My husband and I have a great marriage.

He’s my everything, and I’m happy to play the doting wife. I don’t regret any of the sacrifices I’ve made. But a few months ago when he told me he had to go away for a week for work, I realized I didn’t have any life outside of my marriage. That’s when I reached out to Tracy, the wife of my husband’s business partner. She suggested we go to the rodeo while the guys were away.

Tracy picked me up at 9 a.m. on the dot. She’s a sexy redhead with wispy curls and full lips. I’m a petite blonde, and that day I wore a white T-shirt and tight denim shorts, so together we evoked a little Thelma and Louise sex appeal. I was basking in my temporary independence and was feeling kinda randy. The car ride was well underway when Tracy plunged her hand into her purse. She pulled out a flask and exclaimed, “All right, let’s get this party started!”

Tracy was carefree and a little dangerous. We passed the tequila-filled flask back and forth as we traveled down the endless highway. Each swig we took made us laugh deeper and made our bodies feel warmer and lighter. By the time we got to the rodeo, any nerves I’d harbored had melted away from the hot sun and the booze, and I couldn’t help but get a little wet in my panties when I spotted all the sexy cowboys.

We found ourselves some seats right up front for the bull-riding and poured tequila into our Dixie cups of icy lemonade. Watching those men grip the back of a bull with their rock-hard thighs turned me on in a really primal way. There was no question about the strong, able bodies hidden beneath their shirts. Their fine physiques were evident in the way they twisted and turned on top of those beasts. It made me hungry for some cowboy cock.

As the midday sun helped produce little trickles of sweat that ran down my back, my conversation with Tracy began to get heated.

“I have a confession to make!” She leaned closer to me to say, “I’ve got a little secret. I’m a web-cam girl! I just started.” As my eyes grew wide, a wicked grin appeared on her face, and she continued. “I do it when my husband’s out of the house. I do it for myself. It makes me feel sexy, and I think it helps my marriage, too. In a way, I’m really doing it for my man.”

Her statement struck me. I was raised to see things as black and white. But as I stared at that beautifully blue summer sky and sipped bright yellow lemonade, I began to see that there are more colors in the world. Tracy looked at me like it was my turn to offer up a secret. I took a swig of my drink before admitting, “I’ve never been with anyone but my husband.” As I made my confession, I stared down into my cup, noticing all the ice in it had melted. I heard her let out a little gasp of surprise, then she began rubbing my back.

“Oh honey, there’s no need to be embarrassed! You’re young and gorgeous, and even though you love your man, you don’t have to hide yourself away! There’s no harm in a little exploration — especially if you’re doing it for the good of your marriage.”

I don’t know if it was just the sun and the drinks or the primal scent of man that was lingering around that macho rodeo, but her words hit me deep. My eyes moved from my melted lemonade to my wedding ring and then up to rodeo ring. Was my entire life to be one big circle? Tracy’s comforting words faded into the background as I watched a cowboy in a black button-down shirt get tossed off a bull. The sandy-haired man had a presence like Zeus as he threw down his fist, pounding the dirt below him. He was so raw and real and alive.

“You know what?!” I exclaimed as I snapped out of my reverie. “You’re right! I need a little excitement in my life. I think I’ll start today!” I jumped out of my seat, slid off my wedding ring and placed it in her palm. Her jaw dropped as I took off, heading down the row to the exit.

I didn’t know where I was going or what I was going to do, but it felt like destiny was lassoing me in, bringing me closer and closer to my truth. I was walking around in a dream state when I accidentally bumped into a shoulder. I looked up to see it belonged to the handsome cowboy with the black shirt and sandy hair.

“You should watch where you’re going! You might get run over by a bull!” he joked before taking a swig of his beer. I thought about how I wanted to be that beer bottle. I wanted his mouth on me. He was wearing a black cowboy hat and tipped it to me as he looked into my eyes. He had charm for days.

My body started to feel hot and tingly, and then I heard some words come out of my mouth: “Maybe that’s what I need. To be ridden hard.”

I could hardly believe myself, but making that admission felt right.

He and I stood there for a moment, our eyes tracing one another’s bodies. Ferocious desire raced through me, from my toes to the top of my head. Then I said, “If you wanted to ride me, I promise I won’t buck you off.”

“His powerful thrusts unleashed my inner animal. I began riding him wildly.”

He straightened his back and adjusted his large belt buckle; my eyes shot to it like it was a target.

“I mean it,” I continued. “You just let me know if you’re game.” I tried to give him my best come-hither smile and began to walk past him. I was trying to leave him stunned, but as I took a single step away, he grabbed my right arm and pulled me close. His grip felt powerful and dangerous, like nothing I’d ever known.

“All right then, little lady. I’m game.” His hand started gently stroking my arm. I instantly felt my clit tingle and swell as it rubbed against the seam of my shorts. “Follow me.”

I felt like my entire body was on fire. I gave him a nod and a little grin. He took my hand and led me to a dark, secluded area below the stadium bleachers. The roar of the crowd and the heavy stomping of the bulls surrounded us. I tasted his salty sweat in my mouth as our lips touched, and I ran my fingers through his damp hair. My breasts were pressed up against his solid frame. He squeezed my ass as we kissed, and then he gave my butt a hard slap. I let out a giddy yip.

The cowboy pulled back and undid the button on my shorts before quietly encouraging me to strip. I unzipped my denim cutoffs and shimmied the shorts down my legs. Then standing there in my pink, lacy panties and white T-shirt, I unfastened his belt buckle and ripped open his jeans. I heard each button on his fly open with a pop. He pulled his boxers down, letting his enormous rod spring forth like it was reaching out for me. I hungrily tore off my panties and lunged toward him, throwing him onto his back atop the dark soil of the rodeo grounds.

His hands reached for me, encouraging me to climb on top of him. But I reared back and turned around, so I could mount him with my ass pointing toward his face. I put one hand on his bent knee, and using my other hand, I gently guided his dick to my wet cunt. I held his erection still for a moment — not letting him penetrate me — as I slowly made circles with my hips. I could sense the frustration in him as I teased him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me down so I fully sank onto him. He’d yanked me so fast my ass cheeks slapped against his lower abdomen. His powerful thrusts unleashed my inner animal. I began riding him wildly, but as my pussy grew more wet, my lunges and bounces grew even more intense. I bucked atop his thick cock, and I felt crazy with lust. It was like the crowd above us wasn’t cheering for the cowboy in the ring; they were cheering for me, the naughty cowgirl. I tore off my shirt and felt him unclasp my bra. Riding him made my tits bounce wildly, no doubt creating an indecently alluring picture.

“Come on, baby, you can do it.” His words of encouragement were accompanied by both of his hands assertively gripping my ass cheeks. While I fucked his cock, his thumbs gently parted my butt cheeks and he began dipping one of those digits in and out of my asshole. As my thighs began to grow weak from my exertion, he took my hips in both hands and began lifting me up and ramming me down on his pole.

His strength and conviction were really something. It made me realize we were worlds apart, but in that moment, we both were working toward the same thing. To make one another come with the sensuality of animals that knew no shame.

At his request, I spun around, once again mounting his dick so that we faced each other. But before long, he moved me onto my back on the ground to fuck me missionary-style.

I could tell this was going to be the cowboy’s final ride. He plunged deep inside me, and I let out a groan of joy. I was coming, but he still had some fight left in him. My hands ran up and down his muscular arms as I moaned in pleasure. One last howl escaped from his mouth as he dove inside me with a final plunge and then he pulled out, spurting come all over my chest. I heard the roar of the crowd. It seemed as if they were cheering us on to our hard-earned victory.

After that experience, I was able to resume my life — but with more passion and intensity. When my husband returned, I wasn’t his sweet little bride anymore; I was his rodeo queen.