The other day my husband and I were talking about how some of the hotwife experiences I have had were downright funny as well as sexually exciting and erotic. The conversation brought a situation to mind that we thought was pretty funny at the time, although it may have taken a while for the other guy involved to fully appreciate the humor.

It happened in the late summer of 2001. Earlier that summer we had gone several times to a naturist resort that was a couple of hours out of town. We made a number of casual friends there, mostly couples but a couple of single guys as well. There was one guy named Marco whom I really liked. He actually lived at the resort all year round and we saw and talked to him every time we were there. He was an attractive guy, well-built with a nice cock, although I had never seen it erect.

In case you don't know, displaying an erection at a nudist camp is usually a real no-no, considered to be in very poor taste not to mention downright rude. Typically the atmosphere of the place is completely non-sexual which of course helps people, particularly women, to relax and not be self-conscious of their nudity. Therefore, although I did find Marco attractive, we had never related to each other sexually in any way, except in the privacy of our imaginations perhaps.

Around the middle of September that year, my husband and I went on a day trip out of town to visit a park and go canoeing for the afternoon. On our way back home in the early evening, we stopped for dinner at a large truck stop along the highway. While sitting there looking around, waiting for our order to arrive, Mike recognized Marco sitting at a table just a couple down from ours on the other side of the aisle.

I was seated the opposite way facing Mike so I discretely turned around to have a look. I saw the guy Mike was talking about but I didn't have my glasses on and still wasn't convinced that it was Marco. To be honest, I wasn't sure I would even recognize him with his clothes on as I had never seen him fully dressed before. Apparently, when I did see him I wasn't looking at his face much.

Mike and I switched places so I would have a better view and I could see that the guy was definitely Marco. It wasn't long before I caught his eye and I could tell that he recognized me right away. During dinner we exchanged smiles and I caught him glancing at me a number of times. Since I was wearing my short denim cutoffs without panties, couldn't resist flashing him under the table which I did several times. One of those times, I inadvertently flashed the guy who was with him as well.

This activity wasn't lost on Mike, of course. When we talked about it, he told me that whatever I wanted to do, if anything, was ok with him. We were finished eating and just waiting for the bill when Marco dropped by our table on his way out to his truck. We said hi and exchanged pleasantries and then he asked me if I wanted to come out and get the grand tour of his new truck. I agreed right away and Mike suggested that Marco and I go ahead and that he would be out as soon as he paid the bill. Within a few minutes I found myself outside in the parking lot with Marco and his truck.

We had barely gotten into the cab of the truck when we started kissing and stroking each other. I sucked his cock for a minute and then Marco starting fucking me hard from behind, me still wearing my denim cutoffs. One of the nice things about those shorts was that I could easily have sex without even taking them off. I actually did that a number of times that summer. The catch was that, if the guy wasn't careful, his cock would tend to rub on the denim with every stroke which, I found out, could give him a sore penis very quickly.

Marco fucked me long and hard until my juices were literally running down my leg. After he blew his load inside me, he pulled out and flopped over on the other seat gasping. It was only a minute before his face got red and he started whining that his cock was sore. He had rubbed one side of it practically raw on my denim shorts. I laughingly gave him my sympathy, kissed him goodbye and joined Mike at our mini-van. Mike had moved it to park just over a little from Marco's truck so that he could better observe his wife's naughty activities. I thought we would die laughing as we watched Marco leave his truck, wave over at us, and then head back across the parking lot. He was walking like a cowboy as he made his way toward the truck stop washrooms.

I had quite a few outstanding erotic experiences while wearing those denim cutoff shorts that summer. There are a few I plan to write detailed stories about for Volume 2 of my ebook series, "Memoirs of a Naughty Wife". If you have access to the online edition of Volume 1, you can see a number of pictures of me in those denim shorts that were taken that summer of 2001. You can find them in an album titled "On The Trail" published under the topic "Bonus Albums".