Cucold Club: Zee's Story

I don't understand you city fellas. Ya'll seem to think we Westerners are a bunch of backward bumpkins. Hell, we have the Internet. That's how you contacted me, for crying out loud. I also don't understand why you think you need "support groups." Maybe that's because we are a lot more self-sufficient. When your nearest neighbor is five miles away, you have to be able to take care of yourself.

It's a mystery to me that you knew I was coming to your city. I don't doubt one of you has been in my neck of the woods at some time or another. I'm here to drum up some business. Since I only have a couple more days before I head back home, I've been invited to this evening meeting immediately instead of having to attend a bunch of your orientations first. I greatly appreciate that.

"Hi, my name is Zeke, and I'm a cuckold"

"Hi, Zeke."

My wife and I have a dude ranch that caters to city people who want to experience the so-called Old West. What we do bears no resemblance to the real Old West. The guests think they are getting the real thing, and we don't tell them differently. It would be bad for business. They want to go horseback riding and calf roping and branding. The vast majority have never seen a horse, let alone a calf. We start with the most basic of basics. Half of them shake in their boots when they see their first mare. The first two days are spent on learning to ride a horse. Then comes roping lessons. There is a right way and a wrong way to hold and throw a lasso. There is always one guest who thinks he's smarter than his instructor. He can't figure out why his horse throws him or why his way of throwing a rope doesn't work. He calls us stupid and demands his money back. He's got his big-name city lawyers who are going to take everything we own, et cetera, et cetera. I've been in business for thirty years and haven't been sued yet.

Obviously I'm no spring rooster. I'm fifty-three. My wife is a right pretty little filly. She's twenty-six, and pretty as a picture. You don't have to say it. I know I'm old enough to be her father. That doesn't mean squat to us. To see her is to love her.

I swear she was born in the saddle. She can handle a horse better than any man I know. It's not surprising. She was Stillwater County women's rodeo champion three years in a row, and state champion twice. She is also our principal riding and roping instructor. I guarantee every guy pays attention when she teaches a class. Of course, her 38D tits would get any man's attention, especially since she never wears any underwear. I do mean never. She ties her shirt tail around the bottom of her rib cage, and she doesn't fasten any buttons. Her shorts are just that, short. Her butt cheeks usually stick out the bottom. She always has a wedgie in her pussy. Her face reminds me of one of those New York City fashion models.

The highlight of the week at the ranch is the calf branding. The dudes get to the roping and tying, but we don't let them do the actual branding. It takes a lot of experience to do it right. If the iron isn't on the animal long enough, you don't get a lasting mark. If it's on too long, you can cause a severe injury.

The last two nights are spent camping out, weather permitting. Of course, we don't rough it in the fashion of the Old West. There's no chuck wagon. Meals are prepared in the kitchen and brought out to the camp in insulated pouches to keep them hot. Our staff puts up the tents and lays out the bed rolls. We have battery operated fluorescent lanterns. Kerosene can spill and catch fire. The canvass of the tents is pretty thin, so it's very easy to see shadows of the people inside. This is when Betty Sue and I have our fun.

Usually at least one guy stays up late with his laptop computer hooked up to this cell phone. We have found, for some strange reason, city guys have a thing for women wearing chaps and boots, especially boots. I find a spot where I can watch the silhouettes on the tent sides. She goes into his tent wearing only her hat, chaps, and boots. The standard reaction is a dropped jaw. I don't believe any of the guys ever turned their computers off, or their cell phones. Betty Sue is pretty aggressive when she sets her sights on a man. Whether he wants it or not, once he becomes her target, he is going to get laid.

Once she's inside the tent, she says something like "Hi, sexy." She grabs him and kisses him. He's usually too surprised to resist, not that it would do him much good. She's very strong. It comes from all the calf roping and tying. Sorta comes with the territory. One guy tried fighting her off. She hog-tied before he knew what was happening. She keeps her prey in a lip lock until he calms down and puts his arms around her. Conversation becomes a lost art very quickly. If he's wearing a shirt, she strips it off him, lays him on his back, and starts sucking on his nipples. Keep in mind that all I'm seeing is shadows. It's amazing how much detail there is in a silhouette. Even something as small as a man's nipples show up. Hers are much bigger and are readily visible. He gets to play with her boobs next. Most guys love to suck on them, and she loves it. One fella spent half an hour kissing them and sucking on her nipples.

Once she gets him completely under control, she strips off his pants and drawers. His prick stands up like a saguaro cactus, minus the stickers, of course. She is the best cock sucker this side of the Yellowstone. I am speaking from experience. She can drain a man's nuts without even trying. She can also keep him on the verge of shooting off as long as she wants. It's the most exquisite form of torture imaginable. When she decides they've had enough, they're more than ready to climb into the saddle. Naturally, she makes them wait until they have taken care of her needs. She loves having a man's face between her legs. A tongue anywhere near her clit sends her into orbit. When she cums, her legs crush the guy's skull for half a minute or more. He usually gets into the rhythm of things and continues working on her pussy getting her off time after time. Quite often she has her legs over his shoulders and runs her heels up and down his back. He is too aroused to notice what she is doing.

Eventually she gets so hot she just has to have a cock inside her. He slips his boner into her dripping cunt to the hilt. She wraps her powerful legs around his waist, and they begin thrusting against each other. Her heels kick violently against his butt. He is so far gone he doesn't feel a thing. The position allows me to see his shaft flying in and out of her. Don't kid yourselves. They aren't the only ones who are turned on. I have my meat in my hand, and I'm vigorously abusing myself. My nuts ache like crazy, but I don't finish until I see them climax. It's very easy to tell when they are finishing. She kicks his ass over and over while he freezes in position. They are screaming loud enough to awaken the whole camp site. I'm not better as I howl when my seed flies.

As you've probably guessed, Betty Sue is very passionate. She gets downright violent at times. Occasionally we have to put some poor guy in the back end of the pickup and take him into town for Doc to stitch up his butt. Doc just grins. He knows firsthand how hot Betty Sue is.

She is as hot with me as she is with the guests. I don't let her wear anything to bed. Her body is too beautiful to hide. Of course, I see her in chaps and boots every day, so it's not a novelty for me like it is for the guests.

I've enjoyed talking to you guys. If you want a real working vacation, let me know. You might even be lucky enough to have Betty Sue choose you.

I hesitated a moment while I mulled over an idea, then decided against mentioning it. If these city boys are half as smart as they think they are, they'll know they should ask Betty Sue to take off her spurs.