wide undefendable like saucers.

"Well, just friends, so far, but …"

"So far ?"I repeated back, interrupting his flow.

"Well, sir, she is being quite flirty but I know she is wed and I just…."

"Let me ask you something,"I again jumped in, surprised he had called me ‘ sir ’."How did you get this issue ?"

"I know it was wrong, but we were in the canteen sitting together when she went to the toilet facility and left her Mobile River on the table, and I took a scene of her impinging list."

"That's very honest of you to tell me, Nikau. Are you always this honest ?"

"My Pop told me to always be on my safety sir, yes."

"Be on your safeguard ? How so, Nikau ?"I asked, repeating his name. I must admit, it had a dainty ring.

"Well my uncle is quite famous and I've always been taught to head off bringing any scandal to the family."

"And who is this famous uncle of yours ?"

"I can't say his name, because I don't want it attached to any trouble I may accidentlly do, but he plays for the New Zealand All Blacks."

"You're not in any trouble, Nikau. Not yet, anyway. So, he's in the All total darkness, eh ?"

"Yeah. He got me a trial there once, but I wasn't quite fast enough."

"So you play rugby ?"

"Oh, yeah. That's why I'm in Melbourne. I've got a trial with one of the local A grade teams."

"What berth you play, Nikau ?"I asked with genuine pastime. I'm a bit of a rugby fan myself.

"Usually front row prop, sir."Nikau stated.

Now, for those who aren't intimate with the plot, a typical social movement row prop is built like the proverbial brick shit-house, and who could probably also carry one under each arm.

"And the Blacks knocked you back ‘ cos you weren't fast enough ?"

"Well, they are all pretty honest at everything, sir."

"Hey, Nikau, do me a favor and finish calling me sir. My epithet is Dez, Ok ?"

"Yes, sir, Mister Dez sir …."he struggled with the substance abuse of a lifetime.

"Now let's go back to the kickoff. You took a risk to get my issue, which is fine, I'm not furious, so why exactly are you calling ?"

"fountainhead, Belin…. I mean your wife … and I seem to stimulate become great friends and she's invited me back to her room this afternoon. If she didn't Tell you and you found out from somewhere else and thought there was something going on, you might …… well, I am in quarantine in here and if the media get, well, I don't have sex how to excuse. Like I said, my family can't be seen to be involved in any scandal."

"That was all a bit of a jumble, Nikau, but I know what you're trying to say. Look, I'll tell you what. Do not, I repeat, do not assure my wife you rang me, but you may go to her elbow room this afternoon and have a coffee and talk or watch a movie or whatever else she had planned. But if things get a bit flirty I want you to say something to surprise her….. have you got a pen ? …… good, now write this down."……..

……………..

With Paula being my totally skint co-pilot, I generously made two hamburger-joint pit stops and a pee stop I wouldn't usually make, which added supererogatory time to the journey. She also caused me to retard down for a short-change while when she announced the vibrations of the motortruck were making her horny. She then proceeded to commit her pes broad apart on the splashboard and digit herself to an overtly raunchy and very outspoken coming right there on my passenger seat as we were driving along. I reminded her the deal was no hanky-panky, but she'd responded,"try and stop me if you dare."

I read Belinda's text at the second pit stop at 8pm.

"We need to talk."

I needed to talk too, but not now. To be honest, having Paula riding shot-gun was unnerving, so I couldn't boldness it right there and right then. I got behind the bicycle and drove.

…………..

I pulled into the yard at 1am in excellent time, despite the clean-handed but worry beguilement, having been hauling an empty trailer.

"You sleep in here,"I told Paula,"and I'll go get myself a trot, and don't speak to anyone until I get back in the morning."

"Can't you stay here with me, or can't I come in there with you ? It would be nice."she pouted with a puppy-dog supplication and a sparkle in her eye, to which I simple responded,

"Which do you think she'll cut off first ? Your teat, or my chunk ?"

"Yeah, sorry,"Paula simply responded back.

Once I'd hurl my knapsack on the bed in the cribbage, I sent a text, knowing it would tell her the time sent.

"In Brizzy safe. Tired, going eternal rest. Text me in morning."

…………..

I awoke at 8.30am and read Belinda's text.

"Had tiring shift. Going bed. Text me when you wake and know what you're doing. postulate to verbalise please."

I quickly made my way across to my truck. Paula and her little grip were gone, but a dyad of exploited panty were on my seat. I walked over to the yard-man's hut and asked if he'd seen her.

"Remember Hogan's bomber ?"he answered without diverting his aid from the daunting jumble of paperwork strewn across his desk. Or class he'd meant Schultz's, ‘ I see nothing ’.

………..

The independent freight office gave me a big bucks of theme for the container and drone I was to deal to the Sydney depot.

"If you can get there by lunchtime it would be practiced,"they'd joked, knowing my truck won't do 200 Swedish mile an hour. I told them to expect me about 9pm.

"Now off to Syd. Be driving till 9. You awake ?"I texted, still conscious we hadn't resolved her ‘ need to tattle ’.

I didn't get a reply until 2.30pm.

"Awake now, cucky boy. Can we talk ?"

Knowing the possibility of an embarrassing conversation, I pulled into the following hand truck pull-off and reverberate her.

….

"Hi, honeybuns. I'm just taking a ten minute snorkel breather. How's affair ?"

"I'm sound. Why didn't you call yesterday like I asked ? I needed to speak to you then."

"I was occupied all day,"I echoed her wording from the previous day,"and I thought that you may have been the same. I didn't want to interrupt anything."

"Well I wanted to let you know they definitely want me to stay an extra week. They said it suits them for us to deliver three week on and one week off. Is that Ok ?"

"I know Serge has short ton of work on, and I've been running two log-books anyway, so if that's the cause I'll just keep going for a few Clarence Day longer. It's a bit gruelling and I miss you, but the body of work is certainly there…… The hardest component part is being on my own. It gets kinda lonely in this cab all by myself. At least you shouldn't be lonely."

"Well, I did have a visitant. That's another reason why I wanted to talk."

"I'm listening,"I said as my gist skipped a heartbeat, knowing what I'd told Nikau to do and say.

"I needed to blab out to you after my New Zealand friend had left and gone back to his elbow room. He'd said the oddest thing, almost like, I don't know, like he knew you or something."

"Perhaps he does. What's his epithet ?"

"He's called Nikau, and his room-mates are called Ari and Benny."

"So you've made three new friends ?"I asked, my pharynx suddenly becoming dry.

"Oh, they're Ok. They're cute and pretty practically behave themselves and stay in their way. But when Nikau was here it was odd that he said what he said."

"They pretty much behave themselves ?"I queried.

"Oh, you know what youngsters are like. A bit boisterous, but mostly they are Ok."

"Now it's ‘ mostly Ok ’. Have they upset you ?"

"No, its …. never nous, it was probably nothing."

"seminal fluid on then, spit it out. What did they say ?"

"No, it was just Nikau when he was here. When I went to the fridge, he kinda followed me and, well, I was a bit panic-struck because he kinda cornered me for a minute and studied me, like, scrutinizing, and said he wished you were a cucky boy."

"Oh,"I exclaimed, feigning surprise."That sounds like he had something on his mind. And what, pray tell, did you say to that ?"

"fountainhead, I didn't. I was just stunned, him coming out with it like that, using those words and looking at me the way he did. But he backed off when I kinda shooed him away and asked him if he wanted something to drink."

"Backed off ?"

"Well he's quite a bit great than me and like I said, he kinda had me cornered. It was a bit scary for a second. I've never said anything to them about calling you cucky boy, ‘ cos they may take it the wrong way. But like I said, he used the idiomatic expression himself. It seemed spooky like, Oh, I dunno …."

"Like if he knew that's what you sometimes called me, he may have attacked you or something ?"

"I wouldn't say fire, no, he's not that form of person. But if he knew I called you cucky-boy he might have tried to ……. I don't know what he might cause done. He is a bit boastful than me."

"How big is he then ? You joked before you thought he was, how did you say, ,, ‘ thick'?"

"Oh, he's thick alright. thick everywhere."

"A big guy, huh ?"

"All three of them are. They're Mauri rugby players. They've got forearms the sizing of my thighs."

"They've been measuring your thighs, have they ?"

"No, you ass."

"But they must be a bit intimidating though ?"I asked, my heart continuing racing.

"fountainhead, they all seem nice and friendly, and so far they've all been cultivated, but when they're all together at the Lapplander time, they are a bit overwhelming ….. they are three really big guy cable, you know."

"And what does your lesbian room-mate have to say about your new friends ?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. She moved out. She's bunking in with another guy. One of the quarantiners. Has been for a couple of days now."

"Is that allowed ?"I asked, genuinely interest, knowing this Covid shit can be nasty.

"We're still getting tested every irregular day, and thankfully no-one has it. That's why they're getting a bit lax here now, with masses moving about and mingling like everything is normal. No-one is allowed in or out for a few more days yet, though. With working Night I've kinda lost track."

"And you're on your own in the room during the day now, though ?"

"Except for Nikau this last couple of days. We have lunch together, then he walks me back to my room and usually comes in and New World chat for a picayune while. I think he's missing his Mom."

"sound like you're having fun."

"The work is easy, with just helping a few seniors at bed meter and good morning and being on call overnight. It's lunch period which usually get me."

"What happens then ?"

"Well, I have to go down to the canteen to eat, and that's why I've started sitting with Nikau and his friend. There seems to be more and more people hanging around down there in the afternoon just lately, and they are getting more rowdy and restless every day. Maybe because there's no intoxicant allowed, plus the frustration of being locked in for so long I guess."

"Maybe frustration in early slipway too, huh ?"

"Oh, don't talk of the town about that. I'm at the percentage point where I'm really looking forward to, you know…"

"Me too. But at least I have to wait. Seems to me you don't have to wait if you don't want to."

"Well, I do want to wait."

"Yeah … ‘ want'to, but don't have to."

"You really are a cucky boy, aren't you ?"

"And if you let that sideslip to Nikau, you could be a really dirty girl."

"Stop it. You get going before you get me all worked up. Nikau will be here soon to take the air me down to the mobile canteen. Text me when you get to Sydney."

"And you text me if you let anything sneak out … or maybe shift in. Text me later anyway, Ok ?."

"Go on, get going to Sydney, cucky boy, and make sure you drive that truck safely."

…………

I was slightly surprised I hadn't received a text when I arrived at the 1000 at 9.15pm.

I texted her,"in Syd safe. xx."

………..

I peed on my spinal column tyre and walked across to the security cabin where the sentry duty was sat all on his lonesome. He greeted me with a ‘ hi'and told me there was water supply in the kettleful and Milk River in the fridge. The newsworthiness duct on his little TV in the corner was on mute, and I was blankly staring at its scrolling up-dates whilst waiting for the kettle to seethe when I saw the words Sampson Hotel roll across the merchant ship of the screen.

"bout it up, turn it up,"I agitated at the guard, franticly flapping my arm towards the TV.

…..

"And we now cross be to our correspondent outside the Sampson Hotel in Melbourne. What can you tell us about the situation there now, Michael ?"

"wellspring it all seems to be calm here now Saint David, after the police had locked down the area here outside the Sampson Hotel earlier today. We haven't had a formal statement from the police as yet, but eye-witnesses have confirmed to us here at MBM word that several of the house physician who were confined to the hotel under Victoria's strict Covid quarantine regularization were taken away in some of the fleet of police force vehicles and one of the ambulances which attended the scene."

"And what do we know about why those mass were removed by the police earlier today ?"

"Until we have an prescribed affirmation from the police force, we can only go on what eye-witnesses have told us, Jacques Louis David. Most of those detained appeared to have various minor wound consistent with the rumors of a peck brawl which is alleged to sustain erupting inside the hotel at some pointedness in the early on to mid-afternoon. One person was taken to Caufledge hospital, and our source there reports that somebody, believed to be a man in his fifties, is in a unchanging condition with non-life-threatening injuries."

"Thank you, Michael. We'll leave it there and bring you more updates as they come to hand. We turn to sport now and the West Coast Sea Eagles ………."

I waved my bridge player, and the guard turned down the sound.

"You OK ? You look like you've seen a ghost,"he asked with concern.

"My wife works there,"I stated blankly as I slumped down onto one of the wooden chairs.

"Oh my God ! Have you spoken to her since, you know, today ?"

"No. She usually texts me around seven, but I've had nothing."

"Do you want to use the telephone set ? send for her ? Call the cops ?"

"No, it's Ok. Give me a moment."

I took a consequence. Then spoke …

"A couplet of people I know there have my routine, so I'm trusted I would've heard if she was involved in anything. She knows I don't usually listen to the news, so she probably assumes I don't know and won't be worried. And no news is good news show, right ?"

"Yeah, Ok, if you're sure. If there's anything …….. ?"

"No, its Ok, thanks."

………..

I made myself a coffee and watched the screen on the silent TV in silence. No early up-dates about the incident were scrolled amongst the other news-worthy events of the day, so after half an time of day I told the safety device I was heading back to my cab for some sleep.

…………

At five thirty the succeeding aurora I strolled across to the petty sentry duty hut and the guard had something to show me.

"Come in, feeling at this, I recorded it not long ago. I've been watching the newsworthiness and I knew you'd be interested. Overnight they must've interviewed some people from that hotel affair in Melbourne.

And sure enough enough, without the sentry go realizing it was my wife, he'd recorded her and her audience. A guy in a full haz-mat suit is at the briny entrance, holding a microphone on the end of a long celestial pole under my wife's nose.

..

"In your own lyric, can you describe what happened here yesterday, Belinda ?"

"Well, the residents seem to consume been getting more and more restless in the concluding few days. I came down to have a recent lunch, and when I was sat at my table checking my mobile for subject matter from my husband, someone suddenly grabbed it out of my hand, asking why I should ingest a telephone set and he didn't. I was trying to snaffle it back when someone else pushed me and I fell down, then someone hit him, and next thing I know it seems everyone is fighting all around me while I was laying flat out on the level. We've never had enough security safety device here from day one, so lucky for me it was my Quaker here who scooped me up and saved me. He's my Italian sandwich. I don't know how I'm going to refund him."

All the sentence Belinda was speaking, she's leaning into the side of a Brobdingnagian and grandiloquent, untested Mauri guy who has his muscled, dark skinned, ham-shank of a tattooed fore-arm draped around her berm. The flat palm of one of her men was rubbing small circles around the essence of his blanket bureau and she occasionally tilted her head to peek up into his eyes as she spoke, as all the while he smiled fondly down at her.

"My only regret is my phone is now broken,"she continued,"so I couldn't inform my husband. But he's away driving his truck for respective Clarence Day, so it's not unusual we don't get to speak for a day or two. I doubt he'll have heard about this as yet, so he won't be worried."

"And you, offspring man, what is your figure ?"asked the presenter, swinging the microphone pole his way.

"Nikau, sir, from New Zealand."

"We thought you might be,"beamed the presenter, glancing back at the camera with a wry smile inside his full- face, clear charge card visor."Were you hurt at all in the incident ?"

"No sir, I just scooped Belinda up in my arms and carried her out of impairment way."He looked down at Belinda and spoke compassionately and directly to her."I didn't realize your sound got broken though, Bee,"then turned to babble at the presenter like he was giving an account."I share a room with two other booster from New Zealand. I'm sure they've got a spare part mobile,"then looking down and again addressing Belinda,"if you want, we can founder you one until we all get out of quarantine. It should only be another duo of days."

"fountainhead I've got some news for you, Nikau,"the presenter jumped in,"we've been told that because of the severance of the strict quarantine ordinance, the isolation clock is going to be reset to zero, so you may be giving her one for another 14 days. What do you think about that, Belinda ?"poses the giver, again flashing a grin back at the camera.

Although Belinda didn't smiling, her eyes appeared to irrupt with a sparkle, and her answer to his question seemed relaxed,

"I suppose I'll have to put up with it, although closing off from family is really foil,"as her circling bland palm gave the bureau of her fighter a few firm pat."I think it should be Ok with my husband. He's an interstate truck driver, so he's used to taking care of himself when he goes away for a few sidereal day, and he's one material tough biscuit. Won't he be surprised when he finds out it's me who's going to be out of reach for a couple of weeks ? At to the lowest degree he'll know I have my Cuban sandwich and his friends looking after me while I'm stuck in here,"she stated, smiling straight up at Nikau, as he returned a lingering, tender gaze.

"fountainhead, that seems to be all from here at the Sampson Hotel for the moment. It's back to you at the studio apartment, David."

…………

I mulled over the hale situation.

At to the lowest degree I know she's safe and why she hasn't called or texted. If she got her hand on another speech sound, I'm not even sure whether she knows my issue. There'd been no need to con it if it had been stored on hers. Of course of study, I know Nikau has my number, but obviously he can't William Tell Belinda. And with my record of incoming margin call, I now have Nikau's phone number. But by the same reasoning, how could it be explained how I acquired that ? And if I looked up the numeral for the hotel, the lines would be manic and probably jammed. And if they've readjust the quarantine convention inside the hotel, she may not even be capable to access their telephone set anyway. Of course of action, my hirer at headquarters has my number on file if she looked up the company act. It all seems a bit tangled at the present moment. I decided to barricade over-thinking.

I went to the freight office for my next assignment.

………..

"You Ok for Brisbane again ?"asked the dispatcher."The City hospital up there seems anxious to re-stock their supply. It's mainly mask and PPE and stuff, so I suppose it's fairly important."

"Oh, for good sake,"I moaned,"am I the only device driver in this companionship who knows the way up there ?"

"It's all we've got until tomorrow,"he bats back,"and that's across to Adelaide."

"At least that's heading in the right focusing for me to get home base for a couple of daylight. It's been a while."I pointed out.

"I know, but this Brisbane Hospital job is fairly pressing,"he cajoled with hope in his eyes.

"Ok,"I sighed,"turn over me Brizzy.

………..

I collected the paperwork. I hooked up my dawdler. I climbed into my cab ….. and I drove.

10 hours of non-stop unvoiced driving later I'm pulling into the huge delivery bay behind Brisbane hospital, with the go hour adding to the of late afternoon traffic nightmare.

I look at my earphone. Still no messages. Damn.

At 8.30pm as I'm pulling into our Brisbane depot to park up for the dark I get a beep of a text.

It's from Nikau.

"Dunno if you heard. Was some hassle here. Your wife not affect but her telephone got broken in the hustle. She is fine."

"Thank you. keep open in touch."

………

Next morning time I'm asked to take a load back to Sydney. I saddle up and at 7am I'm on my way.

I was making good fourth dimension, so when my phone beeped a message at 12.30 lunch-time, I pull up for a breather, a pee and a read. It's from Nikau.

"Belinda and Ari were sharing banter in mobile canteen when she jokingly called you cucky boy. He been teasing her about it. Just letting you know."

I tried ringing his number, but it just went to call-answering. He texted again.

"Not allowed talk on phone in canteen no more. They think I playing a game."

"You with them ?"

"We all in canteen, yes. B stopped employment for lunch break."

"Stopped ferment ?"

"After the trouble, she asked for day shifts and got it."

"Ok, thanks. Keep in touch."

………..

I resumed my journeying, mulling over the logical implication and timing of her dayshifts.

………..

Fighting my way through the rush-hour bombination, I pulled into the Sydney railway yard at 6.30 pm.

At least here, I can get a canteen repast, a shower and a crib for the night. It's all good.

………..

At 8 pm I send a text to Nikau's number from my little oblong bedroom.

…………

"How's things there now ?"

"All good."

"Is B worried about me ?"

"Not at all. Why would she be ?"

"I not spoken to her for like 3 days."

"I've spoken to her."

"What u mean value ?"

"Told her u must be rubber cos been texting me."

"U told her ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"U told her u looked at her speech sound ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"What you mean ?"

"No enigma between B and I no more."

"No secret ? U been talking about me ?"

"My dirty girl been talking about her cucky boy, yes."

"You call her dirty fille ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"What you mean ?"

"She my foul girl now, cucky boy."

"You call her dirty fille to her face ?"

"She calls herself dirty girl to all our faces."

"All faces ?"

"Ari, Sesamum indicum and me."

"How long she been doing that ?"

"Ever since became certified dirty."

"Certified dirty ?"

"Ever since got herself blacked."

"How long this been going on ?"

"About 24 column inch ?"

"24 in ?"

"Do the math ….. eight in times three."

"Was it just a one off ?"

"We all got off."

"Was just one off though ?"

"B just told me to say it'll end up being 336 inches"

"336 column inch ?"

"8 x 3 x 14 24-hour interval"

"She there with you now ?"

"We all are."

"Can I talk to her ?"

"Not really. Hope you don't mind."

"Does she listen ?"

"Had no complains."

"So can I utter to her ?"

"She said to say no ‘ cos about to be fully occupied again. Just said to say ‘ good night, cucky boy ’."

…………

At 1.30 am I'm awakened by a ping. I undefended and read the text.

"Our dirty girl said to say you don't have to occupy, she's being looked after by her new ally. And if this evening anything go by, for following couple workweek she gon na get well and truly taken care of… … nighty dark cucky boy"

I fall asleep with my hand slowly stroking my erection.

……..

Next morning I send a school text to Nikau singing of my adjacent destination. I get an almost instant reply, and I doesn't come as a nail surprise.

"Our dirty girlfriend don't care where you are, cos she in one-seventh heaven aright here."

"Can I talk to her ?"

"My talk metre cite reserved for my Mom. I can unlimited textbook for free."

"Tell her I love her."

"She loves you too, but we found early things she loves."

"Is she getting her own phone ?"

"Dirty lady friend is mine, cucky boy. From now on, you go through me."

"Tell her I'm safe and well."

"I pass it on 5 times a day if you want. I'll text u whenever I feel like it."

"Ok."

"Damn right Ok cucky boy. Dirty girl is ours, so go pull your own little trailer. Ha ha ha."

……………..

And so it was. Over the succeeding few days I tramped up and down the east Coast corridor, working all hours God sent, regularly reporting I was safe and well. All I received in return were a series of unwholesome and unsettle texts.

"Our dirty missy getting dirtier every day."

"She upset Ari last night. She know not do that again."

"B got breakfast in bed this morning. Had to open her mouth wide."

"She's not wearing her nuptials band no more. What you think to that, cucky boy ?"

"B has no complains, but was moaning late into the night."

"You been pulling your trailer, cucky boy ? Every night we been pulling a train."

"B begged benni to block up. He laughed and kept on going ... ..and going…… and going."

"Shop ran out of extra vauntingly condoms. Me and Ari not been using them anyway."

"Wow. Should've seen B stopping point night. You really should've ... Sorry, forgot, you can't."

"B been treated well. Every night she been well and truly taken care of."

"You been delivering your load ? Us three macho-man been delivering ours."

"Did I tell you she getting dirtier every night ? I can't remember."

"B ran out of the contraceptive pill. Said she don't fear, said ‘ just do me.'”

"Neighbour complained of noise, asked could we ‘ concord it down ’. Benny misunderstood."

"She never had 3 at once. Tonight that changes… ... we decided."

"Said being dirty is nice. Said getting blacked way much better."

"Screams and wriggles a lot, don't she ? Still had no complains though."

"You been pulling your dawdler, cucky boy ? We been pulling a gearing every night."

………………….

After eight days of this texting teaser overrefinement, I finally end up back in Melbourne.

………………..

"I need a couple of daylight off, Serge. I've not seen my wife for nearly a month."I say to my boss back at home base.

"You done good, son, made us both some comme il faut coin. claim a couple of days while I get your truck serviced. I'll tell ‘ em not to cannonball along and I'll give you a vociferation when it's make. But our books are chock-a-block broad, head, so I'll need you to begin straight back then, Ok ?"

"sunniness honcho, no worries."

…………

I jumped into my car and sunburn straight over to Belinda's Mom's star sign.

The dogs jumped all over me like a skin rash before they dashed off back outside. Belinda's Mom gave me a long, big squeezing hug.

………….

"Suppose you heard about the Sampson Hotel fiasco ?"Mom asked.

"Shame they reset the quarantine clock and she had to last out in there another three weeks."I moan.

"What are you on about ? Belinda's been at home in self-isolation for historic period. I thought you would've known."

"What are you talking about ?"it was my bout to ask a perplex dumb inquiry. I hung on every watchword of Mom's unnerving answer.

"She's been at home. Not long after the ruckus she came down with a stale, but even though she tested negative, they sent her home anyway and told her to stay there for 14 days just in subject. If she stays in strict isolation and then examination negative, she can get back at the hotel. The representation have lashings of study on their Scripture, so In about four days'time at the end of isolation, assuming she tests negative, she'll be going in for another three week stint. Haven't you guys been talking to each other or what ?"

"Not really. It's a retentive fib. So she's been at home on her own, then ?"

"Of course she has. Who else would she be with, you great lummox ? I've been dropping food and supplies on her verandah and talking to her through the glass in the battlefront window. Didn't you hear me ? She's been in what's known as isolation, dopey. The clue is in the name."

"Oh, yeah, right…. It's just that …. Oh, never mind. So did you get her a new Mobile River phone ?"

"What do you mean ? She'd already got one. Don't you know anything ?"she continued at my intently quizzical regard."When hers'got intermit, that Mauri boy, what's his epithet, Nikau, gave her his own phone as a gift. Said he'd use Harry's or Ari's or whatever his figure is to prognosticate his Mom. They had a brand new one in a box, but no sim. They said they'd sort it all out when they got out of quarantine. Heart of gold, that boy. You ought to be grateful."

"Oh, I am Mom. I'm sure he's a grand guy."

"At least him and his friends have landed on their feet coming to Melbourne."

"How so, Mom ?"It was now manifest there was a heavy deal I didn't know.

"When they got tested negative and were let out of quarantine they all went for tryout at some rugby football position. Belinda knows all about it, but when she explained it to me I didn't really understand. Anyway, they've all got position for the starting line of side by side season if they can flow around ‘ till then. In the mean-time Nikau and his two friends have scored task with the security department firm that supplies guards to that there Sampson Hotel. They'd always been short on security. It's condemnable how they've got away with not having enough safety device. Anyway, now they will accept. And it'll be unspoilt for Belinda too, having her friends there to verbalise to when she's allowed out of isolation in a few days'time and can get back to work. It's all good, hey ?"

"So those Mauri guys are working at the hotel now ?"

"I don't think so. Not yet. I'm for certain Belinda said the rugby place had found them all billets through the rugger academy while they'd been doing their tribulation, and as far as I understand, they've been allowed to bunk down there while they did their security system guard track and delay for their diplomas. Hopefully they can part work at the beginning of next workweek. But I thought you guys would've been talking and you'd know all this stuff."

"No Mom, we kinda been talking about other things."

As my mindless left paw kickoff to tweet at my tabernacle and massage on my forehead while I grapple with this new information and blank stare at the floor and give out a deeply suspiration, Mom asks,

"You Ok, son ? You look stressed."

"Oh, it's goose egg, Mom, it's all good ……… everything's just bloody marvellous."

"So by the audio of it you've not been home yet then ?"asked Mom after the detent had come rushing back, interrupting our conversation by jumping all over me, and then dashing off again.

"No, not yet. I thought she was still at the hotel."

"You guys really seaport't been talking own you ? Is everything Ok ? You's not been arguing or anything ?"

"No, Mom,"I reassured her with a chortle of ironic runaway."We've only been able to text, so we've been keeping everything brief. It's Ok, it's all good."

"wellspring in effect you get over home and see her. It's a shame you can't hug or do anything else,"Mom said with a knowing twinkle in her eyes,"but at least you can sing through the glass and straighten a few matter out. I'm assuming you'll be staying here tonight. The spare room is free. How long have you got off work ?"

"Yeah, of course, Mom, thanks, staying here would be heavy. I've only got two nights off, unfortunately. study is short staffed with some of the guy cable self-isolating and we've got tons of work on."

"So you'll have to direct off before Belinda is out of plate isolation and back at the hotel for another three week ?"

"It looks that way, don't it ? Oh well, I'll go see her and see how she's doing, and I'll be back in an minute or so I guess ……….

………

I could see the next three weeks our cuckold coquette secret plan would be yet more bitter-sweet agony, knowing she'll be returning to the hotel with unsated frustration… .... and with her three new rugby playing friends to restrain her caller.

Oh boy … ... with a now perfect mix of unnerving factor, her texting teasing torture could get a entirely lot lot worsened .