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Amber climbed back into the passenger seat. She wiped the cum from her chin as her husband, Carl, stuffed his spent cock back into his pants.
Amber and Carl were driving his rig, as always, to his next destination, a location about 1000 miles away from were they were. It was early evening and time for a stop.
Amber was a rowdy girl, no rules applied. She fucked, she talked trash, she drank and she fought. Man, did she fight. There wasn't a woman in the country who she wouldn't fight and it was a cold day in hell that she lost a fight. She was 36 years old and probably had a record of 80 wins and only four or five losses, all of those back when she was in high school.
Desiree "Desi" screamed so loud Pete was sure the people outside the cab heard her as he fucked her hard. Desi and Pete had been together for 14 years, since she was 20 and while they had never actually gotten married, they were common law by this point. Desi was a firecracker. She had first caught Pete's eye at a roadhouse outside of Topeka, Kansas where she got into a fight with a girl who was at least 4 or 5 years older than she was. The two went at it and Desi kicked the shit out of her, only to get jumped by her best friend, who was about 50 lbs heavier than Desi and real mean. Desi held her own in that fight too, even though she ended up losing. Since they first got together, Desi had been in her share of scraps. She was also a bit wild sexually, being bisexual and very "open minded". Pete unloaded his cock in her ass and then went down on her to finish the job. As they dressed and climbed out of the truck, Amber and Carl blew past them in their rig and got a little too close. Pete and Desi shot glances at the driver and saw that he also had a woman in his cab. They walked towards the restaurant at the truck stop and watched as the driver and his woman got out of the truck and walked towards the restaurant themselves. Desi could see that the woman was arrogant and physically very similar to her.
As the other couple came closer, Desi decided to mouth off. "Hey, man. You got a little too close to me and my Pete here."
Carl and Amber looked at each other. Carl went to speak but Amber piped up first. "Wasn't intentional."
"Well, maybe your man should acknowledge he could have been a little slower in the lot."
"I said, it wasn't intentional."
"That's why their called 'accidents'" Desi snorted, as she stopped walking.
"Yep, that is. Now why don't you turn back around and keep walking with your man, or at least stop jawing at us, so we can go in and take a break and eat some dinner."
Desi was getting a little hot. She didn't turn back around. "Really?" she said, hands on hips now.
"What?" asked Amber.
"You can't simply acknowledge your mistake? That's pretty fucked up."
Amber started to get a litte feisty. "The only thing that is about to be fucked up around here is not Carl's driving."
Desi raised her eyebrows. "Oh, that is NOT the way this is going to go."
Pete corralled Desi and Carl took the hint and got in front of Amber. "C'mon hon, we're tired and smelly and sweaty, let's go in, have some dinner and then take a shower and get some rest..." Pete suggested.
"Let's let this go, Amber, eat and shower and get some rest."
The two couples separated and went to the restaurant.
During dinner, Amber said to Carl: "That bitch is lucky she didn't start in with me, I would have fucked her up royally."
Carl chuckled, "Yep, you would have wrecked her."
As Pete and Desi ate dinner, Pete said, "That woman is lucky that you guys didn't throw down. You would have trashed her."
Desi nodded as she chewed. "Damn fucking straight. I'm the queen of the fucking truck stop."
Pete laughed and got up to get dessert from the buffet. He didn't see Carl walking over from the other side of the dining room. As the two men approached one another they nodded quietly. As they collected their dessert, they stood across from one another. Carl spoke first. "You got a feisty one there."
Pete chuckled, "Yes, seems like you do too."
Carl smiled and nodded. He went on, "Lucky that I didn't let her at your girl. She's a hellcat, would have torn her up good."
"You'd be surprised. Desi likes to think of herself as the Queen of the Truck Stops..."
Carl laughed, "Well, Amber doesn't have a name for it, but she can really rip up a tough girl."
"I expect it would be one hell of a fight."
"I suppose so." replied Carl.
They went back to their respective tables.
Dessert went uneventfully and the two couples went to their trucks and then all four went to the showers, waiting for their numbers to be called.
The men both ended up going towards the bathroom at the same time. Pete looked at Carl just as a woman flung open the door to the women's showers and exclaimed, "Jeez it's insane in there! Two psychos naked on the floor trying to kill each other!"
Pete and Carl pushed past and in a panic, ran into the women's showers. On the floor of the common area, Desi and Amber were naked and rolling around the floor with their hands in each other's hands. Amber's back was scratched and bleeding and Desi's nose was bleeding. Pete and Carl dragged the two naked hellcats apart as they thrashed wildly. Amber's left tit and a trail of scratches across it too.
Both women were huffing heavily. They struggled and began yelling at each other. Carl and Pete wrapped them in towels and dragged them out.
The women could not be calmed down. Carl and Pete dragged them out the back door. The rear lot of the truck stop had an old picnic shelter and the two men finally said "Shut the fuck up!" to the two women. It caused them both to slow down.
"Are we done?" Pete asked.
"NO!" screeched Desi.
"Amber, cut the shit!" yelled Carl.
"I'm gonna kill this bitch, the one who thinks she's Queen of the Truck Stop!" squawked Amber.
The trades went back and forth between the two men and their women. The women turned towards each other.
"I'll rip your tits off, you cow!" screamed Desi.
"I'm gonna kick your cxnt in, you dumb bitch!" screamed Amber.
"Fuck you!"
"Eat me."
Both at the same time: "Let us go!!'
Pete and Carl shrugged. Then they let the women go. The two women sprinted to the shelter as their towels fell to the cement. They made it to the grass under the shelter and dove at each other.
Pete and Carl sauntered over to the shelter--they were both used to this type of behavior from their women.
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