To say it was an eye-opener would be an understatement. It was if every spring breaker in the Midwest was here to drink, get naked, and fuck, in that order. Every type boat you could imagine. There were college age girls to MILFS flashing anyone with beads, and some without. Tina had her top off as soon as we made the turn. I had no idea that such a place existed here in the northern part of the Bible belt. I recall that Vicky was taking it all in and yet trying to act that she was put off at Tina and the rest of the nudity. Now I know, it was an act. Maybe she was afraid some of the stories and adventures of her youth would get back to me, her prudish husband.
That night in our cabin Vicky attacked me, I recall that she wanted anal which was rare, but I was glad to oblige. To say we were rocking the boat was an understatement. Since we were young then, that night's score was Vicky 4, Lloyd 2.
On Saturday of the Lake weekend. Tom and I got up early to take my boat to a few bass spots I had heard of near the state park. We left before 6 a.m. and planned to get back around 4 p.m. The girls were going to sunbathe in the cove. We then were going on land to J. Bruners, an excellent place for steak and seafood, our reservation was for 6 p.m.
Tom and I fished the morning away. We both caught a couple nice ones. We had lunch at a vendor that parked on the state park dock and then went back at it. Tom was lucky right off after lunch and caught a real big largemouth. It was big enough to put on the wall, a real dandy. He really appreciated me finding out about the spots we fished, and mentioned dinner at Bruners was on him. I told him I was glad to help. Overall we had a great time. Since he was not a local he picked my brain about the financial reputation of some of his customers. I accused him of talking business so he could write off the Bruners meal and we laughed it up. But, I told him anytime he wanted the scoop on someone to let me know. That is how it is done in a small town.
About 2:30 p.m. his Nokia rang. It was Tina, she had taken the boat from the cove and was in the channel but got scared and wanted us to come and guide her back in to our cove. Just like her to pull a stunt like that. I determined that we were about 15 minutes from where she described so we weighed anchor, stowed the gear and fired up. At that time I had a Tracker Targa 19 footer with 150 horsepower. It would stand up and fly. Since there was not much in the way of wind or waves that Saturday, we reached the houseboat way before the girls were expecting. As we got closer I saw a speed boat with four people quickly leave the back of the houseboat. At the time I thought maybe they were offering help, since stupid Tina was a nautical nuisance, adrift in the channel. When we got to the boat and boarded, it was obvious that both girls were very drunk and were struggling to get some empty cans and cups picked up on the upper deck.
I guess since up to this point of the weekend everyone was having a good time, Tom and I sort of let it slide. Tina made some excuse about taking out the boat because our cove got too shady and they wanted to sun on deck. It was pretty obvious that they were up to something, and that something had involved the Party Cove. I tied off my boat, and piloted the houseboat back to our cove. That night was a bust. Both girls were too drunk to go ashore. Vicky stayed in bed after puking; she kept saying she was sorry. I thought it was for the drinking. Now I realize she may have been sorry for other things. Tom and I actually enjoyed Bruners. We avoided the topic of what we saw that afternoon, and had a few drinks at a dive called Tirebiters before we got back to the houseboat just after dark.
Thinking back on it now, I recall that when we got back home, Vicky's bikini top was not in the load of wash I did Sunday night; she laughed it off as leaving it on the houseboat somewhere when she was sick. I did not recall seeing it anywhere aboard, and I made a pretty thorough search before we turned in the keys. Tom and Tina split up the following week. I expect some of the truth about Saturday came out, and that was the end of it. I actually quizzed Vicky a bit the next time we were out in my boat, she denied that anything that happened except the drunkenness and Tina getting stupid. All lies it seems now, from how it looked that Saturday afternoon. Just more lies from my wife, those lies dating 15 years back.
I guess when you see someone in a different light, things become more obvious. I expect as the days go on there will be other things that prompt memories of Vicky that will call her character into question. I guess I gave her so much credit for not screwing and running off with a doctor, that I did not see what was brewing over time.
I click through the Montana Coeds website and even though it looks a little raw, there is not really anything in the previews that looks like a biker gang bang. Most of the girls are in their 20's and masturbate for the camera or shove in a dildo. The majority look like Russians to me. I watch a few free clips and their accents are definitely not Montana. As I scroll the page I see a small banner for Montana Rough Cattle. I think right off that some poor farm group has screwed up and put a banner on a porn site. I click the banner and a whole new world is revealed.
Montana Rough Cattle is mostly women over 30 who take some serious hard fucking and abuse. The website indicates that they all signed waivers, have been paid, and love what is done to them on camera. The Rough Cattle get culled from the herd and are given special treatment. There are no free video clips, only a few still photos and it is noted that these are tame to what is inside. I guess tame is a woman on her hands and knees taking cock from behind and in her mouth as someone from the side turns a hose on her tits. To join is a mere $99.99 a month.
Do I need to see this, if this is where my wife and her friend are going? The next update is scheduled for Sunday night (tonight) and alludes to a Gangbang. I remember that I cancelled all our joint credit cards. Then I recall Vicky has an Amazon Visa card in her name that she only uses on Amazon. I dig through the filing cabinet trying to find the actual card as her card info is stored on Amazon. I guess she never physically uses the card elsewhere. I find it in an envelope, unopened. I start to feel it is fitting that she pays my entry fee to watch this smut, so I key in the numerals and instantly have full access for a month.
As the noon hour passes I click through the trailers. Most of the women are shown in pairs, and most of them are gangbanged. Rough cattle is right, many have tattoos, obvious biker chicks, some are chubby, some are rough looking truck stop whores that need the money. I am surprised at the amount of orgasms that the women have. I don't believe it is faked. These women seem to have a constant hunger for cock and can't get enough. I see a woman beg for more when the 6 guys in the room are obviously done in. Her female partner "helps" her by slamming a large dildo into her sopping cunt. Some of the women are in what seems to be a constant orgasm, only interrupted by face slaps, ass whipping, and tit slapping. The pain seems to just prolong the length of pleasure for them as moments after their abuse stops they wrench themselves into another gasping, squirming, orgasm. I watch some double penetration. Some women filled airtight, you name it they do it. I now see why it is 99 bucks to join, finding and filming women willing to come undone like this on camera has to be a high dollar venture
I watch a few more videos, a smiling 50 something housewife has her nipples pierced on camera, a 40 plus blonde willingly gets a circled MRC (Montana Rough Cattle) tattoo that is colored brown like a cattle brand. The tattoo girl places it right above her shaven pussy. This goes on and on, a couple updates a week, back to 2015 according to the archives. The guys are all pros, built, prison tats, paid for tats, and hung. I recognize the sick fucker that screwed my wife in the video that Mike sent me. He and his beer can cock and nasty Prince Albert are in a few scenes. Seems the Bike gang raffle had a Montana ringer in it for the video value.
About 1:30 p.m. I have had enough internet and decide to watch the Cardinals game on TV. As I sit watching them play the Nats I recall all the trips Vicky and I have taken to St. Louis to see the games. We go 5 or 6 times each year and many times make a weekend of it. I guess we have had sex in every hotel in downtown in the last 20 plus years. The trips will just be more thing that will soon be gone from my life.
About the 4th inning the landline rings. It is my son looking for his mother. Seems she is not answering and he wondered if she lost her phone again. I could lie and say yes, and tell him I will have her call him back. I consider it, but I come clean. I didn't give him all the crude details, but I let him know his Mom and I are not together for now and that Tina and her actions have come between us. Thankfully, he did not press for details. I was surprised that it did not shock him about Tina. He went on to tell me that she had screwed some of his friends after they graduated high school, and even pursued him. He declined her advances, but never told his mom that her friend tried to seduce him. I wish now that he had. I told him I would keep him updated. I did not say where I believed she was or what she was doing. That can be her deal, to tell him the truth about this awful weekend.
