Cuckolded and given a lesson in male pleasure! Martin is all too happy to indulge his wife's exhibitionist fantasies during their road trip--even when she's the center of a whole lot of public attention riding the bull at a cowboy bar. But he discovers all new, sordid desires of his own when he is roped into some hot male action by a group of muscled and ready cowboys.
The man operating the bull slowed the machine. It dipped low in front, forcing Valerie to use both hands to steady herself on the saddle horn to keep from sliding off. Martin saw her glimpse the approaching pitcher of ice-cold beer, and to her credit, she made the most of it. She leaned her head back, her long brown hair cascading behind her while she thrust her chest out. Firm, ample tits jut out to the lewd cheers of onlookers as Betty slowly tipped the pitcher. Cold beer cascaded onto thin fabric, soaking through and clinging to her mounds and stiff, dark nipples. After emptying half the pitcher onto Valerie's tits, Betty leaned over and licked the length of Valerie's neck. This prompted shouts of encouragement from the men, and Betty licked her way up to Valerie's mouth, where she planted a deep, lingering kiss.
Martin was barely able to contain a groan of excitement, his cock now throbbing harder than he'd ever remembered. He became aware of how firmly Horse was hugging his shoulder, and the whole scenario made his head swim. Betty had lowered her head and was enthusiastically sucking his wife's nipples through the beer-soaked tank top. With a look of lust-filled triumph, the blonde pulled back with an audible lip smack and turned to the crowd. As the men grew more agitated, Betty poured the last half of the pitcher onto her own more than ample rack. She waved to the man controlling the mechanical bull and hoisted herself up onto the saddle behind Valerie, the motion forcing Valerie forward so the saddle horn jammed firmly between tight shorts which had already ridden up revealingly. The saddle once again resumed its seductive motion, turning and swaying and bucking the two wet women against one another.
As Martin watched Valerie do her best to keep a firm hold on the saddle horn forced against her cunt, their eyes met. Her face was flushed, her expression a mixture of arousal and a twinge of shame. She loved an audience, but he knew this was much farther than they'd ever taken their games. Every single person in the bar was staring at her, and it was definitely too late to stop now. Martin thoroughly hoped that she wouldn't want to. That the saddle horn between her legs would feel too good, and the excitement of her first attentions from another woman would be too arousing to stop.
