The Wife's Trip
I hate when my husband is having business guests. Even though I am sure he is not doing anything with the women he works with - and he easily could - I do feel like he uses them to make money. Am I married to a pimp? I'm not sure I like that idea.
What I am enjoying is our new youthfulness, our fitness and, of course, the fantastic sex. Being experienced, with an experienced man, but horny as a college freshman has lots of advantages. I love what it has done for my body. I am of the age where, as my husband says, global warming is up close and personal. He observed that true love is driving through a Rocky Mountain blizzard with all the windows of the truck opened because your wife is having a hot flash. I may be that old, but I look better than I did at 35. My stomach no longer has the post-childbirth paunch and my boobs are firmer than they were before I got pregnant for the first time. All the aches and pains that come with being of a certain age are gone. I can ride my horses, ski, hike or run and not have all the sore joints I once had.
What I do not like about the week preceding my road trip is that I was bombarded with my husband's incubus pheromones for an entire week. He was saturating our house in anticipation of his client coming to town. I jumped his bones several times a day and still needed the relief of a vibrator daily. I was driving our truck and pulling a horse trailer to what passes for a larger city in this part of the USA, heading for a horse show. I was beginning to feel horny again. My husband had been driving this truck all week and it was saturated with his pheromones.
"I bet my clothes are saturated with them too. And I can hardly wash them out before the competition tomorrow." I thought.
I remembered as a little girl I had an aunt and uncle who were heavy smokers. Everything they used reeked of cigarette smoke -- their house, car, drapes, garage, clothes, everything! When I got Christmas presents from them the smell of smoke would explode from the box they shipped the presents in. New clothes they gave me needed to be washed to get the smell out before I wore them. The incubus pheromones are like that. It gets into everything and lingers for weeks.
"Great!" I thought sarcastically. "I be all hot and bothered and no one to fuck."
I fidgeted through the long drive, got my horse stabled and fed and groomed then headed to the hotel. I ordered a bottle of wine with room service ate and drank and used the vibrator 3 or 4 times before finally succumbing to sleep.
The show the next day had a classic western segment and a formal hunter jumper competition that I had entered. I did look elegant in my formal show clothing -- jodhpurs, a formal blouse and jacket, high riding boots and, of course a riding crop. My brunette hair was up in a bun.
The western show was a rodeo and I must say those cowboys looked cute in their tight jeans. I could not stop myself from flirting. The incubus pheromones had, of course, soaked into all my clothes. Even though I knew the reason for my behavior I still could not control it.
"Pack three weeks before the next show and seal everything in a plastic bag!" I thought as I flirted with a pair of particularly cute bronco riders. Clay and Matthew haled from Montana and had the rugged strong looks of young men who spend lots of time exercising, eating right working hard outdoors and riding horses. They were both broad across the shoulders and had firm tight butts that their jeans showed off so well. Unfortunately they had to excuse themselves for some bare back riding - of horses, not me.
"And I'd like to ride them." I added to the thought then stopped myself.
There was a party in the bar across the street from my hotel and I headed to it with several friends who I knew from prior competitions. We all just wore our horse riding clothes and the cowboys, of course, did not change either.
While we were dressed in our "elegant" formal riding clothing, Natalie, Ester and I were in full bad girl mode. Almost immediately we were doing shots. We drank, laughed and joked and generally carried on like a trio of sophomore sorority girls. The carrying on included comments about every man, or at least every cute man, who was in the bar. The music was loud enough that we could not be heard, and it was very good in a honky tonk way. The effect of our very sexual chatter, along with the alcohol was beginning to amplify the impact of the pheromones. Natalie and Ester would be going back to their husbands that night, but my only comfort would be cunning on AA batteries.
After my third shot who should walk in but Clay and Matthew. Clay looked like he was attempting to wear his name. His bronc had thrown him pretty hard and he was a bit dirty. Matthew was grinning ear to ear. He had placed and had won some money and points that would get him to a pro-rodeo championship held every year.
I wolf whistled at them (boy I was drunk) and called them over. They sat and we immediately ordered them a round of shots. For Matt it was celebration for Clay it was a pain killer. They did their shots and Clay excused himself to clean up.
"Dance with me, Matt!" I told him over the din of the bar. It had gotten louder as more folks came over from the horse show.
We got up on the floor. I am a bit of a cock-tease on the dance floor and the drink aggravates that tendency in me. I shook my hips, turned and wiggled my ass, danced close to him so my tits pressed against him and generally did everything possible to make him beg for mercy. Matt could move himself. His hips gyrated and it was obvious the man knew how to use them to his advantage. By the end of the song we were pressed together and I am not sure who was teasing who. Matt had certainly gotten my attention.
"Being naughty tonight with your husband not around?" Natalie smirked when I sat back down.
"And why the fuck not?" I thought. "He gets me this way with his damn incubus pheromones. There is only so much I can take!"
That was the booze talking mostly, but not entirely. I just smiled at Natalie.
"I'm just window shoppin dear." I said.
Clay came back and took Ester up to dance in a far less provocative manner then Matt and I. Clay danced with Natalie and I watched. Natalie is nowhere near the wild woman I can be, so she did not move as sexually as I do when I dance. Matt, however, did not change his style and I licked my lips watching him. Clay also showed that he could shake what his mama gave him.
"I think my husband will be getting the benefits from that dance later." Ester said to me when she sat.
"These boys are delicious." Natalie agreed.
We proceeded this way for about another hour. Natalie and Ester excused themselves to meet their husbands for dinner. I had a feeling that the husbands would be getting eaten before any food.
"I'm all alone so now you both need to dance with me!" I exclaimed and dragged both men to the dance floor.