Another detailed account of Slutwife Anne Marie exploring her sexual desires. Feel free to read the earlier submissions for a little background. I usually write the stories about my wife, from what I witness personally or from what she tells me, but this time she decided to try her hand at the actual writing. I think she did a great job. Her experience really came to life for me. Enjoy!
My husband and I have been together for 17 years now and believe me, I consider myself to be the luckiest wife in the world. You see, we have what you might call "an arrangement". He allows me to fuck pretty much whoever I want, whenever I want. I, in turn have to promise to tell him all the sordid details of my slutty encounters.
My latest bit of "whoring" was so hot, that he asked me to write a story about it. Bear with me, as this is my first attempt at literature. Trust me; I suck cock much better than I write.
This past weekend my two girlfriends and I decided that a "girl's weekend" was in order. We planned a road-trip to go see a professional bull rider's rodeo in the next state over from ours. I wish I could say that I wasn't thinking about finding myself some hot stud of a cowboy to fuck and suck, but that would be a lie. I was totally planning to get laid, no matter what I had to do, and before I left, I told hubby that I was going to take being a total cumslut to the next level. I knew that those words would drive him freaking crazy while I was gone.
Our trip started at 3:30 pm on Friday afternoon. I was incredibly excited to go away for the weekend and when the girls finally arrived to pick me up, I gave hubby a long slow tongue kiss, threw my bag in the back of my friend's truck and we were on our way. The whole three hour drive was a riot. My girlfriends know about my husband's and my "agreement" and they were teasing me about how long it would take to get a "cowboy" cock in my mouth. My one girlfriend knew somebody who was sponsoring the event, and we schemed to find out where all the bull riders were going to go hang out after the rodeo.
I kept thinking to myself how hot it was going to be to fuck a real cowboy. It had always been a fantasy of mine and I was wet thinking that it was finally going to come true. We finally made it to the hotel after a little bit of "girl talk", went to the room and changed for the event. I wore a pair of low rise jeans, a push up bra and a tight white shirt. I left my hair wild and messy, and my leather boots finished off my "cowgirl slut" look. Of course I hadn't packed any panties, you know, not enough room in my bag (lol).
We arrived at the stadium early to meet up with our contact and get the tickets for the floor seats. Once we entered the arena, I couldn't get the smile off of my face. So many cowboys, snorting bulls, the whole place just felt like sex. As we sat down, the music and Introductions started. The riders were announced one by one, and then the party started. Four shoots with four bulls; pure testosterone. The first rider got on his bull and tightened up the rope, the bull was moving around inside the pen waning to get out of the shoot. The door opened and this massive 2,000lb bull started bucking; horns sticking out, foaming at the mouth and snorting. It was an awesome sight. The rider got thrown off in about three seconds and the next rider was ready to go. That's when I noticed my first potential victim. There was this guy they called "Boss Man ". He was a World Champion bull rider himself, but tonight he was on the microphone announcing the action. This guy was HOT. He was older (about 45). I thought to myself "Maybe I'll fuck him ".
My slut thoughts were interrupted however, because I happened to lock eyes with one of the guys that was working as a "rider protector". When I finally recounted the weekend to my husband, he teased me that the guy was actually a rodeo clown, but let me tell you, he wore no make-up and he was the bravest guy in the whole place. He was constantly getting horned from these massive bulls. He would look the bulls in the eyes and touch them on the head ...WHAT BALLS, I thought. I later found out that his name was Jake and he too was also a champion rider. We kept checking each other out through the entire show, and more than once I was afraid that my distracting him was going to end in disaster for the poor guy. Finally, the show started wrapping up and the winners were announced. My friends and I left to get a good seat at the bar that we knew the riders were going to hang out in. We walked the four blocks to a place called "Martinis", found a table and started partying...and waiting. We were waiting for our second round of drinks when the door opened and about 15 of the cowboys strut in. They took a couple tables right next to us, and as there were so many of them, some actually had to sit with us at our table. Do you want to guess who sat on either side of me? You got it; Jake on one side and "Boss Man" on the other. I was smiling ear to ear, giggling with the girls, wild eyed and ready to fuck. By this point I was determined to have myself one of these cowboys.
Jake was actually pretty sweet and he even seemed a little shy. Boss Man on the other hand was much more direct. After another drink I was flirting my ass off with both of them. Boss Man leaned over to me and told me that with how hot my lips were that I should be a porn star. Some of the cowboys laughed at this remark, and with a straight face I responded, "How do you know I'm not?"