The air conditioning on to counteract the unusually warm weather, Doris Day singing from the stereo speakers and my wife showing both thigh and considerable cleavage. Did I really have any right to be moaning about the slow moving traffic? Well it was the A17 and we had chosen a day when it seemed every tractor in the area had decided to be in front of us. Even my requests for my lovely wife to show a little more flesh were met with rejection. It’s too busy; you’ll be running into the car in front’. God I hate it when I have to admit she is right! A few more miles, my face reflecting my despondency and she looks my way with a twinkle in her eye. ‘We’re nearly up to the café aren’t we?’ She enquired ‘Why not pull in for a bit’ I’m sure it was not my imagination that detected her emphasis on the word ‘bit’. A little further and I was indicating to pull in, as I did so my naughty wife suggested we should park around the back, again with a smile on her face. We had stopped here many times over the years and my wife was well aware that whilst the cars parked in front of the building, it was the lorries who parked at the back. The atmosphere suddenly became electric; I had suggested this be a naughty few days away but didn’t dream my lady wife would be this forward, this early, on our time away. Pulling to a stop between two enormous juggernauts my wife flipped down her sunshade, checked herself out in the vanity mirror and said ‘Right, let’s go in’. The café is a large building, very much catering for the fast changing clientele approaching the counter. With a wall stretching almost the entire length of the middle of the building the two sides tend to form a natural barrier between the truckers and the car driving customers. My wife sat herself at a table facing the window on the trucker’s side and asked me to get her a cold Pepsi along with a prawn roll. I went to the counter and selected the rolls before collecting the Pepsi and a Fanta for myself. On my return to the table I became aware that several guys were paying discreet attention to my wife. Sitting down I said to her ‘You seem rather popular’ she laughed quietly and said ‘It’s what you like isn’t it?’ ‘As long as you’re happy, I am’ was my reply. Time soon passed with a little small talk the topic of the conversation being more than a little suggestive. Looking around the area where we were seated it was clear one or two guys had my wife firmly in their sights. Leaning forward to whisper to me I became aware that, my normally very proper good lady, had undone another button on her blouse. I suggested she must be feeling particularly randy, she replied ‘My fanny is as moist as that prawn roll you’ve just eaten’, I sat back in my chair gob smacked! Rising from her seat she said ‘I need the loo’ and trotted off in the general direction. Like several other guys in the area my eyes followed her shapely legs the tops only just covered by her denim mini. A couple of minutes later and the sight was to be repeated, only this time the view was from the front and that blouse, several buttons undone was struggling to contain her ample cleavage. I arose to greet my wife suggesting it was time to get back on the road. As we walked toward the door we were aware that a couple of the guys who had been watching were not many paces behind us. As I opened the car door for my good lady I could sense the guys walking up behind me and, as she got into the car, they like me, were afforded the perfect view up my wife’s legs to the shaven fanny beyond. Realising what they had seen I hurried to my side of the car and climbed in beside my giggling wife. ‘You want some more?’ I asked eagerly ‘I think you’ve had enough for now’ was her teasing reply ‘we’re still a long way from the hotel, there’ll be plenty of time for more fun later’. I pulled away from the car park, unaware of the fun that awaited me later that day …............. Underway again and it was not long before I became aware of a glaring omission at the café. Whilst Mrs. DD had (she would claim ‘sensibly’) visited the loo, I had not and that drink of cold Fanta very soon reminded me of my mistake. For several miles I sat uncomfortably in my seat, Mrs. DD teasing mercilessly with suggestive talk, along with flashes of thigh and cleavage, at last I saw a sign for a layby with a toilet. I pulled in, stopped the car and headed straight to the afore mentioned building. It’s only the guys that will understand my predicament when reaching the urinals. My brain knew I needed to pee, my bladder knew I needed to pee but my dick (with a mind of its’ own) could only think about Mrs. DD and her naughty behaviour. As a result there I stood with a semi hard-on and as every guy will know, the one thing you can’t do when in any way excited in that department, is pee. Desperate not to be caught at the urinals with a semi by the next unsuspecting user of the toilets I scurried into a stall. Whilst safe I managed to get my brain to imagine my mother-in-law naked and sure enough my erection subsided long enough to allow me to empty my bladder. Relieved I washed my hands wiped them on the arse of my trousers (why do hand driers never work?) and headed back to the car. Bloody typical I thought as I approached my parking space, a white van man parked on the wrong side of the layby almost on top of my bonnet, I was going to need a can opener to get out of there, I’ll give him a piece of my mind I thought. However, as I got a little nearer to both the car and the van my attitude was to change. In looking at the van driver I could see that he was leaning right forward in his seat and on the passenger seat between me and him were a load of boxes. At the same time looking toward my dear wife, sat facing directly into the sunlight and toward the van driver, it was very obvious that her opaque blouse was doing very little to prevent the van driver from seeing the black bra and ample cleavage beneath. Getting into the car I commented on my wife’s’ behaviour, again suggesting she was being very naughty. ‘I can’t think what you mean she replied‘ with a grin. ‘Well maybe I should take a walk down to the burger van?’ I suggested. With a knowing smile she replied ‘Make sure you keep me in sight’. On leaving the car I looked toward the van driver, he was considerably younger than either of us, I nodded his way and he smiled. Another bottle of drink from the burger bar and I took up my position on the grass in the sunshine, ensuring I had a good view of both Mrs. DD and the van driver. It was certainly not the first time she had played for a watching van driver, but I did wonder just what she would do in daylight and with the risk of the odd car passing by. I didn’t have to wait too long to find out. Now we’ve been together for thirty plus years and in that time I’ve managed to pick-up on a great number of Mrs. DD’s feminine tricks and manoeuvres. What she was about to do however never ceases to amaze me. With her left hand going up her right sleeve there appeared a bra strap which was eased past her right elbow and over her right hand. This manoeuvre was then repeated with her right hand reaching up her left sleeve. A quick reach around to her back and there from her cleavage appeared her bra which was quickly discarded to one side. Looking toward the van driver I could see a grin from ear to ear but more than that I’m sure his shoulder was moving up and down in a rhythmic manner. By now my erection was straining again and I have to admit my hand strayed into my trouser pocket. Mrs. DD looked at both me and the van driver, she knew she had us both mesmerised. Slowly and with deliberate movement Mrs. DD’s hand slipped inside her blouse, now virtually transparent in the direct sunlight. For a good five minutes she teased and played with both boobs and nipples whilst staring directly every now and again at the van driver and me. Then, suddenly and unexpectedly, I saw the van driver change his stance take a tissue and wipe his window, nod my way and mouth ‘thank you’ to Mrs. DD. It seemed she had worked her magic on him. Shortly after, he started his van and drove off. Meanwhile I was left to return to our car much to the amusement of Mrs. DD who asked why my erection had arrived at the car before I had. I climbed in beside her and said ’You’re going to have to do something about this’ looking toward my groin. Again very teasingly she said ‘Oh I intend to, but not until later, Isn’t it time we got back on the road?’ And with that it was seat belts on, me with a raging stiffie and Mrs. DD. sat next to me in see thru top when the sun caught it right, denim mini-skirt and devoid of any underwear. I wondered to myself, how can this get any better, little did I realise that the day had but barely started ……………