I should start by saying that when this occurred, my first wife was in her 20’s and sexy as hell. In the days when ‘hitching a lift’ was common, my wife & I were driving home when we saw a man in his thirties thumbing a lift. Pulling over, we offered him a ride. He climbed into the back, I drove on and my wife and he were soon chatting away. So far, quite normal. I was so unbelievably horny at the though of watching her being fucked, I placed my hand on her leg and asked if it was OK if I ‘stopped for a piss’. Placing her hand over mine and giving it a squeeze, she told me to find a place to park. I explained to our passenger what I was doing and he seemed happy enough. With the car stopped, I got out, had a piss and got back in. Instead of driving, my wife and I turned to face one another and I began kiss and slowly undo her blouse. I had unbuttoned and was beginning to remove her blouse when he ‘flipped’. In fact, he was screaming hysterically. “What were doing? Why was I undressing my wife? He shouted that he was saving himself for the time he met the ‘right’ girl and got married (he was definitely in his thirties!!), He demanded we stop what we were doing and drive” The drive to the nearest well lit place where he could hitch another lift was surreal and boy were we glad when he got out. Never gave anyone a ride from that day to this.