Copyright 1998, 2000
I'm Wilfred Warren and this is my story.
At twenty-seven, fresh from MBA school back east and newly married to my childhood sweetheart, I accepted a job with a firm in Fort Worth, Texas - "Cowtown" they call it. I'd never been west of the Appalachians. My employer was a conglomerate owned by a big rancher and businessman named Jefferson McDuff III.
My darling wife, Sheila, was twenty-five. We began dating when she was sixteen. I was the only man she had ever had. About five three, with a fabulous body and high, large breasts, her best feature, I thought, was her wonderful ass, which was hard yet soft, jutting and inviting. Her brown hair was to her shoulders and she had a sweet smile and big brown eyes. Our sex life was good but not great. With some pushing, she'd suck my cock, but she never volunteered for that duty. I'd tried to get her to open up, but to no avail.
I'd been faithful to her during our relationship except when I was out of town. Out of town, I was on my own and I'd scored every time.
Two weeks after I started work, my boss, Ralph, told me Mac, as everyone called Mr. McDuff, was throwing a big barbeque and dance at his ranch. Sheila and I were invited to go.
Ralph, and his wife, Mary Lou, took us shopping for western wear. We bought boots and shirts, hats and belt buckles, the whole shooting match. Sheila decided on a western blouse and skirt, rather than jeans. The skirt was denim and covered the tops of the new boots she wore.
As we shopped, I saw Sheila's eyes were wide with sexual excitement. I remembered the only sexual fantasy she'd mentioned was to be a cowgirl and have the cowboys fuck her until she couldn't walk. I wondered what the party would bring.
I'd heard McDuff was a wild man, particularly with the ladies. In fact, the story was any husband of a woman who fell into his bed was rewarded by faster promotions and additional compensation unless the husband complained.
They told the story of a husband who did complain, attacking McDuff when he found him fucking his beautiful, young wife. McDuff beat the hell of out the cuckold husband, tied him to a fence post, and made him watch as McDuff, most of the ranch hands, and several company executives, fucked the guy's wife to oblivion. The guy lost his job and his wife, who stayed on as McDuff's personal playtoy.
The day of the big party, Sheila was high was anticipation. I kissed her as she stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself.
"You seem excited," I said calmly.
"Oh, Wil, I'm going to a real western dance with real cowboys! Can you imagine! Real cowboys!"
"You aren't thinking of fucking a real cowboy, are you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked wide eyed. I could tell she knew exactly what I meant.
"Are you thinking of committing adultery today with a cowboy?"
"Wil... I love you very much... "
"And I love you. Are you going to fuck somebody else today?"
Her expression became unsure, embarrassed.
"It's just a fantasy. Nothing'll happen. I'm your sweet, loyal, little wife."
"Baby, relax and enjoy. What happens, happens. Remember, I love you no matter what you do."
She looked very quizzical as if she didn't understand. Then, a sexual, demanding look came over her face.
"Are you sure?"
"My God, I love you, Wil. You're more man and more husband than any woman deserves."
"Just remember you said that," I replied, my eyes steely.
"I will. You remember I love you."
We were dressed and ready at three when Ralph and Mary Lou picked us up. As we waited, Sheila was twirling in front of that mirror. She looked like a wet dream.
"What are you doing?" I asked innocently.
"I'm not wearing panties. I was trying to see how hard I have to spin before someone could see my pussy."
As we drove to Mac's ranch in their car, Ralph and Mary Lou were happy and talkative. Soon, all four of us were babbling like old friends.
"I hear McDuff likes to hustle the ladies," I said in a conversational tone. I saw a glance pass between Ralph and Mary Lou. Sheila quivered.
"You heard right," Ralph said with a hearty laugh, turning to his wife. "He really hustles them, doesn't he, Mary Lou?"
She turned a beet red and ducked her face in embarrassment. When she looked at us, sexual desire oozed from her.
"You two need to talk about how to handle things out here," she said.
"Handle what?" I asked.
"Handle it when Mac wants to fuck Sheila."
"We've talked. What happens, happens," Sheila said.
She looked at me questioningly. I squeezed her hand and winked.
"Wil, have you heard the stories about the husbands that challenge Mac?"
"Yes," I answered. "But I don't believe them."
"Believe them. They're true. It's happened three times. Each time Mac took the guy's wife. Mac kept one. Her name's Sue Ann and you'll meet her tonight. One decided to turn pro and is the biggest madame in Fort Worth. And the third was given by McDuff to a young man as a bonus for pulling off a big deal."
"When do we meet her?" Sheila asked.
"You already have," Ralph said as he looked at his wife. Again, Mary Lou blushed, but it was followed by a slutty grin that made my cock stiffen.
I pulled Sheila to me and kissed her hard, slipping my hand up to her pussy. Her legs flew open. Her pussy was dripping. It was then I noticed she had shaved her bush. Yes, tonight would be interesting.
You might ask why a man would actually encourage his wife to fuck around. First, there was no way in hell I could stop her. Her mind was made up. Anyway, I wanted her to be wilder, more sexually open. This was a good way to do it. And it could help me in my career. Last, it would give me some opportunities to play around. All in all it seemed like a good deal. By the time, the night was over I would realize what a good deal it really was.
When we arrived at the ranch, probably fifty to sixty cars were parked in a field. We walked toward the sound of a country band and the smell of barbeque. Ralph and I left the woman talking to another couple as he led me toward a group.
"Howdy, Ralph, glad y'all could come. You must be Wil," he said, sticking out his hand.
It was Mac McDuff and his handshake was commanding and dominant. Picture the Marlboro Man but bigger (six four, two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle), stronger, more handsome and more rugged with cold gray eyes that could twinkle when he wanted them to. And the Marlboro Man was a pretty boy model. Mac had made a billion dollars starting as a high school drop out when he was fourteen. He was brilliant and ruthless.
I was glad I'd paved the way for him and my wife. I could tell he was exactly her type.
"Wil, Ralph here tells me you know I'm going to fuck your wife and share her with some of the boys. Are you okay with it?" Brutally blunt as I expected.
"Yes, Mr. McDuff," I replied.
His eyes softened. "You'll go far, Wil. Do you want to watch when I take her or let her tell you about it later?"
"I'd like to watch," I said.
"Done deal. Now, you boys have a drink and enjoy the party. And Wil, call me Mac. All my close friends do."
When Mac turned back to his group, we rejoined our wives.
"Where were you?" Sheila whispered to me.
"Talking to Mac."
She said nothing but her expression said volumes. I kissed her.
"I gave my blessings to him fucking you."
She shivered and her legs got weak. I think she orgasmed just from thinking about it. The next hour or so, we visited, just like any other party. The crowd was key people from the company I worked for, important clients, key personnel from the ranch or one of Mac's other companies and other friends of his. Sheila had three drinks, which was a lot for her. Then Ralph pulled me aside.
"Mac's ready for your wife. Do you want a woman while he does?"
"That would be nice," I said, my blood pressure soaring.
"You can have Sue Ann, Molly over there, or Mary Lou. I suggest Sue Ann. Molly's drunk and you can have Mary Lou any time. Just ask me."
I told him Sue Ann.
"Sue Ann, it is. Remember, she's use to a dominant male."
Ralph returned in just a minute with an adorable little blonde about five feet tall with an hourglass figure and huge tits. She had blonde hair to her waist pulled back in the longest ponytail, big dimples, a pert nose and pouty lips.
"Hi, cowboy," she giggled.
I pulled her to me, kissed her hard with my hand on her ass. I felt her give in my arms, surrendering, as I cupped her delicious breast.
"Wow! If you fuck like you kiss, I'm gonna' to have a fun time," she said.
I looked over Sue Ann's shoulder to see Sheila staring at me with a funny little smile. She knew her fun was about to begin. I motioned to her to come over and introduced her to Sue Ann.
"I'll be fucking Sue Ann while Mac's fucking you," I said in a conversational tone.
"Wil, I didn't expect you to... well, be having someone else, but, Wil... I... "
Sue Ann gave a little laugh. "Honey, no cowboy... no real cowboy... is going to let another cowboy fuck his heifer without some kind of comeback." The girls started talking, not noticing as Mac walked over to us.
When Sheila looked up at Mac, her eyes glazed over like a deer in headlights. Sweat broke out on her chin. Nobody said a word. We were mesmerized by the sexual dance taking place between Mac and my wife as he stared at her for probably a minute or two. I could hear the crowd becoming silent behind us at they became aware of what was happening.
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