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My husband and I were heading for the regional trap shooting meet. We'd been shooting trap since I was in high school. In fact, he and I met at the local range.
Trap shooting is a sport dominated by men. There are other women, but we make up maybe 10% of the competitors. There are women only events and mixed events.
What is trap shooting? Well it's shooting a shotgun at clay disks shot in the air. Basically a trap range has a number of shooting stations. Each station has five shooting positions. Think of a hand with five fingers. Each hand is a shooting group with five shooters. One at the end of each finger.
There is a buried bunker in front of each station. The shooters line up. The first shooter yells pull and the bunker shoots out a clay disk. The shooter tries to hit it. Then the next shooter goes.
Each shooter gets five shots from each position, 25 shots each.
The reason I'm telling you all this is because of this. The shotguns are longer than standard shotguns and therefore heavier. You can shoot up to five to ten rounds a day. At 25 rounds each that can be up to 250 shots. The guns get heavy, and that's one reason they have separate women's competitions. A shooting stance is one leg back, and leaning forward, so the weight of the gun is all in front of you. Eventually your legs, arms, shoulders, and back hurt. And that's kind of where it began. But let's start at the beginning.
Most people at the regionals knew each other, or knew people who knew each other. It was a close knit group.
The people at the meet are extremely supportive of each other, but given it's a mostly male group, that support for a woman takes the form of a lot of ribbing, flirting, and fun teasing along with advice on stance and posture.
The event we were heading to was not at our usual range. It was two hours away. We decided to go the night before and stay the night after. Usually there was a welcome party and an after party for these things.
Who are we? We are Candy and Tom. We're 25 and 30 respectively. We've been married for four years. We met at a trap range where I used to shoot with my dad. You don't see a lot of young women so a lot of guys hit on me. Tom was the most interesting.
We left for the meet right after work. We figured we'd hit the welcome dinner and catch up with some friends. Most of the people we knew from our local club were our parents' ages, but we'd made friends with people our own age from other groups.
When we got there we immediately ran into some of the guys we knew. John and Dave were checking into the hotel as we were. We exchanged hugs and greetings.
"Hi guys, how are you," I said as I hugged Dave.
"I'm doing great, you look good," he said.
Being one of the few younger women at these competitions I was used to compliments.
"Thank you," I replied and then asked, "Where's Mary?" asking about his girlfriend.
"Oh," Dave looked a little sheepish. "We split up a few weeks ago."
"I'm so sorry," I replied. "I didn't know."
"That's ok, it was mutual. We weren't really compatible in many ways. We just weren't facing it," he replied.
"Oh? What ways?" I asked. I was honestly curious.
"Oh you know, just personal stuff," he replied.
My husband Tom kicked in, "probably couldn't keep her happy in bed."
"Fuck no," laughed Dave. "That's the one thing we were good at."
I turned to John, "and you? Still playing the field?"
John was very good looking but extremely shy. I've seen women hit on him and he having no clue what was going on.
John laughed, "I'm still waiting for a girl like you," he replied.
I laughed and hugged him.
"Well," I said. "Looks like I have three handsome men to take care of me this weekend.
We all checked into the hotel.
"Are you guys going to the reception," Dave asked.
"Yeah," Tom answered. "We're going to go get settled and then head over. You going?"
Dave looked at John, then me, then to Tom, "Yeah, if only to spend time with you and your pretty wife," he said.
I laughed, "Sure, compared with the slim pickings here I'm pretty."
Dave turned sincere, "Nah, in any group of women you're pretty."
"Well, I'll accept the compliment then," I responded.
"Ok," said Tom. "We're going to go get settled. See you at the reception."
The guys said their goodbyes and we headed for our room.
"Well, you seem to have developed a fan club," Tom teased.
"Probably because I'm the only woman here," I exaggerated. "Like you mind," I added.
Truthfully I knew Tom didn't mind. He always liked it when guys admired his wife. He was proud of the way I looked and liked showing me off. He liked it when I dressed to impress. Short skirts, tight jeans.
I didn't mind being admired. In fact, I liked it. I worked hard to stay in shape. At 5'3" 110 lbs, long reddish blonde hair down to the middle of my back, and a splash of freckles across my nose, I got my share of looks and I enjoyed the attention it brought me, a lot. I always wondered if other women got the same thrill out of being looked at that I did.
I was glad that Tom was not the jealous type. In fact, he encouraged me. He'd always point it out when guys noticed me. I'm not sure which of us liked it more.
"You're not the only woman," Tom teased back. "Besides, I think Dave and John have had crushes on you since they met you. They always want to hang out with you at these things. And admit it. You like the attention."
"I'll admit I like the attention if you'll admit you like it when I get the attention," I quipped back.
"True enough," he said. He pulled me to him and kissed me. "I think it's hot when guys admire my pretty little wife."
As he kissed me he slid his hands down the back of my jeans, grabbed my ass, and pulled me to him. I wondered if anyone was watching. I kinda hoped they were.
We reached our room and threw our suitcases on the floor. Tom pulled me to him and kissed me again. I kissed back. I was getting horny. The thoughts of being admired always turned me on a bit.
"We've got a little time before the reception. What do you want to do?" He asked. He had that gleam in his eyes.
"Well, we could fuck," I quipped.
"True," he joked. "We do have time."
I pulled away and pulled my top off over my head. "Only if you want to," I teased.
"Only if I want to?" he replied. "You brought it up."
We had these teasing conversations all the time.
"I guess I did," I answered. "What can I say. I like to fuck."
"What a coincidence," he laughed. He grabbed me from behind, pulled me to him, and kissed the back of my neck. "So do I," he whispered in my ear.
I pushed my ass into him. I felt his cock was hard inside his jeans.
"Hmmm, I can tell," I said as I ground my ass against him.
He undid my jeans and with one motion pushed them and my panties down past my ass and around my thighs. I pushed my now bare ass into his cock again.
"Mmmmm," I purred.
He undid my bra and as it fell away as he cupped my breasts. He lightly pulled on my nipples.
"What do you think you are doing?" I moaned.
"Playing with your tits," he replied.
"Mmmmm," I like having my tits played with." I encouraged him.
He pushed me towards the bed. With my jeans and panties still around my thighs I fell on the bed on my knees. I pushed my chest to the bed and my ass in the air.
I wiggled my ass. "Now what are you going to do?" I asked knowing full well what was coming.
I heard his zipper behind me.
"Fuck that hot pussy of yours," he answered.
He put a hand on my ass. I pictured him holding his cock with his other hand. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my pussy lips spreading my juices all over me and the tip of his cock. When I was all wet he slid his cock into me.
"Ummmmphhh," I grunted as his cock filled me up.
