Rather than break it into parts this is the longest story I've ever written . This is a Hot Wife/Loving Wife story. It contains some brief references to man on man sex just to set the scenes. I dedicate the story to the guy that lives in his Mom's basement, signs his comment anonymous, calls my work crap, and gives my rating a "1".
None of these people are real, or let's hope not. And, now the story begins.
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Matt wasn't sure at first Carol would go for it, but five minutes after he had suggested she should fuck him he was shoving his cock up inside her married pussy. Carol wrapped her legs around his back to get his cock in her full length. Five minutes later Matt grunted a load inside her as she moaned hard when she felt the warmth of his seed. Her husband hadn't made her cum in years so the idea of fucking Matt seemed like it had been a good idea to her.
As they rose from the bunk her kiss to his lips wasn't romantic. It was more to acknowledge a getting to know you fuck and Carol had loved it. It was her second week out there in their protest against the Federal Government and now that she knew Matt knew how to use his cock he could fuck her whenever he wanted.
Not that Carol didn't let other guys fuck her. Rumor had it that she was fucking several of the protestors right under her husband's nose. That's what led Matt to make his move on the pretty ranch wife.
Carol's husband sat at the front of the Motor Home, gun at the ready, watching out the window so agents couldn't sneak up on them. Four more cowboys were under a shade behind the camper covering their ass, so to speak. That was kind of a waste of time because they were so far out in the desert no one could get within two miles of them without being seen. And, quite frankly although they were being checked on no one really gave a shit.
It was another example of another Mormon rancher breaking grazing laws and not paying the modest fee per cow and calf to feed on US property. Although they proclaimed that public lands are free their ultimate goal was to get the land turned over to the states. Once owned by the states the land would be sold to the good old boys, fences would go up, signs would be posted, and recreational use of the land would be over. The rightful users of public lands wouldn't even allowed to walk off the highway.
There were fourteen occupiers there now. Carol was the only woman, wife of Clinton, one of the more outspoken ranchers. Being sixty didn't phase Carol as she still pictured herself as 50 and pretty well looked the part. It wasn't the family's brush with Federal Authorities. Now they had come to Utah to support another Mormon rancher almost as proficient as Clinton at fucking over the public with breaking of laws and failure to pay fines and fees.
Their old motor home probably wouldn't make the trip home as it's good years were behind it. Sputtering and wheezing the last fifty miles to get there probably meant it would not make the return trip. Carol looked around the the old camper and thought about the dozen or so times she had fucked other men in it after learning that her husband Clinton would rather take another man up his ass.
That came up unexpectedly one morning when Carol went into the barn to ask Clinton if he needed anything as she was going into town. Carol froze when she saw her husband bent over two bales of hay naked. One of the younger ranch hands was fucking Clinton's ass with enthusiasm, finally straining hard as he pumped Clinton's rectum full of seed. Clinton was whimpering like a little bitch and some cum actually spurted from his own cock when he realized his bowels were full of sperm.
The young man grabbed some paper towels from a stack to wipe shit and cum from his dick. Carol saw a trickle of cum run from her husband's ass, before the young man saw her standing watching them.
The yelling and screaming was loud. The explanations didn't make a lot of sense. Clinton swore that he never did it to another guy or sucked cock. He just liked being fucked in the ass. That ended sex for Carol and Clinton after what she had seen. Clinton kept it simple with one lover at a time to hope to escape scandal. Eight years older than Carol and now 69 years of age Clinton still liked it in the butt four or five times per week. His lead ranch hand had been his lover for the last ten years and seemed to get as much from fucking him in the ass as Clinton did. Carol had seen them kiss a few times, but always scolded them to keep it private and between themselves.
Clinton hardly paid attention to Matt when he exited the Motor Home. He just gave him a nod. After a few minutes one of the men camped at the rear went inside. It was the man that had started the protest. Matt had thought he was in and out of there all the time to plot the next moves with Clinton. Instead he went right by Clinton to the rear of the motor home. Soon there was a little bit of movement as the motor home had a slight side to side rocking motion.
Carol was fucking the other rancher. What a deal. Drive a couple of hundred miles to help with the protest and let the man fuck your wife. The group was
out in the desert at a wildlife refuge. The only wildlife seemed to involve Carol. Not that guys wouldn't want to fuck her. Carol had been prom, rodeo, homecoming queen and some other things in her day.
When Clinton and Carol met she was just sixteen and Clinton was twenty four. They waited until she was eighteen to marry. Not that Carol didn't fuck the well-to-do cowboy on the first date. She knew the man would have money to spend and she wanted the hell out of the house where her Dad always acted like he wanted to fuck her. He was always lurking to hope to catch her naked and would come in her room at night to pull back the blankets to get a look under her gown if she didn't keep it tucked in tight.
It was father and son that Clinton had driven into Utah to help out. Matt was wondering if the Jerry, the son, knew his Dad was fucking Carol.
"Don't look embarrassed. Dad's been fucking Carol for years. I have a wife at home, but I've fucked Carol almost every night we've been out here. You may wonder why someone in his thirties wants to fuck a sixty year old. She sure fucks better than what I have at home. My dad and Clinton have been friends from rodeo days. About ten years ago they came to visit. Carol called me to her bedroom when the others were outside and just started taking off her clothes. I'd only been married a few months and my wife was pregnant. There was no way I wasn't sinking my cock in her."
"She must have been something ten years ago Could you imagine screwing some one like Carol when she was in her twenties?"
"Word was she was about thirty five when she started screwing all available men. Friends, neighbors, ranch hands. If you were a salesman coming by the ranch you were going to get some of Carol's pussy."
"And, Clinton didn't do anything to stop it?"
"Word was she caught him with someone else and just never let up even though she had slipped around on him some before that. Rumor has it that one of the kids isn't his. If you see them all together you'll figure out which one."
"Jesus Christ! She looks like the ultimate Mormon wife."
"The first time I fucked her she was begging me to cum in her. She said to just get off and fill her full of seed. Right after I gave her one hell of a load a voice came from the direction of the door. It was Clinton telling her that a bunch of them were going riding. Then he walked away like nothing happened. Carol told him to give her a few minutes that she would ride with them. She put her clothes back on and went out to where everyone was. I got a look from everyone like they knew she had fucked me. My wife had a panicked look of realization, but never said a work to me about it."
"She's never mentioned it? That's kind of odd."
"I found out later that she had a short affair with her sister's husband. And, it didn't stop with that. She's probably home fucking some guy even as we speak."
The conversation got interrupted by a roar and a flash of flame. It looked like WW III or maybe the Feds were making there move as huge flames shot into the air.
"Fucking militia guys. They don't believe in kindling. They pile up wood and pour 5 gallons of gas on it. There's six of the militia members and I think there may be one eyebrow between them. I think the I.Q. of all six of them would total somewhere below 100 combined."
There were some whoops and laughter. One guy was trying to put the fire out on his jacket while the rest were throwing dirt on him. The crazy bastards would drift in and out of camp. About the time a couple of them would leave a few more would drive in with their doomsday prepper attitudes, trucks covered in anti-government bumper stickers. It helped keep the Feds away. As crazy as the Mormons could be about free land the crazy militia people scared the shit out of almost everyone, keeping them at a distance.
Matt had an old truck bed camper on a pickup truck his Dad had given him for use at the protest. Truth be told it was in about the same shape as Clinton's motor home. Not the kind of vehicle you wanted to drive unless you were willing to walk for help. But, it had a couple of bunks, a place to cook and a heater. It beat the hell out of the other Mormon's trying to get by in tents on the cool evenings.
By 9:00 P.M. Matt had heated a can of stew, listened to the radio for while and was now in his sleeping bag ready to call it a night. There was a light knock at the door. Hoping it might just being someone wanting him for guard duty rather than the crazy preppers wanting to show him some explosives Matt called out.
"Who's there?"
"It's me. Let me in."
Carol's voice made his heart skip a beat. It was dark enough no one could see her. Matt could die with the leader's wife inside my truck camper. Matt opened the door. Carol climbed up and brushed past him, her tits glancing his arm. Matt wasn't sure he'd ever fuck her again with the crowd gathering in the compound. Even a television station truck had shown up to meddle. But, there she was, already taking off clothes. She tossed her clothes the camper's little sofa.
"Clinton's foreman came to check on some things for the ranch. It's been a few days. Clinton was getting loud while getting butt fucked. I've listened to all that crap I can stand. I'm spending the night with you."
Carol was now completely naked. She looked at the bunk in the build out over the cab of the truck.
"Can we go up there?"
"Sure, if you want."
"Oh, yeah. I want."
The sixty year old rancher wife squeezed Matt's cock and climbed the little ladder up to the bunk, Her cunt was fully exposed as her naked body ascended the steps. Matt just wanted to bury his face in it and let her settle back down as his tongue would do its magic. He told her what he was thinking.
"You are so wicked. I think I'm pretty clean, but you know that Jerry fucked me after you did and so did Jedediah his father. Sure you don't want to change your mind?"
Matt was thinking it over when Carol squealed and rolled into the bunk.
"Come on up here and fuck me. I need your cock buried in me and another load of your cum."
