The Old Gray Mare

I know, she ain't what she used to be. She got kind of fat, and she's lost a couple a teeth. I guess her hair's startinta git kinda gray. On the plus side I like the way her tits swang under her t-shirt now. They're bigger than they was when she was younger but that ain't all bad.

Thing is, I ain't fucked her in a lot of years. At first I just couldn't stand the thought of it, she kind of went to hell after the kids came and I guess I wasn't ready for that, and then my dick seems to have mainly just stopped working. I'll get a hard-on every once in a while but it don't last, and I just don't get that excited about pussy much no more.

So I know Missy's probably frustrated as hell. I don't like to let her out of my sight so I know she ain't cheating on me, not that anybody would have her.

Last week I had a thing planned, me and a few guys go fishing. Well we call it fishing, we go drankin' in the mountains a couple a times a year. Teddy got a cabin way back up in there and we pretty much empty all the Jim Beam outta the liquor store in Benson and bring their whole inventory to the cabin. And it's usually all gone in a couple days when we head back.

Normally it's just us guys but Missy was asking me about it. I know she gits lonesome when I'm gone, and I don't really trust her anyway, so I asked the guys and nobody said there was nothing wrong with it, so I tole her she could come along.

She thinks we're fishing the whole time every year, but I guess this year she'd find out differnt. I hope she likes Jim Beam.

I tried to tell her, "Honey, we ain't necessarily going fishin' up there every minute, you know. Me and Teddy and Fishface do a little drankin' too up at that cabin."

"Oh," she said. "Well, I guess I figgered that, probbly. Y'all don't bring no whores up there or nothin', do ya?"

"Huh? Oh no, nothin' like that. We don't do nothin' but sit around and git drunk and sometimes fish. It's kinda fun but it ain't like that. You can come if you think you want to."

"Okay, good," she said. "Well shit then, I better figure out what t'brang. And we're gonna need sumpnta eat, do you boys think of that?"

I scratched my head. "Sure, there's a Whataburger about a mile down the road. We stop in there a couple times a day and we're okay."

I could see she was a-thanking. "Is there a kitchen at the cabin?" she asks me.

"Yeah sorta," I said. "They's a sink and a stove. I don't know if they work."

"Well maybe we can git some groceries on the way up there," she said.

Over the next few days Missy seemed pretty busy. I don't know how much stuff she thought she needed, you know, but she had a little suitcase and she was throwing shit into it, then she'd throw it back in her dresser and throw some differnt shit in there. It was kind of nice to see some spark in the old gal, acturly,

Finally Sattiday come and the two of us loaded up the truck. I had a wad a cash in my pocket for the liquor store and she had her suitcase. And a funny thing, before we left I noticed she put on some lipstick and stuff on her eyes. Didn't look half bad, I wondered why she never does that at home, just when we're going someplace. She even had a bra on, which I basically don't like as much cuz I cain't see them titties swangin', but they did look a little better up where they used to be. She had a dress on, stead of her usual whatever-that-is. I felt okay about brangin' my wife drankin' I mean fishin' with me. She knows the guys and everybody jokes around okay, I figured it'd be fine.

It was about two hours driving up there. It was funny when we get to the liquor store they's plumb outta Jim Beam. Old boy was laughing, "Was those yer buddies come through here? Hahaha they bought me out. Ain't nothin' left." He seemed pretty happy about it all. Also, I noticed he was eyeballin' Missy, which seemed a little strange to me but whatever. Gits lonesome up there, I reckon.

The guys was already about half drunk when we got there. They said hi to me and Missy and I paid 'em my share a the booze and had a couple of swigs while we brought our shit in. The cabin is just one room with three steel frame beds in it, 'n a table an a few chairs. They's a shower and all tell you bout that in a minute here. At least they ain't bedbugs er nothin', least they never was before. Looked like me and Missy was gonna share a bed, well we do at home, anyway, no big deal, she's got her side and I got mine.

They'd already picked up dinner, too, the Whataburger bags was on the table. We weren't quite hungry yet, so I had a couple of shots and poked around a little. Funny thang, Missy wanted a shot, too. She don't usuerly drank. But she knocked one down and then a nother and then anotherun. She give me one dumb smile, like I guess she figgered she was one a the guys now.

We went outside and I showed her around. They's an outhouse for shittin' in, otherwise we just piss on the bushes. And puke. "Where'm I supposed to go?" Missy asked, lookin' a little uncomfterble. "I hate to pee in that smelly old shitter."

"I guess behind a bush," I said.

"Well I cain't wait," she said, and she headed toward a little old weed over the other side of Fishface's Pontiac. "Oh my," she was saying, and she started trotting and then she stopped and looked at me. "Shit," she said. "Well let me finish up." And she pulled her underwear off in the middle of the lot and held them in her hand while she squatted down and peed in the dirt. She held it by the edge because them drawers was soaked with pee. She stood up and wiped her crotch with her skirt. "I best be faster next time," she said. "Where can I throw these?" We tossed them into the back a the truck where they'll dry up fore we leave.

"You got some clean ones to change into?" I asked her.

"Are you kidding me?" she said. "We're just gonna be here a few days. I ain't got room in that little suitcase for that."

I shrugged. "Yeah, makes sense," I said.

We went back into the cabin. The guys was sitting around. "Y'all won't believe this," I said, "But Missy don't got no underwear on."

"Huh, really?" Teddy says. "What, no drawers?" He's looking at Missy, like tryin to see through her dress like he got x-ray specs er something on.

"Yeah," she said. "Doc you shouldn't a said nothin'. That's embarrassing." She turned to the guys. "Yeah, I done peed myself after that long drive."

"Sure," Teddy said. "I done that before, too. But you got a bra on, don't you?"

"What's that have to do with it?" Missy asked, reaching for the Jim Beam. She took a hefty swaller.

"Oh nothin'," Teddy said. "I was just thankin', you done said you didn't have no underwear on, but you sorta do, really."

"I didn't say it," Missy says, pointing her thumb over at me. "He's the one that done said it."

I didn't have any defense. Of course I shouldn'a shot my fool mouth off. We talked about stuff fer a while and put our shit away in the cabin. Missy asked about a shower and I showed her where it was. This is pretty cool, the shower's outside but it has a door so you can get into it from inside the cabin. It's an old storage container or sumpn on its end that you can stand in, with a pipe runnin' through the roof into kind a coffee can with holes punched in it that makes the shower sprinkle instead a just dumpin' water on ya.

We were just talking and Teddy takes a big shot of Jim Beam and lookin at Missy he says. "Well, I probably shouldn't say nothin', but my wife cut me off about ten years ago, and I ain't actually seen a pussy since then."

Missy looked at him and looked at me, and back to him. "So whaddya want me to do, show it to you?"

Teddy looked a little embarrassed. "Oh no, Missy, nothin' like that. I understand, you being modest and all."

We were picking up the bottle just about as quick as the last person set it down on that table. I grabbed it and took a gulp, looking over at Missy, with her lips all red and everything.

Fishface had been settin' in a chair watching all this. "I ain't seen a pussy in five years," he said. Fishface was younger than us, and also had been in jail during a lot of that time.

"I get it," Missy said. "You boys want me to show you my hootchy cootchy, don't you."

The room was silent.

She looked at all our faces, and said, "I sure don't hear nobody sayin' no to that." She looked at me. "Doc, what do you want me to do? You're my husband, you git the say here."

My buddies were watching me. I said, "Sure, go ahead and show it to 'em."

She hadn't had a chance to move when Fishface said, "What about her titties?"

"Well now," I said.

But Missy interrupted me. "You guys wanna see these titties too? Lord knows Doc don't look at 'em any more, somebody might as well." She give me a look.

"Missy, tell ya what," I said. "Why don't you show these boys what you got under that dress. We don't normally have women up here fishin' ya know, I hadn't thought about it bein' enny differnt, but I didn't thank it all the way through, I guess."

Missy was guzzling the Jim Beam from the bottle. "I didn't mean to cause no problems," she said. "But these fellas seem a little lonesome, and actually I been a little lonesome too lately. I don't mind if they get a look at me. If it's okay with you."

She said this in a soft way, and I felt kind of sorry for her. It wasn't fair really to invite her up here with a bunch of guys, the only woman. There warnt nobody for her to talk with or anything.

"Go ahead," I said. "Take off that dress and whatever else you got on, if you're hankerin' to. It looks like it's just going to be a little diffunt with a woman up here."

"I hope so," Fishface said.

Missy pulled her dress up over her head. Everybody stared at her while she couldn't see us. She threw the dress on our bed and then reached back and unhooked that bra and it fell off her and she tossed it on the bed, too. "Tell ya the truth," she said, "That feels a lot better. These titties ain't used to being confined, you know what I mean. I just done that to be civilized around you gentlemen."

The guys laughed. Fishface said, "We ain't typically very civilized. Mostly up here we just drank."

Missy looked at us all and smiled. "Well that sounds good to me."

I was kinda serprized to see her nekkid. I guess I ain't seen her actual body since the kids was in school, she always wears one a them moo-moo things to bed. She weren't as fat as I remembered her, in fact she wasn't hardly fat at all compared to most of us. And them titties, well I remembered em hanging down over her belly but they didn't hang that far, they was just big ol thangs. And they swang back and forth like them watches those hypnotists uses in the movies. I mean, they didn't zackly stand up like when she was a teenager, but when I seen her I kinda wished I'd a-been fuckin' her all this time.

We ate our Whataburgers after a while. It was kind of odd having a naked woman sitting at the table, them big titties wavin' back and forth. She seemed to be having a good time though. At one point they started playing a game where Fishface put one of them titties in his mouth and Teddy put the other one in his mouth and they sucked on 'em. Missy give me a funny look, like, what ya gonna do? But I think actually that she kind of liked the attention.

After we finished the hamburgers Fishface was trying to get his hand on Missy's pussy but she kept pushing it away. "That ain't yours," she said. "That's mine but it belongs to Doc."

"I just wanted to touch it," Fishface said.

Missy looked at me but I didn't say anything. I knew it wasn't right, but I couldn't think of any reason Missy couldn't have a good time up here, while the rest of us did.

She looked at them and said, "You know, you guys ain't seen a pussy in a long time. Well I seen Doc's dick when he gits ready for bed, but I ain't seen a stiff one since the kids was little. It's been a long time since he give me any lovin'."

"Now Missy," I spoke up. "That ain't none of their business. Guys, we been married a long time, you know how it is."

Missy looked at them again. "Either of you guys still able to git it up?"

"Yeah," they both said.

"Well then. let's see 'em," Missy said.

I could see it had not been a good idea to bring her along. The way things was going she was gonna probably end up fuckin' one a them boys, I betcha, if not both. But then, I was trying to figure out what was wrong with that. If we was up here with no women and the guys was jacking off in their beds like usual, that wouldn't be a problem, would it? So what's the big difference?

The bottle went around again and the guys pulled off their boots and jeans and underwear. Missy sat there naked at the table watching with a funny smile on her face. "Come on, boys, all of it," she said, and they took their shirts off, so the only one with clothes on was me.

She looked at the two of them, up and down. "Well that is not impressive," she said. "I thought you fellas said you could git it up. Them look like a couple a wet noodles to me."

"Yeah, well." Teddy said. "Uh, they ain't nothing goin' on, you know what I mean? We're just standin' here, you're just sittin' there."

"I see, and so your dick's about an inch long and totally limp. Both of you," she said. "What do we gotta do here, huh?" It seemed to me like she was teasing them boys.

Fishface said, "Well it might helped if you played with them a little bit or something."

"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said.

"Yeah," they both answered at the same time. One thing, I got me some honest friends.

Missy looked at me. "Doc, this here was all your idea. I hope yer enjoying all this." Back to Teddy and Fishface. "Tell you what, what about if I play with my hootchy cootchy and let you boys watch."

They shrugged. Missy reached her hand between her legs and started in a-shakin' it. Fishface says, "Missy, we cain't see nothin' when yer sittin' like that there."

She stopped and looked at them. "Yeah, good point, I reckon," she says. She put her feet up on the seat of the chair so her pussy was showing. "Is that better?"

"Yuh," Teddy said. "Leastwise we can see it." I noticed that Teddy's dick was starting to git a little stiffer. But not Fishface's, yet. And this was weird, I could feel my own weenie starting to react a little. I mean, it weren't like when I was, you know, younger, but I ain't felt that fer a long time. I was surprised to find that Missy could still do that to me.

Teddy drained the last of the bottle and went to the cubberd and come back with a brand new one.

Missy was playing with herself, stickin' her finger inside her hole and stuff, and Fishface's dick started to get hard too, jes like Teddy's. Missy seemed to be having a good ol time, her pussy was getting wet and I could hear it sloshin' over there. Teddy started playing with his dick, and that give Fishface the idea and he started playin' with his, too.

Missy was watching them. Finally she says, "Brang them thangs over here, it don't seem right to have you doing that yourselfs."

So the guys stepped over to her and she started jerkin' 'em off. After a minute she says, "There's one problem here. There's three of us and I only got two hands."

I had the new bottle in my hands and Missy asked for it and took her a swig, then them other boys had a sip. Fishface said, "Well Missy, not to be disrespectful or nothin', but it would make some kinda sense if one of us was fuckin' you right now, stead of jerkin' off like this."

Missy looked over at me and took another draw off that bottle. "Well I don't know," she said. "Doc might not lack that too much."

They was all lookin' over at me. I shrugged and said, "Look, we're up here to have a good time, don't make me be the one that sperls the party. You all just carry on and do what you want. But one thang, all this is done when we leave this place, y'hear? You ain't foolin' around with Missy when we go back."

Everybody agreed to that, well they was so horny they woulda agreed to anything to git some a that pussy. They talked and figgered Fishface would be the one that fucks her. Missy stood up and said, "Well if I'm a-gonna be fucking Fishface then I probbly oughta get into his bed, don't ya figure?"

Nobody argued with that so she went over and lay on top of his covers. Even though Fishface was gonna be fucking her, Teddy went over too and stood there while Fishface laid down next to her. Teddy was swaying back and forth, I remember that, and he reached out to hold hisself up by the wall. I was standing on the other side of the room, and I'd have to take a step sometimes so's I didn't fall down. Everybuddy was having theyselves a good ol time.

Missy looks over at Fishface and she smiled at him, and she spread her legs real wide. We could all see her whole pussy, I mean she was ready, man. Fishface said, "I ain't done this in a long time," and Missy says "That's okay, Fishface, I ain't neither. Let's give it a try."

So I'm standing there watching and Fishface is poking around and finely Missy grabs his dick and points it at her hole, and he sorta fell a little on top of her and it went in.

"Woo!" Missy said. "Man. I guess I was about ready for that." Teddy was standing there next to 'em, half jerkin' off watching, and I couldn't believe it, my own dick was pretty hard in my pants. I felt like pullin' it out but that seemed rude somehow, so I just stood there and watched. I noticed the room was starting to go around, you know how it gets after a few snoots. Ol' Fishface said he ain't been laid in years but it seemed like it come right back to him. He was slammin' that thang into her like a Johnny Popper piston, and I have to say, she was givin' it right back at him. I started to stumble a little, and I'm not sure what happened after that...

...I woke up in my own bed, at least. Still had my shoes on, and everthang. My mouth was dry but otherwise that Jim Beam ain't done me too bad. I looked around, old Fishface was snoring like a baby. Missy was sleepin' in Teddy's bed with her mouth open, like usual, her arm hangin' over him while he was sorta snoring too.

In a minute I become aware of a disgusting smell, and when I got up I found that somebody had puked in the sink. I don't know, it coulda been me, or any of 'em. I stopped breathing for a minute while I ran the water and rinsed the chunks down the drain, but it was still bad in there, so I opened the windows and the door.

It was a nice smell came in, pine trees and stuff. After a little while the others started to groan and move around. Missy sat up, her big boobs rocking back and forth, and said, "How did I get here?"

"I don't know," I said.

She looked around and then went, "Oh yeah, I remember." The others had their eyes open by now. Missy says, "Woo, that was a good party, wunnit?"

"You was the life of the party, Missy," Fishface said.

"Well that's only day one," Missy said. "And guess what, I brung fixin's for breakfast, bacon and eggs."

So she gets up, naked a course, and goes to the stove. There's some kind of apron hanging up there which I never noticed before, it says, "The South is gonna rise again," with a cartoon guy lookin' down into his pants with question marks all around him, pretty funny. She puts that on, so her tits are still showing out the sides, and of course her ass is hanging out, but at least the bacon ain't gonna burn her when it pops. Lookin' at her I was thinking maybe I'd like to fuck her myself one a these times.

The other fellers got up, everybody nekkid. Teddy went out to pee and Fishface stood behind Missy and watched what she was doing. He also started playing with her titties under that apron. She says, "Fishface, brang me that Jim Beam over yonder, will ya?" So the two a them started getting into it, and I couldn't see no reason not to, so I had a good shot, too. Teddy come back and had a swaller, and Fishface went out to pee. And while he's out, Teddy says, "Shit, Missy, you got a fine ass on you, you know that?" And he's running his hand over it. Fishface comes back, plops down at the table.