WHILE I'M AWAY DRIVING MY TRUCK, MY married woman TEXTS TO SAY SHE LOVES mixer DISTANCING ….

NOW THAT IT'S MINUS 8 INCHES.

My Aboriginal Australian interstate hand truck device driver's life can be pretty mundane with its longsighted, tiresome freeway and empty out-back highways, so my wife and I engage in a cuckold vamp game which is harmless and fun, and to be honest, sort of exciting. But when Covid came along, the formula seemed to change, and our piddling biz whilst I was away driving encountered some unexpected pull and turn. If I were a cowcatcher, I could've said it soared to breathtaking peak.

I've tried to concentrate my diary-style story to the titillating and juicy fleck, but it only makes sense if the background includes some earthy side-stories and facts.

………..

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

We consider ourselves as fit, active and healthy, and whenever we can, take long walks with our two Labradors, who also act as home guards and Belinda's protectors when I'm away driving.

Belinda has a diploma in helper breast feeding ( auxo ) and disability home care, and I've been driving interstate trucks for eight years.

During our ten eld of rock strong spousal relationship we've discussed our fantasy on many an social function, and have been open and frankfurter with each other.

Belinda's fantasies, or at least the one's she's revealed, all include just us two, and doing the usual romantics … making love on the beach at sunset, or in a snow covered log cabin in front end of a yowl open flaming. I think her most risqué scenario is a ‘ mile high club'quickie in an plane restroom.

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

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

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

"I love you too, and losing you to another would wear out my heart, but it's a fantasy that won't go away."I truthfully said,"The thought 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 you want me Thomas More ?"

"I know that imagining you being with another should pull in me angry, but it would cue me how beautiful and aphrodisiacal you are, and that you could seduce any man you wanted. It would turn like a competition where I'd have to try harder to be a better lover. Then if you told me that despite my undecomposed efforts he was superior in all form of direction and had attributes I couldn't compeer 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 lame explanation.

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

The Truth was, the simple sentiment of her becoming haplessly and wantonly aroused by the bearing of a knock-down alpha male was the turn-on for me. His sheer fauna magnetism would mist her skillful legal opinion and undermine her high moral standards and she'd simply allow herself to be taken. Imagining her submitting to a man with a cock much bigger than mine, and with the intensity and stamina of a race-horse … and her being on hotness, accepting whatever he did, even if he were far more ‘ ardent'than I'd ever be. The selfsame opinion was a big turn-on for me.

Hence I've nurtured a little cuckold minx game between us to the compass point where she willing plays along. At first I'm sure she was reluctantly play-acting to indulge me, but lately she's started fully playing her theatrical role, making it ever more bona fide and convincing.

…………

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

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

"Oh, that sounds sound, hon. You gon na get hold of it ?"

"That's why I'm calling. It'll be a live-in. Once I'm in, I won't be able-bodied to go out for a couple of workweek. I haven't asked Mom yet, but you know she'll take the firedog. And with you being gone for several daylight anyway, it all just seemed like salutary timing. They've offered top money and free meal. What do you call back ?"

"I can't see a job. Serge talked about I may bear to evade across to Normanton once I've dropped off at cairn, so I'll be gone for at least a workweek, easy. Yeah, go for it, hon."

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

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

…

Now let me explain a little about Cindy. Although she is one of my wife's best friend at work, she's a mid-40s, twice divorced white shark. She even hit on me once, and although I bet she's an absolute tiger in the sack and if I were single I'd be straight in, I'd feigned wrath and reluctantly but firmly declined. ‘ Don't ever pull a stunt like that again,'I berated, to which she pouted her underside lip with a puppy-dog feel as her way of saying, ‘ what a shame.'

…

"Cindy will be coming with me. In fact, that was my only concern. 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 question required an answer.

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

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

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

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

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

"Dirty girl,"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 bam on my air horn as a parting goodbye before I pressed end call. I was starting to loose concentration.

………….

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

"Leave it with us,"said Pete."We'll do the swap over and re-fuel. cribbage three is free if you wan na grab a couple of hours after you've eaten. Cairns ain't gon na go away."

"Cheers Pete. Give us a handclasp about eight thirty, yeah ?"

"need tucking in ?"he quipped.

"You wish,"I quipped back.

………..

I drove hard through the Night to beat the Brisbane morning hurry 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 scent of an smarmy rag at seven the next morning… 19 hours straight…. I'd had enough.

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

…………….

"Hi, honey buns,"I said to Belinda when she answered my vociferation."In cairn safe and sound. 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 mind, but with it only just being set up and the start batch of arrivals still drifting in, that's how they want to work it. At to the lowest degree I'll then get a entirely week 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 to sleep all today. They want me to go overnight to Normanton. good knows why the local anaesthetic boys can't do it. I think they're short-handed."

"They're struggling for stave here too. There's supposed to be eight security sentry duty for the three hundred way. There's still a lot vacant, but even so they've only got two sentry go 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 spread the experience around, but I am gon na possess to share. I meet my new room-mate later today. They've told me she's a junior 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 young woman,"I said.

"You go get a rain shower and some rest. I can smell you from here."

"Yeah, thanks. Message me when your new lesbian ally turns up. Ni dark, love you."

"Nighty dark, cucky boy. make love you more."

……………

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

"Not a raving lesbian. Has young man, 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 edition teased.

…

My tool stirred as I pondered her Logos a little previous whilst taking a shower.

…

I saddled up and was just about to pull out of the pace for my ten hour overnight run across to Normanton when my cell pinged ‘ new message ’. I opened her textbook and read.

"They recon some bad testicle turned up today. Cops here tonight for surplus security though, so flavour safe."

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

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

"C. H. Best not then. stay safe xxx"

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

"Dirty girl."I text back.

"Don't cry me. I may be interfering …. cucky boy xxx"

…..

The supposedly ten minute overnight drive out due west turned into a twelve hour incubus. It was lashing pelting by the time I arrived.

…

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

"Cyclone ?"I ask anxiously.

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

….

Far North Queensland tempest can be foul. I'd heard there may be rainwater, but with no radio set reception on my overnight trip across open country, this ‘ big one'was an unwished surprise.

…..

By the time his small crew of four had off-loaded the scroll saw of instrument panel and ray of light which would become their new machinery computer storage, the raindrops looked like knitting acerate leaf flying sideways.

……

"You in a big rush ?"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 social class as the road back to Cairns ain't gon na be worth two bob with this lot."

"I'll stoppage 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 span of times on my shoulder,"Just leave a few bob on the fridge for your beers."

…..

And so it was. A remote shrub homestead at the end of a farseeing muddy track and with telephone set conducting wire 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 tierce day a mud-caked police Hi-lux 4x4 pulled into the homestead forecourt.

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

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

"I think …. Belinda, is it ? …. may give you a harder time than we ever could when she gets hold of you. Your silence has been driving her crazy. She'd seen on the tidings that we'd had it bad, and when she couldn't reach you, she got onto your genus Bos, 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 beneficial custody. She did say that if I found you were Ok and her worries had been unfounded, you were going to pay for it. There isn't anything I should know about, is there ?"

"No sergeant, honest. We're rock 'n' roll solid,"I said with an ironic chuckle."She wouldn't have been grievous. Just unduly worried I shot. You know how it is ….."

……….

So, at break of day the succeeding morning I drove out of the homestead and pussy-footed all the way back to Cairns.

……..

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

"Oh, thank good you're Ok. I was worried nauseated. The news show said some of the roads were washed out about the Sami meter you were you there."

"well, variety of. The phone channel were down and the track to the homestead was too swampy to risk, so I decided to stay put for a couple of days. I'm nearly back in cairn terrier now though. How you's been ?"

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

"Dirty young woman. flavor, I need to get going before they all leave for the day, but I'll text edition you as soon as I know what's happening and where they intend to post me."

"Speak soon then. dearest you."

……….

"Moved Normanton, have they ?"the sarcastic yard foreman asked when I walked into the cairn transport office at six o'clock that evening.

My twenty-four minute rhythm trip had taken five days.

…..

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

………….

I couldn't get loaded that dark for an early departure, so it was after ten the next sunrise when I started the xx hour thrust back down to Brisbane. It was only a few bales 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 meter we only sent a couple of substitution of text 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 smack you from here. Who's a dirty fille now ?"

"rich person you been a bemire daughter ?"

"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 entail being with several people, so technically that's not quite correct."

"So who then ? Just your lesbian friend ?"

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

"So who then ?"

"Just some immature New Zealand 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 shift's already started."

"How old ?"

"spirit, I'm busybodied now"

"How old ?"

"20 four. Got ta go. love life you. Ni-Night."

…

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

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

……..

I bedded down it my sleeper-cab for the Nox. At 3 am the Ping of a text woke me.

"He really is decent and cute but his tight-fitting boy-shorts make him look immature. When I say he appears immature, I mean it looks like he could be quite thick. When I say it looks like he's quite thick, I don't mean value thick in the read/write head. Ni Night, cucky boy."

I fell back to sleep with an erection.

……..

The fork-truck device driver whizzed off the cubes of cardboard just after 5 am, and I scooted across to our Brisbane depot just as the traffic got lively.

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

"I do live on in Melbourne, you know."I sarcastically replied.

"We're short on stave, and Serge said he could spare you for a few twenty-four hour period. Wan na go or what ?"

………

I texted Belinda.

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

It was half an time of day later and I'd already hitched up my prevue when her reply pinged.

"Gon na be stuck in here too. Not boring though, not now I've found something interesting. go on your mind on the road, cucky boy. Now going bed."

"Dirty girl."I text back.

"Not yet."was her perfumed, brusk reply.

………

I had breakfast and a shower and spent another two hr dozing. I set off at just after 2pm and intended to drive straight through. I got a message at 6.45pm as I was approaching a truck-stop where I could brim my storage tank with meretricious fuel, so I pulled in, had a pee and scan her text.

"dark fracture was Ok. Had good sleep boulder clay after luncheon. Been occupied most of afternoon."

"Occupied ?"I texted back.

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

…..

I drove with an erection and my brain on auto-pilot most of the rest of the Nox. I pulled into the Townsville transfer place at 6 am the next morning.

……

"Townsville prophylactic. Cairns side by side. You had trade good displacement ?"I texted while the boys forked away half of my cargo.

I didn't get a response until almost an hour later when I was just about to leave alone. 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. drilling night. Now shower, breakfast, bed. schoolbook when u get there. I prob fast asleep."

"OK xxx."

……

I'd been driving for well-nigh of the finis 23 hours and was dog wear out when I arrived in cairn at 1pm and dropped my poke at the loading wharf.

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

…….

It was dark when I awoke. I looked at my phone. diddley, nearly midnight. More than ten hours sleep. I had been tired.

…….

I did a long a pee on my rear tyre, then texted.

"Only jus woke up. You Ok ?"

"Fine. Busy."She almost immediately replied.

…….

I wandered across the yard to where I could see the the Nox security guy sat in his lilliputian illuminated wooden cabin watching what I assumed was porn on his lap-top.

"Sorry to disturb if you're officious,"I said to his red typeface after knocking and waiting half a minute for him to unlock and open the door to his little 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 superfluity."We've all been there. Any chance of a coffee bean ?"

……….

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

"You going back to Brizzy tomorrow, yeah ?"

"head south at least, I guess. Nobody has said, but I wan na starting time heading back to Vic to see my married woman 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 mate of a mate has got a niece who needs a lift back down there …"

"Oh, I dunno."I interrupted his flow. Giving lifts 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 hope of a job and it fell through, you know, all this Covid shit and stuff. She's done her doe and needs to get back down home."

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

"cum on,"he cajoled,"At to the lowest degree think about it. Talk to the girl. She'll be here in the morning looking for somebody to take her. See what you think."

…..

Now I'm a fair and reasonable guy, it's just that I don't do lifts. It even crossed my nous to just put her coach transportation on my reference card, but if Belinda checked our statement and saw … ….. and I knew if I looked in the Elwyn Brooks White of her middle, whatever she was like, I'd end up with an unwanted rider, but against my comfortably judgement I said,"OK."

……

It was just after 6 am when I walked out of the freight office. I was to regress to Brisbane, but there was only an vacuous trailer to take. I wandered across to the security wooden cabin.

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

She was a nubile, petite and jolly vernal thing aged about twenty two I guessed, wearing a skimpy white top, a denim mini-skirt and sandals. Her nymph size of it made her seem a bit younger.

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

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

"I've got no money left, and Mom stocked up on intellectual nourishment and clobber in case of a lockdown, so she won't have any scanty cash to send me until pay-day at the end of next week. We had an disceptation about me coming up here in the starting time place, so she's in no humor to adopt money on my report. I daren't tell her I've got no-where to appease and am likely to starve to demise before the end of next week. It's all bad, I really need to get home, like, now."

I sighed a heavy sigh down my nose."I sympathize, I really do, but….."

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

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

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

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

"Ok, ok, but are you gon na help me or what ?"she said, becoming nipping at having her obvious appeal 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 shake,"look at me."

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

"flavour at me. expect into my eyes."She did.

"Have you got a beau back home ?"I asked.

"Yeah,"she answered.

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

"He's got less that I have."

"And do you love him, I mean, do you really bang him ?"

"Of track I do. I miss him."

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

"feel, if you don't want to take me, I'll find person else,"she said, her oculus starting to fill with tears, probably thinking I was giving her a surd clip for no understanding and being a stark 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 practiced booster who she hadn't seen for weeks.

"Oh, thank you, give thanks you, thank you,"she blubbered, as tears streamed down her cute picayune nerve. I must admit, I welled up a little too.

……………..

It was five hours later as I was beetling along on the twenty hour trip and making good sentence, my only if cargo being an empty poke and Paula and her little travelling bag, when my hands-free beeped an incoming unknown turn shout. I looked across at Paula and put a finger to my lips, and she made a zip motility across the full width of hers.

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

"Is that Mr. Dez ?"the hesitant but unmistakably Kiwi stress asked from my dash speaker.

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

"You don't know me, but my name is Nikau, and I'm variety of a champion of your wife."

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

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

"assuredness with what, exactly ?"The philia in my throat suddenly racing.

"Us being friends."

"And just exactly how favorable are you two being supporter ?"

At this point I glanced across at Paula who flared her eyes all-inclusive assailable like saucers.

"Well, just booster, so far, but …"

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

"fountainhead, sir, she is being quite a flirty but I know she is married and I just…."

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

"I know it was faulty, but we were in the mobile canteen sitting together when she went to the restroom and left her mobile on the tabular array, and I took a picture of her contact list."

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

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

"Be on your sentry duty ? How so, Nikau ?"I asked, repeating his name. I must take, it had a gracious ring.

"Well my uncle is quite noted and I've always been taught to fend off bringing any outrage to the family."

"And who is this illustrious uncle of yours ?"

"I can't say his name, because I don't want it attached to any difficulty I may accidentlly cause, 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 lightlessness, eh ?"

"Yeah. He got me a tryout 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 topical anesthetic A grade teams."

"What position you play, Nikau ?"I asked with unfeigned pursuit. I'm a bit of a rugby fan myself.

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

Now, for those who aren't familiar with the secret plan, a typical front row airscrew 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 ?"

"fountainhead, they are all pretty good at everything, sir."

"Hey, Nikau, do me a favour and stop calling me sir. My public figure is Dez, Ok ?"

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

"Now let's go back to the beginning. You took a risk of exposure to get my figure, which is fine, I'm not angry, so why exactly are you calling ?"

"fountainhead, Belin…. I mean your married woman … and I seem to have become great protagonist 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 sensitive get, well, I don't know how to explain. 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 order you what. Do not, I repeat, do not tell my wife you rang me, but you may go to her room this afternoon and have a coffee and babble or watch over a movie or whatever else she had planned. But if things get a bit flirty I want you to say something to storm her….. have you got a pen ? …… good, now write this down."……..

……………..

With Paula being my totally stone-broke copilot, I generously made two hamburger-joint pit occlusive and a pee check I wouldn't usually make, which added extra time to the journeying. She also caused me to slow down for a short piece when she announced the vibrations of the truck were making her horny. She then proceeded to place her foundation wide apart on the splasher and digit herself to an overtly lascivious and very vocal orgasm right there on my passenger seat as we were driving along. I reminded her the quite a little 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 consonant 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 face it right there and right then. I got behind the wheel and drove.

…………..

I pulled into the grounds at 1am in excellent time, despite the innocent but matter to distraction, having been hauling an empty trailer.

"You sleep in here,"I told Paula,"and I'll go get myself a crib, 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 plea and a twinkle in her eye, to which I simple responded,

"Which do you think she'll cut off first ? Your tits, or my musket ball ?"

"Yeah, sorry,"Paula simply responded back.

Once I'd discombobulate my backpack on the bed in the crib, I sent a text, knowing it would tell her the time sent.

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

…………..

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

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

I quickly made my way across to my truck. Paula and her fiddling suitcase were gone, but a duad of victimised panties were on my seat. I walked over to the yard-man's hut and asked if he'd seen her.

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

………..

The main cargo office gave me a bundle of theme for the container and trailer I was to take to the Sydney depot.

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

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

I didn't get a reply until 2.30pm.

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

Knowing the theory of an awkward conversation, I pulled into the next truck lay-by and rang her.

….

"Hi, honeybuns. I'm just taking a ten minute schnorchel. How's things ?"

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

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

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

"I know Serge has tons of body of work on, and I've been running two log-books anyway, so if that's the case I'll just maintain going for a few day longer. It's a bit hard and I miss you, but the body of work is certainly there…… The difficult part is being on my own. It gets rather lonely in this cab all by myself. At least you shouldn't be lonely."

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

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

"I needed to talk to you after my New Zealand friend had left and gone back to his 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 champion ?"I asked, my throat suddenly becoming dry.

"Oh, they're Ok. They're cute and pretty much behave themselves and outride 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 rumbustious, but mostly they are Ok."

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

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

"Come 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 affright because he kinda cornered me for a hour 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 ?"

"Well, I didn't. I was just stunned, him coming out with it like that, using those Good Book 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 large 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 train it the awry 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 attack, no, he's not that kind of person. But if he knew I called you cucky-boy he might have tried to ……. I don't know what he might have done. He is a bit bigger than me."

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

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

"A big guy, huh ?"

"All three of them are. They're Mauri rugby role player. They've got forearms the size 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 inwardness continuing racing.

"Well, they all seem skillful and friendly, and so far they've all been polite, but when they're all together at the same sentence, they are a bit overtake ….. they are three really big guy rope, you know."

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

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

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

"We're still getting tested every second day, and thankfully no-one has it. That's why they're getting a bit lax here now, with people moving about and mingling like everything is normal. No-one is allowed in or out for a few to a greater extent 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 net couple of days. We have lunch together, then he walks me back to my elbow room and usually comes in and chats for a picayune while. I think he's missing his Mom."

"Sounds like you're having fun."

"The work is easy, with just helping a few seniors at bed time and mornings and being on call overnight. It's lunchtimes which usually get me."

"What happens then ?"

"fountainhead, 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 Sir Thomas 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 alcoholic drink allowed, plus the thwarting of being locked in for so foresighted I guess."

"Maybe defeat in other style too, huh ?"

"Oh, don't public lecture about that. I'm at the full stop where I'm really looking forward to, you know…"

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

"Well, I do need to wait."

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

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

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

"stop consonant it. You get going before you get me all worked up. Nikau will be here soon to walk me down to the canteen. Text me when you get to Sydney."

"And you text me if you let anything steal out … or maybe slip-up in. Text me later anyway, Ok ?."

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

…………

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

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

………..

I peed on my back Sur and walked across to the security system cabin where the guard was sat all on his lonesome. He greeted me with a ‘ hi'and told me there was water in the kettleful and milk in the fridge. The news channel 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 boil when I saw the words Sampson Hotel roll across the bottom of the screen.

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

…..

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

"Well 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 intelligence that respective of the residents who were confined to the hotel under Victoria's strict Covid quarantine rule were taken away in some of the fleet of police vehicle and one of the ambulances which attended the scene."

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

"Until we have an functionary affirmation from the police, we can only go on what eye-witnesses have told us, Saint David. nigh of those detained appeared to own various small fry trauma consistent with the rumor of a multitude brawl which is alleged to deliver erupting inside the hotel at some point in the other to mid-afternoon. One person was taken to Caufledge Hospital, and our seed there reports that individual, believed to be a man in his fifties, is in a stalls condition with non-life-threatening injuries."

"Thank you, Michael. We'll leave it there and fetch you Sir Thomas More updates as they come to hand. We turn to rollick now and the W Coast Sea bird of Jove ………."

I waved my script, and the safety device turned down the sound.

"You OK ? You look like you've seen a trace,"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 sound ? Call her ? squall the cop ?"

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

I took a bit. Then spoke …

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

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

"No, its Ok, thanks."

………..

I made myself a chocolate and watched the screenland on the silent TV in silence. No other up-dates about the incident were scrolled amongst the other news-worthy event of the day, so after half an hour I told the guard I was heading back to my cab for some sleep.

…………

At five thirty the future morning I strolled across to the niggling sentry duty hut and the guard had something to show me.

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

And surely enough, without the guard realizing it was my wife, he'd recorded her and her interview. A guy in a replete haz-mat courtship is at the chief entree, holding a mike on the end of a long terminal under my wife's nose.

..

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

"Well, the resident seem to have been getting more and to a greater extent restless in the terminal few days. I came down to sustain a tardily luncheon, and when I was sat at my table checking my Mobile for subject matter from my hubby, someone suddenly grabbed it out of my hand, asking why I should have a phone and he didn't. I was trying to grab it back when someone else pushed me and I fell down, then someone hit him, and future affair I know it seems everyone is fighting all around me while I was laying flavourless out on the trading floor. We've never had adequate protection safeguard here from day one, so lucky for me it was my friend here who scooped me up and saved me. He's my hero. I don't do it how I'm going to pay back him."

All the time Belinda was speaking, she's leaning into the side of meat of a huge and improbable, young Mauri guy who has his muscled, dark skinned, ham-shank of a tattooed fore-arm draped around her shoulder joint. The compressed palm of one of her hands was rubbing pocket-size dress circle around the heart of his broad chest and she occasionally tilted her head to glance up into his eye 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 various days, 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, untested man, what is your name ?"asked the sponsor, 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- fount, net plastic peak."Were you hurt at all in the incident ?"

"No sir, I just scooped Belinda up in my arms and carried her out of harms way."He looked down at Belinda and spoke compassionately and directly to her."I didn't bring in your phone got unkept though, Bee,"then turned to talk at the presenter like he was giving an account."I ploughshare a room with two other Quaker from New Zealand. I'm sure they've got a fifth wheel mobile,"then looking down and again addressing Belinda,"if you want, we can grant you one until we all get out of quarantine. It should only be another couple of days."

"Well I've got some news for you, Nikau,"the presenter jumped in,"we've been told that because of the rupture of the strict quarantine regulation, 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 donor, again flashing a grin back at the camera.

Although Belinda didn't grinning, her eyes appeared to flare up with a sparkle, and her answer to his question seemed loosen up,

"I suppose I'll have to put up with it, although isolation from family is really dun,"as her circling flat medallion gave the chest of her poor boy a few firm dab."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 Clarence Day, and he's one substantial rugged biscuit. Won't he be surprised when he finds out it's me who's going to be out of reach for a match of week ? At least he'll know I have my champion and his supporter looking after me while I'm stuck in here,"she stated, smiling straight up at Nikau, as he returned a tarriance, affectionate gaze.

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

…………

I mulled over the whole situation.

At to the lowest degree I know she's safe and why she hasn't called or texted. If she got her hands on another phone, I'm not even sure enough whether she knows my number. There'd been no need to memorize it if it had been stored on hers. Of grade, I know Nikau has my number, but obviously he can't Tell Belinda. And with my record book of incoming calls, I now have Nikau's number. But by the same reasoning, how could it be explained how I acquired that ? And if I looked up the bit for the hotel, the lines would be frenzied and probably jammed. And if they've reset the quarantine ruler inside the hotel, she may not even be able-bodied to access their phone anyway. Of course, my knob at home base has my number on file if she looked up the ship's company act. It all seems a bit tangled at the mo. I decided to block over-thinking.

I went to the shipment office for my next assignment.

………..

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

"Oh, for goodness sake,"I moaned,"am I the alone driver in this company 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 head in the powerful management for me to get home for a couple of solar day. It's been a while."I pointed out.

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

"Ok,"I sighed,"yield me Brizzy.

………..

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

10 hours of non-stop hard driving later I'm pulling into the immense obstetrical delivery bay behind Brisbane Hospital, with the last hour adding to the recent good afternoon traffic nightmare.

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

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

It's from Nikau.

"Dunno if you heard. Was some trouble here. Your wife not tortuous but her earpiece got broken in the spat. She is fine."

"Thank you. hold open in touch."

………

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

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

"Belinda and Ari were sharing banter in 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 work for lunch break."

"Stopped form ?"

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

"Ok, thanks. Keep in touch."

………..

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

………..

scrap my way through the rush-hour buzz, I pulled into the Sydney yard at 6.30 pm.

At to the lowest degree here, I can get a canteen meal, a shower and a pony for the night. It's all good.

………..

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

…………

"How's matter there now ?"

"All good."

"Is B worried about me ?"

"Not at all. Why would she be ?"

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

"I've spoken to her."

"What u mean value ?"

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

"U told her ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"U told her u looked at her phone ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"What you mean ?"

"No secrets between B and I no more."

"No secrets ? U been talking about me ?"

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

"You call her dirty young lady ?"

"Why wouldn't I ?"

"What you mean ?"

"She my dingy lady friend now, cucky boy."

"You call her dirty miss to her face ?"

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

"All faces ?"

"Ari, Benny and me."

"How tenacious she been doing that ?"

"Ever since became certify dirty."

"Certified dirty ?"

"Ever since got herself blacked."

"How long this been going on ?"

"About 24 inches ?"

"24 in ?"

"Do the math ….. eight inches prison term 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 in ?"

"8 x 3 x 14 days"

"She there with you now ?"

"We all are."

"Can I mouth to her ?"

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

"Does she mind ?"

"Had no complains."

"So can I speak to her ?"

"She said to say no ‘ cos about to be fully occupied again. Just said to say ‘ in force nighttime, 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 booster. And if tonight anything go by, for next twosome week she gon na get well and truly taken care of… … nighty night cucky boy"

I fall asleep with my hand slowly stroking my erection.

……..

Next morning I send a text to Nikau telling of my next goal. I get an almost instant reply, and I doesn't come as a complete surprise.

"Our dirty girlfriend don't attention where you are, cos she in 7th heaven right here."

"Can I speak to her ?"

"My talk time citation reserved for my Mom. I can unlimited text edition for free."

"William Tell her I love her."

"She loves you too, but we found other affair she loves."

"Is she getting her own phone ?"

"Dirty young lady 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 textbook u whenever I feel like it."

"Ok."

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

……………..

And so it was. Over the next few days I tramped up and down the East Coast corridor, working all time of day God sent, regularly reporting I was safe and well. All I received in comeback were a series of unwholesome and unnerving 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 mouthpiece wide."

"She's not wearing her marriage stria 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 Jack Benny to stop. He laughed and kept on going ... ..and going…… and going."

"Shop ran out of extra declamatory condom. Me and Ari not been using them anyway."

"Wow. Should've seen B utmost nighttime. You really should've ... Sorry, forgot, you can't."

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

"You been delivering your cargo ? Us three studs been delivering ours."

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

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

"Neighbour complained of noise, asked could we ‘ hold 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."

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

"You been pulling your trailer, cucky boy ? We been pulling a wagon train every night."

………………….

After eight days of this texting vamp torture, I finally end up back in Melbourne.

………………..

"I need a couplet of day off, Serge. I've not seen my married woman for nearly a month."I say to my boss back at home base.

"You done good, son, made us both some decent coin. Take a couple of years while I get your motortruck serviced. I'll tell ‘ em not to rush and I'll give you a call when it's quick. But our Bible are chock full, mind, so I'll need you to bulge straight back then, Ok ?"

"sunshine chief, no worries."

…………

I jumped into my car and burn straight over to Belinda's Mom's house.

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

………….

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

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

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

"What are you talking about ?"it was my good turn to ask a dumbfounded dumb question. I hung on every word of Mom's formidable answer.

"She's been at home. Not long after the ruckus she came down with a insensate, but even though she tested negative, they sent her nursing home anyway and told her to remain there for 14 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. just in case. If she stays in stern isolation and then tryout negative, she can take up back at the hotel. The federal agency have tons of work on their playscript, so In about four days'sentence at the end of isolation, assuming she tests blackball, 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 farseeing story. So she's been at menage on her own, then ?"

"Of course she has. Who else would she be with, you great oaf ? I've been dropping intellectual nourishment and supplies on her verandah and talking to her through the glass in the front 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 phone ?"

"What do you mean ? She'd already got one. Don't you know anything ?"she continued at my intently quizzical gaze."When hers'got broken, that Mauri boy, what's his name, Nikau, gave her his own phone as a gift. Said he'd use Harry's or Ari's or whatever his name is to call 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. tenderness of gold, that boy. You ought to be grateful."

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

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

"How so, Mom ?"It was now apparent there was a with child deal I didn't know.

"When they got tested disconfirming and were let out of quarantine they all went for test at some rugby place. Belinda knows all about it, but when she explained it to me I didn't really understand. Anyway, they've all got placements for the start of next season if they can pay heed around ‘ till then. In the mean-time Nikau and his two friends have scored task with the security measure business firm that supplies guards to that there Sampson Hotel. They'd always been scant on security system. It's criminal how they've got away with not having enough sentry go. Anyway, now they will have. And it'll be good for Belinda too, having her friends there to talk to when she's allowed out of isolation in a few days'clock time and can get back to oeuvre. It's all good, hey ?"

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

"I don't think so. Not yet. I'm sure Belinda said the rugby lieu had found them all post through the rugger honorary society while they'd been doing their trials, and as far as I understand, they've been allowed to lam down there while they did their protection guard courses and wait for their diploma. Hopefully they can start work at the root of next week. But I thought you guys would've been talking and you'd know all this stuff."

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

As my mindless left handwriting start to cabbage at my synagogue and massage on my forehead while I grapple with this new selective information and blank shell stare at the floor and pass off a deep suspiration, Mom asks,

"You Ok, son ? You look stressed."

"Oh, it's nothing, Mom, it's all commodity ……… everything's just flaming marvellous."

"So by the phone of it you've not been rest 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 haven't been talking induce you ? Is everything Ok ? You's not been arguing or anything ?"

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

"wellspring best you get over home and see her. It's a ignominy you can't hug or do anything else,"Mom said with a knowing light in her eye,"but at least you can talk through the methamphetamine hydrochloride and roll out a few things out. I'm assuming you'll be staying here tonight. The spare way is free. How long have you got off workplace ?"

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

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

"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 hour or so I guess ……….

………

I could see the next three calendar week our cuckold tease 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 proceed her company.

Oh boy … ... with a now stark mix of unnerving factor, her texting vamp torture could get a unit lot lot unsound .