Before I knew it it was the morning we would leave for our cabin getaway. After getting the kids together so my parents could pick them up. I started to pack the cooler with the frozen food I had purchased for our week away. In the days leading up to today, I'd been picking things up at the store and putting them away in boxes or the freezer depending on whether they were dry or frozen.
After we said our goodbyes to the kids, my husband finished loading the coolers and boxes of food into the bed of his truck, and we then headed out on to the road. As we followed the GPS instructions, I'd occasionally reach up and undo a button on my sleeveless blouse.
After a few hours, I was down to just three buttons on my blouse, one above my breasts, one between and one below. To say the least quite a bit of my stomach was exposed above my shorts and a lot of cleavage. After a few hours my husband, asked how much further we had to go. We were just a little ways past halfway there, I replied.
"I'm gonna stop at the next exit with gas and fill back up, I don't want to be out in the middle of nowhere and run out of gas," he replies.
"ok, babe.. sounds like a good plan. Our cabin is kind of remote." I reply with a slight wink. When he looked my way, I think he got the hint as to how much or I should I say how little I was wearing.
A few minutes go by and the exit signs start appearing and low behold the next stop not only had gas but also had some fast food.
"I'm hungry too, how about after we gas up we get some burgers or something before we get back on the highway?" he asks.
"Sounds like a plan."
He turns off at the next exit and scouts for the gas station with the best price. While we get's out to pump gas, the thought dawns on me that in our 25 years of marriage, I don't think I've fueled up my car more than five or six times. He's usually been with me when my truck has needed gas, or he's run out with it just to purposely fuel it.
"I've got to head in and get my receipt, it's out of paper here," he says, leaning in the open window.
While he heads inside I reach into the backseat and grab the duffle bag I stashed back there last night. Unzipping and reaching inside I find the short denim skirt I bought recently. I look around and see no one that's close by and quickly undo my shorts and slide them off my ass and down my legs, I quickly replace the shorts with the skirt and pull it back up my legs, fastening it and throwing my shorts back in the duffle. I see him starting to come to the doors as I give the duffle one final push back under the seat. I smooth the short skirt into place and find it comes to just about where my shorts did.
He climbs back into the truck and gets situated. "Everything ok," he asks, noticing my hand shaking a little.
"yep, I'm fine.. just getting hungry," I reply trying to steel my nerves."
Would you mind driving for a little bit?" he asks.
"Yeah I can," I say.
He pulls over and hops out, I get out on my side, making sure my shirt doesn't ride up. I come to his side and adjust the seat some and close the door. He get's in on the passenger side and closes his door. While buckling my seat belt, I ask "So what did you want for lunch".
"hmm, a burger sounds good."
I see a Sonic and start heading there. Realizing where I'm heading to, he says, "Are you heading to Sonic?, if so a milkshake would be good too."
I pull into an empty spot down the lane of ordering areas and start looking over the menu.
"Before you order turn towards me," he says.
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My Hidden Life Exposed
RomanceA middle aged housewife is discovered, by her husband, being involved in a secret emotional affair with a former lover via the internet. Instead of divorcing and casting her out of his life, he instead uses her submissive side to turn her into his...
