My wife and I moved on our small farm, or ranch as I like to call it shortly after we married. We had married in Kansas City in the spring of the year. We spent the next six years on our small ranch in the middle of Kansas with nearly every bad thing that could happen to us to make our venture not pay off.
Two of the driest years ever prevented every thing from growing. With barely enough feed to keep our horses alive and not enough to raise cattle on. We tried to start over twice, but it seemed every thing was just not about to work. We even failed to have children. Jessica got pregnant three times and lost all three of our children in the first three months.
To make matters worse she failed to continue to cycle after the loss of the third baby. That changed her in ways I can not explain. Jess some how felt she was less a woman after this. Nothing made this in any way to be true. If anything Jessica was even more beautiful in every way. My wife had beautiful long blonde hair, which she cut nearly as short as she could.
This did nothing to detract from her beauty but she felt less attractive. Her figure was beautiful from the first time I had seen her, but it filled out some after her third miscarriage. She put on a few pounds all over. Even her breast filled out a couple of sizes. Her lust for sex didn't dim, but she still felt she was less of a woman. As our fifth year on our small ranch came to an end I knew we were going to be forced to try some thing new and regroup to start over.
There was only one other thing I am good at. I am very good with guns. Most all guns and I have been blessed with great hand eye speed. I was a small town Marshal a few years ago. They were having a feud in the edge of New Mexico and some of the Big ranchers were hiring gun men to fight in a range war. They were paying big bucks for gun men.
If I road off to hire my gun out, what could I do with my wife to keep her safe? We talked about it in depth. And we saddled up and rode over the 12 miles to the trading Post. Ben Marsh runs the post by himself. Ben had an Indian girl who lived with him and worked as his girl in the store. She took care of his customers who needed company of the female type and were willing to pay for that pleasure. Ben had gotten drunk with some buffalo hunters and he traded his girl to them for what he couldn't remember. She had been gone more than 3 years now.
We dismounted and walked into the store. Ben stood behind the counter. I bought a few supplies as Ben kept eyeing Jessica. She was wearing a home spun dress she'd made herself. I knew why he couldn't keep his eyes off her. The dress was very short, up to near mid-thighs and her full round breasts looked as nearly good with in the dress as out of it. Her big nipples poking out in front. I finally began to address what we had come for.
"Ben I am thinking of riding down into New Mexico to get work for a few months. I don't want Jessica to stay alone out here on the ranch. We was wondering if you could use help here in the Post for a few months? Maybe just work for room and board to stay here?"
Ben is a big man. Well over 6' tall and maybe 300 pounds. And long handle bar, stained at the corner from chew. His overalls always with only one strap hooked and never wore a shirt so his red chest hairs were always showing. Ben was at that age that was very hard to say what it is, maybe between 50 and 60?
Ben began to grin and eased back just a step.
"Jason to speak honest with you and not to offend, but I really don't need the help here. There are weeks no one comes by. What I do need is a replacement for my Indian girl. Now if your Jessica was willing to warm my bed for me and pleasure a few customers like Indian girl did I could shore see keeping her here for you. I would guess she would not be willing to do that kind of deal with me though?"
Before I could form an answer back to him, Jess answered him.
"We might work out that kind of deal with you Ben if you promise not to get drunk and trade me off to buffalo hunters like you did with her?"
"Well little lady if you'd pull that fine dress off over your head for me so I can see if you are really willing to keep my bed warm and when I mount you just to be sure Jase here don't try to cut my nuts out while we get acquainted real good?"
Now I had seen old Ben mount Indian girl several times there in the store with customers watching him do her to get them to pleasure her too at their cost. With no hesitation what so ever my wife reached down and pulled her dress up and off over her head to stand proudly fully on display.
"My God, girl you got all them parts makes a man go stupid."
He slipped the strap holding his overalls up and let them fall. His huge semi erect penis beginning to fill for pleasure with her. I knew Ben planned to slip her up on the table near us and mount her right there. He reached for her pulling her to him and his mouth came down over one of her hard nipples and fingers finding the slit that I was sure was already getting wet for him. Her body already getting ready for only the second man to enter her body. He pulled her up over the table and as he moved up into position between her wide spread thighs he looked over at me.
"You sure about this Jase. I am about to take your Jessica to my bed. I'd like to have her maybe for the next year? And I can tell you when the word gets out the boys will ride for miles to pleasure you Jessica, so every body in the country will be with her. And the second you walk out the two old boys out back will be in here to sample her charms too."
I said nothing I just nodded and he pushed his huge cock up into my wife taking her as his store whore. I stepped over and kissed my wife hard on her mouth. As I stepped back she smiled.
"Jason this is the right answer to our problems."
As I began to turn towards the door I saw her push her hips back up to meet his thrust into her. I could see she was quickly coming to his size and he was pleasuring her very good. I remounted my horse and turned toward New Mexico. As I rode down the road I knew Ben was still fucking my wife.
