I am a 35-year-old, happily married businesswoman. I am five feet five, with short blonde hair, green eyes and a figure that has been described as voluptuous.

I am happy to say that my breasts are still high and firm, my waist fairly slender and my legs curvy enough to draw attention.

My husband Ian and I decided to celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary by spending a weekend at a small resort in the mountains, a kind of working cattle ranch that caters to guest and tourists. We had been there several times before, and we always enjoyed the rustic atmosphere and hiking the mountain trails.

On the first day of our stay we were up early, eager to begin exploring some of the trails we remembered. One of our favorites was a little-used trail that went all the way up the mountain. Most of the guests generally preferred riding the horse trails, and those that did hike seldom went very far up the mountain. But Ian and I found the view from the summit nothing short of spectacular, so after breakfast we packed up some food for our lunch and started off.

By noon we were taking in that fabulous view as we stopped to rest just a short distance from the top. It looked like a perfect place to enjoy our lunch, so we sat down and opened our backpacks for business.

After lunch we lay back and allowed our lunch to settle. I had nearly dozed off when suddenly my horny husband rolled over, pinning me to the ground. Giving me a passionate kiss, he then whispered, “I’m going to eat your pussy until you beg me to fuck you.”

Well, I didn’t have any objection to having him eat me out under the big blue sky, and God knows I’m always ready to fuck. And I do love my husband, in spite of the fact that I am not exactly a faithful wife, and quite often have extramarital sex. But I fuck other men only for physical pleasure, and never keep my affairs secret from my husband. Some people may think we have a kinky relationship, but part of what keeps our marriage so strong is that it actually turns Ian on to have a slut for a wife. He not only encourages me, but even occasionally suggests particular men who I might enjoy sleeping with. He also loves fucking me after I have done so, even when my pussy is still full of someone else’s semen. And maybe especially then.

Ian now proceeded to do what he’d promised, slowly stripping me naked and kissing each part of me as he uncovered it. Once he had me nude, I watched as he stood up and undressed himself, feeling flashes of desire shoot through my loins when he revealed his lovely erection, in spite of the fact that that erect penis had pleasured my body thousands of times in the past. I felt the cool mountain breeze on my pussy, and realized I was soaking wet already.

When Ian was naked he got down on top of me and we embraced, kissing deeply for several minutes before he began to slide his mouth slowly downward. He paused at my full, pink-nippled breasts, nearly smothering himself in the cleavage between them before commencing to kiss and suckle them like a nursing child. I heard myself moaning as he nibbled at my nipples until they stood up like miniature cocks.

Then he was moving down again, kissing and licking his way over my flat stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel, continuing his slow southward journey, until finally his nose was brushing through my curly bush as his tongue attempted to probe between my legs, which I’d kept teasingly closed up to this point. He managed to get at my hooded clit, however, his tongue tapping at it like a hot, wet finger. He knew I couldn’t take much of that, and soon my legs parted in willing surrender, giving him easy access to the hot slick gash of my cunt.

I love having my pussy eaten, and no man has ever mastered the art of eating me out as well as my husband has. Words cannot do justice to the things that man did to my pussy with his mouth and tongue over the next 20 minutes. Three intense orgasms hit me like speeding trains one after the other, making me howl until the mountain flung back the echo of my cries, my hot juices gushing into Ian’s face each time, until I simply couldn’t take anymore and pulled at his hair, begging him to stick his lovely dick inside me instead.

He moved up to mount me then, his rampant cock finding my opening with the ease of long experience. His seven throbbing inches sank all the way into me with a single stroke, filling my pussy so beautifully that I wanted to keep it right there forever.

When Ian didn’t start thrusting right away, I knew he wanted me to talk dirty to him. One of his favorite things while fucking me is to have me tell him about one of my sexual adventures. Sometimes I can even get him off just by describing what I did with some stranger, while he holds his cock dead still inside my cunt.

So now I started telling him about the three nights I had spent with a black man with a really big dick, who I’d met on a business trip two weeks before. I could feel Ian’s cock swell as I recounted how I had fucked and sucked him, and then it was jerking and throbbing as a monster orgasm racked his body, flooding my box with his hot semen.

After that we lay still for several moments, but I knew there was more to come, as once is never enough for Ian when I tell him about one of my steamy encounters. So I continued my story, elaborating on the details and even exaggerating a bit to enhance his stimulation. Sure enough, I soon felt him getting hard again, and he began thrusting strongly in and out of my cunt, until we both came more explosively than ever.

After resting some more we resumed our hike, and got back to our cabin late that afternoon. We showered, changed our clothes and went out to the lodge for dinner. We had a great meal, and afterwards we went into the lounge, where most of the guests gathered each night, along with the ranch personnel, to sing, dance and socialize.

At one point Ian went to the bar to get us some refills, and when he got back to our table he was grinning from ear to ear. “You’re not going to believe what I just heard!” he said to me as he sat down.

He then informed me that he had overheard one of the ranch cowhands telling another one that he had been riding over the mountain that afternoon, and just below the summit he’d spotted a couple having sex. He said he’d watched with his binoculars as the guy ate the woman out, and then fucked the shit out of her. The cowhand had then pointed me out to his friend, saying that I was the woman he had seen. “Oh, man,” he had said. “I’d give my left nut for a piece of that! I’m not kidding, man, she has a really hot body and perfect tits, and she fucked like a wildcat! I’d love to stick my dick into that.”

I knew what was coming, and I was not surprised when Ian said, “Hey look, honey, why don’t I disappear so you can cozy up to that poor guy and give him the time of his life. Then you can tell me all about it.”

I asked him which cowhand he was talking about, and he pointed out a good-looking dark-haired guy not much more than 20 years old, sitting at the bar. He was wearing tight blue jeans, which bulged promisingly in front.

“Well,” I said to Ian, “I wouldn’t mind fucking him, but I doubt he’d be interested in a woman at least 10 years older than he is.”

Ian laughed at that, saying, “Come on, baby, don’t kid a kidder. When has any man ever turned down a chance to get into your pants? Besides, I told you what he said. If I wasn’t here he’d be on you like flies on honey.”

I smiled at him. “Well,” I said, “I’ll stay and have another drink, and if he makes a move, then we’ll see.”

A few moments later Ian quietly got up and left, saying he’d see me back at the cabin, either soon or much later.

Well, Ian was right. I had not yet finished my drink when the guy got up and approached my table. “Hi,” he said, grinning at me. “I couldn’t help but notice that your husband left you here, and it doesn’t appear that he plans to return. Could I buy a lonely lady a drink?”

I told him I’d like that, and asked him to sit down. As he did so he told me his name was Kit. I told him my name, and we talked for a few minutes about the ranch before he asked if I’d had a disagreement with my husband. I said yes, but that I would rather not talk about it. He then asked me if I would like to dance.

There was a slow song playing on the jukebox, and Kit held me very close as we danced, making sure I knew that he had a massive hard-on. We sat the next one out, and I mentioned that it was getting quite warm in the bar. He then asked me if I would like to go out on the deck to cool off for a few minutes.

It was very dark out on the deck, and we were alone except for one other couple who were too busy making out like teenagers to pay us any attention. In less than a minute I found myself backed up against a railing with Kit’s hot lips pressed to mine. The kiss started out innocently, but soon his hot tongue was invading my mouth as his hands cupped both my breasts through my thin shirt and lacy bra.

I was breathless when he finally broke the kiss. His cock was still pressing against my mound as he panted, “God, you are such a beautiful woman!”

“That’s very flattering, Kit,” I managed to say. “But I’m also a married woman, and my husband will wonder where I am.” Of course my husband wasn’t wondering at all, but I didn’t want to seem too easy.

Kit didn’t move away. “That may be,” he said, “but your husband doesn’t seem to care about you. He abandoned you half an hour ago and he hasn’t come looking for you. A lady like you deserves to be appreciated. I can show you what you’ve been missing, baby, I promise you that.”

I liked his aggressive confidence, as well as the feeling of his cock throbbing against me. “Okay,” I said then. “Show me.”

When he led me down to the barn I thought, how romantic, is he going to fuck me on a haystack? But once inside he unlocked a door that led to a surprisingly clean room, with a bed and an adjoining bathroom. I excused myself to use the bathroom and returned to find him stripped down to his jockey shorts. I could see the head of his hard cock peeking over the waistband of the shorts.

He was in such a hurry to get down to business that I decided to play with his mind a little more. “Look,” I told him, “I guess I’m pretty naive, but I thought we just came here to fool around a little. I’m sorry, but I can’t have sex with you. See, my husband and I are trying to have a baby, so I have no birth control of any kind, and it’s my most fertile time of the month.”

He looked disappointed for a moment, but then he smiled at me, turning on the charm. “Well, that’s okay,” he told me. “We don’t have to have intercourse to enjoy sex together. I love pleasuring a woman orally, and I bet you’ve had a cock or two in your mouth, right?”

I didn’t bother resisting anymore. Moments later we were locked in a hot 69, with me on top, slurping on seven inches of thick cock that was nearly as big as my husband’s. Kit was pretty good at muff diving, and I must have been doing a pretty good job of sucking on his cock, because he withdrew within a minute, saying, “Hey, easy there. I want this to last awhile.”

He flipped me over and then scooted down to continue eating me out, bringing me to three climaxes in quick succession. That felt wonderful, but it made me crave for a cock in my pussy. “Please,” I moaned. “Please just stick it in me for a minute, but be careful not to come inside me.”

I didn’t have to ask him twice; he moved up and slipped that lovely cock into me so quickly it took my breath away, just as his kiss had. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as tightly as I could, then began contracting my cunt muscles, knowing damn well that I could usually make a man lose control pretty quickly by doing so.

It didn’t take more than 20 seconds before Kit started to groan and attempted to pull back, but I had him locked in place. His cock started to jerk and throb as a powerful torrent of come flooded my vagina.

I let him finish pumping his load into me before saying, “Oh my God, Kit, you came in me! Did it feel like we just made a baby?” I was playing with him again, because the fact is that I can’t have children, but I also can’t resist messing with a man’s head while I’m giving him my body.

Kit told me he was sorry, but that he hadn’t been able to pull out, and there had been no way to hold back his come. His cock had softened some and was starting to slip out of me. I clamped my muscles around it again. “Oh, well,” I said, “It’s too late now, the damage is done. So fuck me, Kit. Give me the screwing my husband said he was too tired to give me tonight. Do his job, Kit, fuck his pussy for him. I’m so horny, I want you to fuck me until you can’t get it up anymore, before I go back to his bed with my pussy full of your sperm.”

Well, that got him hard again pretty quickly, and he proceeded to fuck my brains out for the next several hours, in every position imaginable. I don’t know how many times I came, and it was only when I couldn’t get him hard anymore that I finally left, without bothering to clean myself up.

It was three in the morning when I quietly let myself into our cabin. Ian was dozing in a comfortable chair, but woke up as the door closed behind me. He was up in a second and we embraced, kissing passionately, before I whispered, “Well, you wanted me to let that young man fuck me, honey, and I did. We did it for hours.”

My horny husband whisked me off my feet then and carried me to the bed, where he pushed up my dress and swiftly stripped off my drenched panties. He pushed my knees back then and put his hands on my inner thighs, spreading them as wide as possible to stare at my ravished pussy, still leaking Kit’s come. “Tell me about it, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely. “Tell me everything.”

“Would you like me to clean up first, so I’ll be fresh for you?” I asked teasingly, already knowing the answer.

“No,” Ian panted. “I want my slut wife just the way she is.”

I then began telling him all the details of what I had done with Kit, as he stuck his dick inside my cream-filled pussy and banged the hell out of me until the sun came up.

We slept until noon the next day, and after making love again we went into town to do some shopping. At one point I asked Ian to get lost for a while, so I could get him an anniversary present. He replied that all he wanted for our anniversary was more sloppy leftovers. I told him I could arrange that easily.

After dinner that night Ian again left me sitting alone in the lounge. Sure enough, Kit soon came up to me again, but this time he was with another cowboy named Charlie. Oh well, I thought, it looks like my hubby might be getting a double dose of leftover sperm tonight. And that was how it turned out.

I returned to our cabin with Ian’s gift some time before dawn. He was overjoyed to learn that I had experienced my first threesome, and it turned him on like crazy to hear how I had sucked one of those guys while fucking another, and how Kit had fucked my pussy while Charlie slipped his long thin cock up my tight ass.

That turned out to be our most memorable anniversary yet, although I’m sure there will be many more to come. At least in our case, what makes for a happy marriage is just a little strange cock.