When my husband asked how I would feel about retracing our honeymoon trip through the beautiful Sierra Nevada for our 12th anniversary, I said I loved the idea. So that’s what we did!
We drove back to our old hometown, where we’d booked separate rooms at a motel for the night before—re-creating the night before we actually got married, when each of us was at home with our parents. The next morning I went to a salon where I had an appointment to have my hair and nails done. After that I avoided seeing Rich all day.
When he knocked on my door to escort me to dinner, then begin our hon eymoon trip, I was dressed and ready. I had found an outfit similar to my original going-away ensemble, includ ing lingerie much the same as I’d worn on our wedding night. We had a terrific dinner. Rich made a lovely toast to our future and a great marriage, and we danced together to the jukebox before making the hour drive to the lodge where we had spent our wedding night. We found our room waiting, along with a bot tle of my favorite sparkling wine on ice!
We made another toast. Then Rich surprised me with a handwritten vow to exchange. I read it: “I, Betsy, take you, Rich, to be my beloved husband, to love, honor and cherish, promising to be unfaithful but honest with my husband for as long as we both shall live.”
Then he read the vow he had written for himself: “I, Rich, take you, Betsy, to be my unfaithful wife, to love, honor and cherish for as long as we both shall live.”
We set aside our glasses and embraced. While we kissed passionately, his hands clutched my ass, pulling me tight against his raging erection, just as he did 12 years before! I unzipped his trousers, releasing the cock I love so dearly, then dropped to my knees to lick and kiss it. I worked his pants and shorts down until they bunched at his ankles and he was able to kick them off, having somehow gotten his shoes off already. I looked up to see that he’d also finished stripping—just the way I’d first seen my husband nude!
Oh, we’d had sex for over two years before we got married. But we hadn’t been nude together a single time! For us sex meant Rich baring my breasts and feeling me up until we were both too hot to stop, then me taking my pant ies off one leg while he rolled on a rubber and us having hurried intercourse in the car while he kept an eye out for other cars coming. That made our wedding night very special to us.
All these years later I felt Rich tug on my shoulders and help me to my feet. He unbuttoned my blouse and removed it along with my bra, releasing my 34C tits. He kissed my nipples and fondled my soft mounds while unzipping my skirt and letting it drop to the floor. It gave him quite a start to find that I was wearing a long-legged panty girdle sim ilar to the one my mother had insisted I wear on my wedding night.
My parents were avid church members, and they were sure their little girl went to the alter an innocent virgin. My mother would have fallen over in a dead faint if she had known the truth. Even Rich wasn’t aware of the whole truth. Granted, he had popped my cherry, but I had experimented a little, and I had a bunch of one-night stands as many as five? while we were dating.
Rich knelt at my feet to tug the skintight girdle down and off, taking the gartered hose along with it. I stood before him then in the same type of high-waisted granny panties my mother said all good girls wore. He smiled up at me and said, “You didn’t really have to go this far, honey. I’m going to take these off and don’t ever want to see you in any like them again.” I promised he wouldn’t as he rid me of them and nuzzled his face deep in my pussy.
Still on his knees, he walked me back ward to the bed and sat me on the side of it and gave me some of the best head I’d ever had. His tongue knew my pussy well, and knew just what it takes to bring me to a quick, strong climax. He pushed my knees back to fully expose my slit. As he moved up to mount me, I saw that he was sheathed in a rubber. I reached down and pulled it off, saying, “No rubber tonight, baby. We’re married, and I want it bareback.” The very words I had used on our wedding night!
Rich entered me slowly, allowing me to savor the glorious feeling of his long, thick cock immersing itself in me while we looked in one another’s eyes. My motion was limited by the position he had my legs in, but I exercise my vagi na muscles frequently, so I was able to clasp and release his cock in time with his thrusts until he exploded, just as I reached my peak. I felt the warm wetness of his come spreading through me and seeping out around his still-embed ded cock.
As we cuddled and recovered, I told Rich we should make a new beginning on this trip. I said I wanted to pledge my love and promise to be faithful to him in the future. I had first cheated on my new husband with his best man just weeks after we were married, and Rich knew about it the very next morning. He wasn’t mad, and only demanded that I tell him every detail and give him sloppy seconds.
I’ve had many lovers since, always returning to Rich without cleaning myself up. But I loved only him and the wonderful love we made together. He was all I needed.
He mounted me once again and said, “I don’t want you to be faithful, honey. Remember, you promised just an hour ago to be un-faithful, and that, sweetheart, is what has kept our sex life so intense and strong as the years have gone by.”
This time we fucked hard and fast, with my hips meeting Rich’s every thrust. He slammed into me until we came simultaneously, blending our hot juices again. We slept, and I was awoken in the night as he was climbing on to slip the wood to me again for a pleasant sleepy fuck.
We woke up early and after knocking off a steamy piece of ass ordered room-service breakfast. I remained in bed with just the sheet over my nude body while a young black man wheeled our breakfast into the room. When Rich’s back was to me as he tipped the waiter, I caught the guy’s eye by winking and flashed him my tits and a little glimpse of my bush.
When I told Rich what I’d done, our food was forgotten. He banged the living tar out of me to demonstrate how totally my flirting and unfaithfulness turned him on. We didn’t leave the room until checkout time at 11 to continue our honeymoon trip on up to the high country.
That evening we were back at the guest ranch where we had spent six nights. I was amazed to see that it was just as I remembered it. We had dinner and went early to our cabin, where we shared another night of spousal sex. The next day we just relaxed. While we reminisced about the first time we were there, Rich reminded me about the wrangler I’d been pursued by every night when we went to the bar. He said I should’ve just fucked the poor guy! We had another night of outstanding sex.
The next day, while Rich went into town to play golf, I signed up for an after noon trail ride. That left me time to kill in the morning. I spent a couple of hours at the pool. Being fair-skinned, I have to be careful about getting too much sun, but I enjoyed lying on a lounge in the shade reading a racy romance story. I had on a white two-piece suit that showed off my body and turned a lot of heads while still being respectable.
I’d consumed a couple of margaritas and decided I had time for one more before I had to change and grab some lunch in order to get down to the barn on time. Approaching the poolside bar, I saw two of the ranch’s dude wranglers drinking lemonade, looking as if they’d just come off the trail. They eyed me like two range bulls checking out a heifer in heat. From behind my dark glasses I watched their eyes dart from my bouncing boobs to the camel toe between my legs.
I felt it worked both ways—it was only fair that I check them out too. And I liked what I saw. Both were damn good-looking and had promising bulges in their tight jeans. I acknowledged their greeting as I brushed past them to order a refill. The one nearest asked if I would allow him to buy my drink. “Okay,” I said, “but we mustn’t tell my husband, because we’re on our honeymoon.” That was to let them know I was a married woman, since I’d left my rings in the cabin. They introduced themselves as Grant and Hoss. I introduced myself and said I was going on a trail ride while my husband played golf.
Hoss said, “Grant and I will be happy to have someone as pretty as you in our afternoon group. I must say I really like your riding gear” —all the while blatantly looking me up and down. Grant clarified this, explaining that they were responsible for seeing that everyone going on the rides had a safe and enjoyable time. I thought, if this trip wasn’t so special and meaningful to Rich, it would be real easy to let these cowboys rope me and then ride me to their hearts’ content. I finished my drink and declined another. Then, ever the flirt, I said, “I have to stop and get my boots and spurs, then eat lunch, so I won’t be late to the barn.”
After enjoying a quite decent chef’s salad for lunch, I made my way to the barn looking like anything but a cowgirl. I had chosen to wear a white long-sleeved button-up blouse and skintight jeans that I struggled to button and zip, plus a big floppy hat for shade. My “boots” were tennis shoes.
The ride was fun and the scenery simply breathtaking along a winding trail that took us to a lookout and rest area on top of a mountain. There was an old-style outhouse, which I was sure glad to see. It was very clean and surprisingly clean-smelling. Somehow I managed to get my shirttail caught in my zipper when it was only about a quarter closed. I was unable to move it up or down. I came out of the outhouse holding my hat in front of me.
Spotting Grant over by a tree on the edge of the forest smoking a cigarette, I made my way over and said I had an embarrassing problem and needed a little help. I told him what it was, and he said to follow him in a minute if nobody was looking then he stepped into the trees. I found him waiting just out of sight. As I said I felt like an idiot, he dropped to his knees to inspect my zip per. He reached in my fly with one hand—much farther than I thought was necessary!—while with the other hand he tugged on the tab.
My panty crotch was already damp from Rich’s morning semen deposit, but Grant’s fingers brushing against my rapidly swelling clitoris caused it to very quickly become just plain wet. He was able to get the zipper down, freeing my blouse, but he kept his hand inside my pants. While he stood and embraced me, he slipped his hand farther down my pants and really felt me up for a few minutes, until he got a long finger under my panties and penetrated me!
Just then we heard Hoss holler for everyone to mount up. I panicked, knowing that we’d been caught, and I pushed Grant back. He told me to go back to the group while he circled around and came in from the other side. Nobody seemed to notice me coming back to the group, or him showing up a few minutes later.
The two wranglers worked together helping us mount our horses, and Grant managed to get another feel of my jean-covered cunt while he boosted me up. As we rode down the steep trail, the raised front of the saddle seat rubbed my aroused clit almost contin uously. It was just enough stimulation to keep my pussy smoking, but not enough to give me the orgasm I wanted so desperately.
Thank God, when we got back to the barn, Rich was waiting. He helped me down, and I kissed him and said I wanted to go to our cabin immediately. He thought I needed to pee, and was pleasantly surprised when, as soon as we were inside, I attacked him by going down on him. When he was fully erect, I threw myself on the bed and, while I struggled to get my jeans off, begged him to fuck me.
He pounded my pussy hard and fast until we exploded together, giving me the relief I sought, and he collapsed on top of me. He asked what had brought that on, so I told him everything that had happened, including how hot Grant had gotten me. I had tears running all down my cheeks, so he asked me what the tears were all about. I told him I felt like a whore for letting another man feel me up during our special time together.
Rich had become hard again, and as he slowly churned the fresh cream in my pussy, he said, “You know that your fooling around a little hasn’t ever hurt our relationship in any way, but instead always draws us together. And you have to admit that we always have our hottest and most incredible sex at those times. So if you’d like to have a little fun with your cowboys, you have my permission.”
We fucked intensely for the next ten minutes. At the end we shared another blissful orgasm.
We showered, and then Rich picked out my clothes for the evening and watched me dress. He picked a lacy yellow half-cup nipple-teasing bra that left the nipples totally exposed, with matching panties that were nearly transparent and struggled to contain my pubic hair. I wasn’t surprised when he handed me a little yellow low-cut sundress that revealed a good deal of cleavage as well as my nipples if I leaned forward or if someone was standing close to me.
I knew what his answer would be, but I asked if I could wear a pair of pantyhose. “No hose,” he said, and handed me my white sandals.
After dinner we joined the night crowd in the bar, where there’s dancing and partying every night. We got a table in the corner which was somewhat private and ordered drinks. Soon we were dancing. When I saw Grant and Hoss walk in about an hour later, I pointed them out to Rich. A bit later when I returned from the ladies’ room, I wasn’t prepared to find the wranglers sitting at our table with my husband!
They had shifted the seats carefully to end up with them sitting on either side of me at the small half-circle table with my husband in a chair on the outside across from me. Rich said he had bought the guys a drink to thank them for taking care of me on the ride and invited them to sit with us. I was soon dancing with all three of them in turn, and they all took advantage of the view down my bodice.
The music was all slow romantic country, which was made for close contact, and soon Grant and Hoss were pressing erections against me while we danced. Rich’s cock became rock-hard when I told him about this. He wanted to leave me there with them and go back to our cabin alone, but I said no way, that if he left, I left, but that I would let them feel me up a little if he wanted to stay a little longer.
I allowed both Grant and Hoss to feel me up and even finger-fuck me while my husband sat just across the table pretending not to notice. My hands were hardly idle. I explored both of their crotches and found that Grant was packing a regular six-shooter while his buddy Hoss was armed with a long-barrel—close to nine inches in his pants. To be truthful, it was Hoss’s cock that intrigued me, because face it, ladies and gentlemen, if a heifer is going to jump over the fence, she might as well get bred by the prize bull.
After flirting shamelessly with Hoss, I went home to bed with Rich that night, and the following nights as well—until Friday, when Grant bowed out early, saying he wasn’t feeling well and asking Hoss to see me to the cabin later. As soon as we were alone, Hoss was like a fox in the henhouse. I told him to back off or we would be headline news at breakfast the next morning. While we danced to a couple of songs, I suggested that we meet in town the next day, since it was his day off and our last full day at the ranch. He said to meet him at an easy-to-find bar at ten, then saw me back to my table and bade me good night.
I spotted the couple who were in the cabin next to ours and asked them if I could walk up with them when they were ready to go. They were sweet, asking me to join them. After we closed the bar, they saw me safely to my door. Rich was waiting for me with a hard-on, expecting some sloppy seconds. He was disappointed, but became very excited when I told him I was meeting Hoss the next day.
In the morning, I covered with my tablemates for my impending absence by announcing that I was going to visit an old high school girlfriend in town and couldn’t talk my husband into coming. Back in the cabin, Rich watched me prepare for my little adventure. I chose a lacy bra and white cotton bikini panties, with jeans and a modest top. I thanked Rich for understanding my un controllable urges, then kissed him and said I’d see him about lunchtime.
He said, “If you’re having a good time, just call the lodge and leave a message for me saying you’re having dinner with Josie and will try to be back by midnight.”
When I arrived at the bar shortly after ten, Hoss was waiting. He greeted me with a hug and a kiss that lingered longer than it should have, attracting the attention of the others in the bar. While we had a beer, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. When we were ready to leave, he bought a case of beer and a bag of ice. The nine other people in the place knew damn well we were on our way someplace to fuck.
I followed him to a nearby motel and waited while he registered. Then I held the door while he carried the cooler in side. As soon as the door closed we embraced, with him cupping my ass cheeks to pull me tight against his hard cock. We both knew we were only meet ing for the purpose of joining our loins in lust, so there wasn’t any reason to hold back. I loved his hurried fumbling as he unbuttoned my top and slipped it off so he could undo my bra clasp and finally get a look at my tits.
He stood there fondling them for several minutes while kissing me as passionately as any man ever had. He stepped back, still cupping a breast in each hand, and said, “I can hardly believe it, but these are real natural breasts. Grant and I have been talking about them all week. We were sure they were surgically enhanced. They’re kind of large for such a small woman.”
I responded by helping him out of his shirt and mashing those breasts against his bare chest. I felt wet heat in the crotch of my jeans as he fumbled with the button and zipper while walking me backwards to the bed. He threw the covers off before lowering me onto it, then tugged my tight jeans down and off. I lay quietly watching him drop his pants and shorts, exposing his erection, which was standing tall and proud, and really big.
I looked him in the eyes as I raised my hips and pushed my panties down and kicked them off, then raised and spread my knees to reveal my honeymoon pussy. His eyes were glued to my pink cunt as I flexed my vaginal muscles to wiggle the lips, as if to say, “Would you like a little of this, Hoss?”
He climbed on and slowly inserted his cock until his balls bumped my ass. We rutted for about two minutes and came just seconds apart. He maintained enough of an erection to remain inside me and continue fucking me at a much slower pace while whispering, “Thank you! Oh God, thank you! That was fucking unbelievable!”
It was nearly half past 11 that night when I made it back to the cabin, where my husband was waiting for me. He undressed me and carried me to the bed to inspect my unfaithful pussy. As he mounted and entered me, slipping in effortlessly, I said, “He’s had his cock in me all day, honey. I don’t have any idea how many times he came.” Rich was unable to hold back and soon launched a load in me which wouldn’t be his last before we slept.
In the morning Rich woke me with a kiss and a cup of coffee, then told me we were going to have a wonderful mar riage and he loved his cheating wife. I said I loved him too.
We loaded up and moved on—with a week still to go on our honeymoon, which was enough time to seek out another adventure, with the white-water rafting guide, before we returned home with wonderful memories, more in love than ever.—B.R., Phoenix, Arizona