7 comments/ 102469 views/ 12 favorites Photo Essay By: oculardemo This was not my idea, or plan! Who knew? Now I know, but it's too late, I think? My wife left me to 'find herself' and with the boys out of school, I packed up and headed south. I can make mid six figures anywhere that has a decent commercial real estate market, so I settled on the Southeast Coast. I asked a new client to refer me to a dentist and he says his guy has a bodacious hygienist and she makes going to the dentist 'a whole new experience'. So, he's right. Catherine is a spectacular Italian bomb-shell with legs up to there, raven hair, smashing tits, and stunning smile. After laughing and talking with her through a 'prophy' I was in love. Trouble was, she was the Mrs. of the dentist, and you don't want to piss that guy off while he is running that drill in your mouth. So, I see her every three months and do a million dirty things to her in my mind between dental visits. Then I read one Sunday in the paper that the D.D.S. flipped his Ferrari Friday night and is dead as Hector. And, he has, get this, a female companion (dead also) with a Las Vegas address. Well, schmuck that I am, I instantly start calculating the odds for winning the widow, and hey, it don't look so bad. I'm no Bobby Adonis, but I have 'my ways' and anyway, 'faint heart never fucked the up-stairs maid.' So, send flowers, card, visit the funeral home, which was mobbed, and didn't she look smashing in widow's weeds. Just your basic little black thing with black lace everywhere else. Maybe I sound like a heartless scheming bastard, and I don't deny it, but if you saw her piping her eye with her silk hanky and sniffing through the sermon, well who could blame me? Remember the circumstances? The good doctor killed himself and his Las Vegas showgirl doing 100 plus, and that was just the vodka, while his brain was swimming in a soupy sea of illegal chemicals. As Catherine later shared her sorrow with me, and dished me all the dirt, she admitted that her funeral tears aside, she was mother-fuckering her deceased spouse through the whole spectacle. Fast forward past my letter of condolence, e-mail dialogue, lunch(s), dinner(s), and about a hundred grand in 'travel & entertainment' expenses reported to the IRS as business related, to my honeymoon with Catherine. We spent a month naked in the islands and if you believe the old canard about sex with a goddess goes stale, well then, you were never there. Did I mention that the deceased doctor of dentistry was well insured? Or, that he accumulated a fantastic collection of stuff during his very productive second decade in dentistry? Catherine sold the house, huge, and downsized to a mere mansion. I must admit that my work ethic suffered somewhat from my romantic pursuits and I went from a star producer to an also ran at the office. But hey, we had the cottage at the beach, a ski condo in the mountains, and Catherine loves Europe, so I had a lot on my mind. One task that required attention was sorting out my predecessor's cool toys. A superb gun collection, coins, stamps, books, and more all purchased en masse as investments and stored in his 'vault'. This was a fancy version of the u-store-it units, but this was climate controlled with high security. People kept jewelry, furs, and other valuables and Jesus, was 'ours' filled with valuables. And, my job was to sort through all this 'stuff' as Catherine called it, and 'get rid it'. Did I mention that Catherine trusted me totally? Here the plot thickens. Catherine was still pissed at the dead/ex, and with good reason. She wanted any sign of him gone so out went the boat, motor cycle, plus a whole set of cars. It was up to me, three years after he was dead and way past our first anniversary, mind you, to 'clean out the vault'. So one Saturday as the lease was about to expire I went to the vault to take an inventory. Catherine had been here with me several times and I had noted the gun racks, and what looked like treasures to me. Lord, was I right about that, but not the kind I expected. One cabinet had an exquisite collection of cameras. A couple dozen vintage German, Swiss, and Japanese cameras that I started to fondle and fiddle with. Opening the bookshelf door, I see what looks like a dozen leather photo albums. I pulled out the first one labeled No. 1 and opened it. Now, check this out. I have not dwelt extensively on Catherine's appearance, but here she was laid out a la Marylyn Monroe and buck naked across a double page spread in a bound (damn if it wasn't Moroccan Leather) photo album. I gasped as it simply took my breath away! It grew labored, my stomach did flip-flops and my knees wobbled as I slumped to the floor with her nude picture in my hands. I don't know how long I sat there mesmerized by her gorgeous nude photograph from, I guessed, ten years or more ago. Her hair was straighter and shorter and maybe she has added five wonderful pounds, but that was my wife all right. My hand trembled as I turned the page and I, no shit, closed my eyes. There she was, naked as the day she was born laid out in the Duchess of Alba pose that I had seen in Florence. She was nothing you can imagine, except her ex-husband had quite a taste for photography, and old masters, which helps. In volume No 1, Catherine was laid out in every classic nude pose from antiquity to Salvatore Dali. I had to change my shorts before going home, and I didn't have the energy afterward to look at any of the other eleven volumes. Truth is, I was afraid to, and at the same time, I wanted to savor them over time! Which brings me back to that evening at home? Catherine was marinating some mystery fish that we were going eat, I swear to god, raw. I was hip to this, of course! Compared to some of the shit I had been through in order to marry Catherine, eating raw fish was a 'piece of cake' if you get my drift? Anyway, I was filled with tumescent rage when I walked through the door, and I had her, the real thing, naked and squealing in bed within minutes. For sure, you get all that? I was/am insanely in love with Catherine. It's a Catch -- 22? I would be insane NOT to be in love with this Aphrodite, would I not? Therefore, being insanely in love with her is proof of my sanity! If you follow my logic, here? No matter. I am the man in the 'ring', the gladiator (so to speak), the champion in the dance-of-hearts, so listen-up and learn. This could happen to you! We love the sweet after-glow, that semi-conscious state of bliss preceding the Chinese delivery and late night TV. These were actually the very best of times. We laughed, drank wine, ate (food), smoked, and made fun of the TV/books/bosses/customers/life/et al. All this with a splendidly naked woman in bed. And folks wonder why I am a 'Believer'! Of necessity, there is a worm in the apple of life. I have these photographs of Catherine that roar through my head like a freight train. And there are eleven unexplored volumes that I can't think about without busting out with a woody. By opening time the next morning, I'm back at the vault, ready to continue my 'inventory'. Oh, Jesus! I kid you not, my hand trembled and my prick leaked as I reached into the cabinet and carefully extracted volume No. 2. My hands were all clammy and I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my neck. I was in a trance! I sat down Indian style, held No. 2 on my lap, and slowly opened the front cover. Damn me, if I didn't close my eyes, again? Well, there she was on the beach in a tiny yellow bikini and sun-visor. She looked adorable, as if she were doing a suntan lotion commercial. It was just a great photo of a beautiful woman with waves breaking in the background. I thought about how it would look on my desk at the office. My trophy wife! Feeling calmer now, I turned the next few pages which were more of Catherine on the beach, in the dunes, under the trees, in the water, on a boat. Great shots, all of them. This was very good stuff. Then the photos began to collect additional people, mostly young guys eye balling Catherine in what appeared to be a beach volley ball game. Seeing the lusty glances, frozen in still shots, which these guys were casting Catherine's way started to make me sweat again. But the sparkling smiles, casual contact, and batting eyes that Catherine was throwing back at them gave me a growing chubby. She was the center of attention of maybe 10 guys, practically naked, and clearly loving it! Me too. At this point, I felt like a perfectly normal pervert doing 'due diligence' on my wife's life prior to my arrival on the scene. But that was going to change. The next page, and the last third of the book, 12 photos, were all of Catherine in the water with several of her volley ball chums. They were splashing, dunking, wrestling, and pretty much feeling up my wife. I counted a total of 5 guys in the 12 photos of which Catherine was the center piece, if you will, of each one. She was beautiful and having a great time letting these guys maul her like young cubs at play. In the last photo, a handsome young Latino about 16 was waving her bikini top in the air while his, apparently, twin brother held her bikini bottom just out of Catherine's reach. She was standing waist deep, the frothy ocean water partially obscuring her bush, with her breasts heaving from her exertions, nipples taut, and a radiant laugh bursting forth from her wide open smile! This was a new experience for me, and I liked it. I was so worked up by this time I had to relieve myself. Took about ten seconds. I was then torn between rushing home and boning Catherine or pulling out No. 3. I decided that I shouldn't waste another orgasm without Catherine so off I went to find her. Driving home deep in contemplation, I tried to understand the dynamics of the situation. For one thing, I realized that Catherine's deceased spouse was one hell of a photographer. The camera collection, the Moroccan Leather photo album, and the superb artistry of the photographs convinced me that he was really into it. And a bit twisted, because he obviously loved taking Catherine's pictures in a lot of situations, buck naked in the ocean with two Latino teenagers being the most arresting, so far? God only knew what the next volumes would reveal? I had to know! Catherine was walking out the front door dressed to kill when I drove up. After a brief debate, and several promises on my part, I gave her the business right there on the living room sofa, and we didn't spill drop. A promise kept! After a short round of cunnilingus to bring on an encore orgasm, another promise kept, and Catherine was out the door without even having to redo her make-up. I just love that girl. I was so spent I straggled up the stairs and crashed. I had some plans for us that night and, Christ, I needed the rest. But no, I couldn't stop thinking of those pictures, and an hour later I'm back at the vault pulling out No 3. It starts out with, you guessed it, Catherine. This time at what looks like a luau with torch light, dancing, and Catherine looking fabulous in a short, short white skirt and tank top with killer cum-fuck-me shoes. I turned the page and, oops, there is one of the twins from the ocean scene, but this time in a Hawaiian shirt and tennis shorts. Oh, now they're dancing, and dancing very close. Catherine has her hand on the back of his neck and giving him this dreamy look. I flip through several of these 'romantic' pictures right out of Hollywood 'stills' when, oh shit, all these pictures are of Catherine and both of the teenage boys. I flip back and forth and realize that Catherine is flirting outrageously with two youngsters that I could only tell apart because they had on different types of sneakers. Otherwise, each was a clone of the other. Twins, get it? Oh jeez, and now Catherine is kissing white-sneakers full in the mouth on a veranda. And more, and more of that; a dozen pages of them kissing at closer and closer range, when it hit me that each picture, more intimate than the previous, was of Catherine with different boys. She was taking turns; every other photo was Catherine consuming 'neck-scar' and the next would be shoulder-mole. By the end of the book (36 photos) Catherine had his, or rather both of their shirts off and was licking their chests and kissing them with abandoned (drunken?) zeal. I lunged for Volume No 4. The scene had moved indoors on page one. Catherine was slow dancing one of the twins in what looked like a hotel suite. By now I could distinguish the two boys and named them Juan & Miguel. Ole Juan seemed to be the most aggressive because by page three Catherine's blouse is open and by page six she is dancing topless & solo for the camera with Juan stripped to the waist and watching. By page ten they are all three dancing and Catherine in just her panties with J&M in boxer shorts. She looked fabulous and was obviously having a great time, while J&M had tents poking out with erections. As I carefully turned the pages I watched Juan help my Cathy slip off her panties, then she returns the favor by getting on her knees and pulling down Juan's boxers. The last photo showed Juan's, oops, no Miguel's prick spring forth right in front of Cathy's surprised and laughing face. They both seemed delighted! Where was Juan? I was sitting there in shock with No 4 closed in my lap, hands sweating, heart pounding, stomach flip-flopping, and my third orgasm of the day seeping through my jeans. It was good! You may guess that I pulled out No 5 right then, but no, I was spent---------and eager to get home to Catherine. Plus, I wanted to savor No 5 which I have since named the BJ Volume, but I'm getting 'ahead' of myself. First, there was my wife to deal with and man, was I ready to deal with some of her. I was waiting for her when she walked in the door and I had her buck naked again before she could go upstairs. Her beautiful bare fanny wiggled delightfully as she skittered up the stairs with me in hot pursuit with, glory be, my forth boner of the day. Catherine was surprised and thrilled that I had her feet waving in the air just about five hours since our lunchtime tryst. Little did she suspect that this was # 4 for me that day, counting the solo jobs at the 'vault'! You know where this is going? After all, I was about to bust wanting to talk to Catherine about the photo albums, but I was afraid she would freak-out and take them away before I could enjoy the rest of the collection. And how do you bring it up to her, anyway? "Hey Hon, I was going through your ex's photo albums and guess what?" No, I'm much too shy to tell her that I have been jerking off looking at her nude pics with her Latino lovers. Also, I was still between No 4 and No 5 and had not seen any actual penetration or bodily fluids exchanged, yet! But I suspected that was cumming in No 5, and that kept my mouth shut and hers filled with my cock, for ta-daa, my fifth round of the day. Catherine was very impressed, and so grateful! Did I mention that she is 15 years younger than me? The next morning I stood trembling before the cabinet and carefully took volume No 5 down from the shelf. I sat down on a folding chair that I brought and gingerly opened it to the first page, then let out a loud groan. We started off exactly where we left off in No 4. Cathy, nude and on her knees in front of Juan, (or was it Miguel?) staring at his young, hard, trembling cock (with ropy veins) arching up at 45 degrees from his flat stomach. Its engorged purple head was only inches from Cathy's face! She had on a shit-eating grin and one thumb-and-fore finger tugging on her nipple while her other hand coyly fingered her bush. No contact, I thought! Maybe she just liked to ------------, I flipped the page and cringed to see a clear drop of pre-come clinging to the tip of Juan's enraged cock which was securely in the grip of Catherine's dainty manicured hand. Her tongue was pointed and thrust out only a smidgen of an inch from the shimmering droplet mounted on the bulging prick. It seemed as if she was holding a pose for a photo op, which I guess she was! I quickly flipped to the next page and moaned as I took in the scene. Catherine's tongue was still pointed but now lodged delicately in his pisser! The clear droplet was gone and she held his prick in one hand and his balls in the other. As I very slowly turned the pages I watched Juan's cock turning wet and shiny as Catherine's tongue bathed it with tender licks and kisses. The purple bulbous head slowly disappeared, and then the ropy veined shaft, into her mouth and down her throat. I had my own prick out and in my hand when I turned the page and saw her startled wide-eyed look as Juan exploded in her mouth and I in my hand. I jerked my prick and rapidly turned the pages to see Cathy wrestling with the teenager's wildly spouting cock, capturing as much of the geyser as she could while thick ropes of semen escaped her wide open giggling mouth, landing on her face, neck, and breast! Christ! That was the last page of No. 5. I was exhausted as I staggered out of the 'vault' and drove home. However, the image of Catherine sucking Juan's, or was it Miguel's, prick kept dancing through my brain. By the time I got home my cock was stirring and I knew it would be ready when Catherine came home for lunch. My WIFE bounced in to the house with an arm load of shopping bags! We weren't 'rich' but Catherine could pretty much buy all the clothes that she wanted. I leaped on her and was nuzzling her neck and feeling her ass when she commented that 'Mr. Happy' seemed glad to 'see her'? With that, she had my cock out in an instant and in her mouth the next. I was in heaven watching her suck my cock while thinking about Juan, or was it Miguel, getting the same treatment 'back in the day'. Having been drained dry during the last few days, I didn't cream in her mouth immediately, which she noticed. Catherine grabbed my prick and, while pulling off her clothes, led me toward the first floor guest room. She was naked on the guest bed and up on all fours in a flash. "Come on, lover, ride me like a cowboy," she cooed. Well, I was mounted and galloping full speed in her pussy in seconds, but, you may not believe this, my mind was thinking, 'cowboy'? You see, Catherine and her ex were into horses and had vacationed often at a dude ranch in Wyoming. Maybe I'm paranoid, but hey, pictures don't lie. I was sliding in and out of her tight, velvet, slippery snatch and loving every second of it when to my surprise, I grunted, "so, you like fucking cowboys, don't you baby"? I was shocked when she squealed, "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me cowboy! I love fucking cowboys, fuck me harder, give it to me cowboy." This was just what the doctor ordered, because I started coming and so did she. I plunged franticly into her as she let out a whoop and I yodeled, "Yippee kai yi aye, get along little doggee!" It may sound corny to you now, but you weren't there. I was, and it was great! Catherine and I fell asleep in the guest bed. I dreamed about Juan & Miguel and she dreamed about ----- cowboys, I suppose. When I woke up several hours later, she was gone and I had a hard-on. Can you believe it? I'm forty 'something' with the libido of a teenager. Life is good, I thought. I 'laid-off' going to the vault for two whole days. I told myself that I needed to rest my prick a little, but truth be told, I wanted to savor the next volume and not 'rush the job'. But, I couldn't avoid the vision of Catherine wrestling with that kid's cock as it splashed all over her face and titties! Plus, I still kept thinking about "ride me like a cowboy, lover". Her stories about horses, riding, and Wyoming kept stampeding through my brain. So, there I was, again, taking volume No. 6 down from the shelf as I plopped down in my easy chair for another trip down fantasy lane, except, of course, this was not a fantasy. It was my WIFE! Did I mention that I had renewed the lease and bought a more comfy chair? Photo Essay I closed my eyes and slowly opened the book. My prick had been straining against my jeans since I got into my car to drive over, so I can't say it 'sprang forth'. I did feel the pre-cum seeping into my pants as I savored scene # 1. Migual/Juan, I couldn't tell which, lay back buck naked on the white bed sheet in the same hotel room. (I could tell from the wall paper.) His legs were spread wide and there was my beloved, between his legs and on her hands & knees, also nude. Her big breasts were swaying under her and her perfect ass was perched up high and ready as she gazed down hungrily at the rock hard prick in front of her. I say rock hard because it pointed up towards, I think Juan's, chin. There was maybe two inches of daylight shining between his cock and his flat six-pack belly. The trembling shaft reached to his navel and the bulging purple head stretched another couple of inches past his belly-button. There was a narrow ridge of short dark curly hair reaching up his stomach to where it fanned out to cover his chest with a downy layer of fuzz. What really got to me, though, was the gleaming filigree of translucent pre-cum, thin as thread, stretching from his pisser to the little hairline running up his abs. I swear I thought I could see it shiver in anticipation as he looked at Catherine with a cross between begging and lusting. She was licking her upper lip and I could see a drop of, what looked like semen, dangling from her left breast. This must be shortly after her encounter with Miguel's spouting prick, I thought analytically, and turned the page. In the next picture the shimmering web of pre-cum extending from his prick to his belly fuzz was gone, replaced by Catherine's pointed tongue inserted into his piss hole. Juan's eyes were clinched tight and his ass was several inches off the mattress while he clenched the bed sheet with his fist. I rushed to flip the page to see his cockhead disappear into Catherine's mouth, then flipped again to see the shaft reappear. Catherine had thoughtfully draped her hair around the far side of her face where it swished against his thigh and hip and gave a perfect unobstructed view of her sucking Juan's cock! He writhed on the sheet as she pumped his prick in and out of her mouth. By flipping the pages I could get full-action motion, just like in the old nickelodeon. I had my own dick out by now and was about to go to full auto on it when, to my surprise, and you may wonder that anything could shock me by now, something new was added that brought me to full-stop! While my beautiful wife, Catherine, was naked on her hands and knees between Juan's legs, and enthusiastically sliding his shining prick in-and-out of her month, a new player 'entered' the scene. There, on the right side of the photo, I kid you not, was a purple engorged 'head' of a prick with, perhaps, three or four inches of veiny shaft arching upward at a 45 degree angle, and only two feet from Catherine's gorgeous fully exposed ass! Then, in the next photo, there was Miguel, buck naked, on his knees behind Catherine, with his throbbing prick only a foot or so from Catherine's ass. He had his hand around the thick base as if he was pushing it downward so it was parallel with the bed and aimed directly as Catherine's succulent ass. I had to stop and catch my breath before I could turn the page. My hand was shaking as I turned the page and gasped. Catherine had popped Juan's prick from her mouth as she craned her neck around to look at Miguel. He had one hand on her hip and the other aiming the head of his inflamed cock only inches from her pussy and asshole. My wife's face had an agonized look, something between pleading and ecstasy, as Juan, the suckee, lifted his head off the mattress and held a hand full of her gorgeous hair, while watching the scene with wild eyed pleasure. I turned the page as my stomach did flip flops. The next picture was so awesome that you can't even imagine the sensuousness of it all. Miguel's magnificent prick had disappeared into my wife. He held her hips with his hands; his pelvis thrust forward, head thrown back with a look of triumph on his face. Catherine, too, had her head raised as if in thanksgiving, eyes closed, back arched, ass raised and penetrated, and her gorgeous tits swaying below her and just above Juan's thighs. Upon closer examination I could see that her right nipple was grazing Juan's leg as his greasy cock bobbed in the air inches below Catherine's chin. This picture was a Pulitzer Prize winner if only they were awarded for erotica! I erupted. Whew! This was really weird, but I was loving it. I staggered out of the vault and drove straight to my favorite bar and fired down a couple of stiff ones, no pun intended. Catherine liked the hard-stuff, too, and I'm not talking about the liquor. This was hard-core stuff and being a pretty hard-core guy, I was shocked to find that I was getting-off watching my wife performing in homemade porn. That called for another drink! Then, a couple more, so when I strolled into the kitchen door I was pretty lit-up. Catherine knew something was 'up' because I seldom drink without her. My inhibitions were lowered by my buzz, or I would never have been so open about what was going on in my head. Standing at the counter with a paring knife in her hand, she was wearing cut-off jeans that came about two inches below her pussy. Each cheek of her ass was peeking out in the back and her halter top covered most of her boobs, but almost nothing of her back, save for the bow that tied it together. "Good evening darling," I boomed in what I thought was a cowboy twang. "Why, good evening Tex," she replied in the spirit of the game. "Miss Kitty, you're looking mighty fine tonight," I said in my best Marshal Dillon. It occurred to me that she probably didn't know 'Gun Smoke' from pot smoke, since she was still a gleam in her Daddy's eye when westerns were primetime TV fare. But she played up like a good'un. "What'll it be cowboy?" She dropped the knife, wiped her hands on her cut-offs and waltzed up to me, real close. This sounded so like her 'cowboy' voice from the last time I fucked her that I felt a hard-on coming. "I'll have a beer, little lady." "Coming right up, Ranger," she drawled, walking over, she opened the fridge, selected a long neck bottle and looked at me. "You got money to pay for this, stranger?" "Yes mam, me and the boys just got paid and we're looking for a goodtime." "Well, you come to the right place, cause I do like cowboys," she purred. I had a full blown woody, now. She opened the bottle and took a long swig from it. I stepped up, took her in my arms and laid a wet sloppy kiss on her mouth. "My goodness, Tex, how long you been out on the range?" she gasped, breaking contact. "Too long, little darlin, but I'm here with you tonight." I pulled the bowstring holding her halter-top together, pulled down the front and her breasts spilled out into my hands. She sucked in a breath as I mauled them and planted another French kiss on her mouth. Squeezing her ass checks and nuzzling her neck, I whispered in her ear, "Do you want to fuck that cowboy again tonight, baby?" "She leaned back, looked into my face with smoldering eyes, and said, "Anything you want, cowboy, anything you want!" Pulling her close again, kissing her neck and shoulder, squeezing her ass cheeks and feeling her breasts heaving against my chest, I whispered, "tell me about your cowboys, baby, tell me about fucking cowboys." Where that came from, I don't know, but I felt her shiver as I said it. She leaned back, gave me a long gaze as I massaged her tits, and in a very soft and low voice, "Do you really want to know?" "You said anything I wanted, sweetie; anything?" I dipped into her breast, kissing them in turn, licking and sucking her hard nipples. She held my head in her hands as I snapped the catch on her cut-offs, pulling down the zipper. She pulled my head back to her mouth and gave me a long hot kiss, while I tugged and pushed her shorts down around her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties so I slid my hand over her ass and down and into her from the rear. She was gushing! She broke from the kiss, panting, and with a little sheen of sweat on her brow, she softly demanded; "Tell me again, honey, tell me exactly what you want to know." I kept sliding my fingers along her ass crack and into her pussy as she trembled and buried her face into my chest. I put my hand under her chin and raised her face so that she was staring into my eyes. "I want you to tell me about fucking cowboys, tell me everything." She put her arms around my neck as I shifted my hands, massaging her breast. She tenderly kissed me, looking up into my face, softy said, "Which one?" My prick jumped and I felt my asshole contract. As my stomach churned, I slid down the front of her body, licking and kissing all the way. On my knees, I pulled her shorts down to her ankles and slipped my tongue into her bush, touching her clit with the tip then thrusting between her pussy lips. She let out a low moan and gyrated her hips, holding my head in her hands and controlling me as she humped into my face. "Oh, baby, so good, so good, I love that, so good,' she groaned, again. Holding her ass cheeks, my face covered in her pussy juices, I looked up as she looked down at me, and I said, "Tell me about your last one, baby, tell me about the last time you fucked a cowboy." She reached down, pulled me to my feet, kicked off her cut-offs, and grabbing my belt buckle, pulled me behind her and into the guest room. Still leading me, buck naked, she turned, sat on the edge of the bed and frantically struggled with my buckle and zipper until she pulled my pants and shorts down. My cock sprang out vibrating like a tuning fork. She plunged it into her mouth and bobbed vigorously up and down. I held her head as she grabbed my ass and pulled me closer and I felt my prick ramming into the back of her throat. She was sucking and slobbering and I was fucking her face like a jack-hammer. "Tell me about it baby, tell me all about it." I demanded. Catherine pulled her face away from my prick and grabbed the shaft with one hand and massaged her breast with the other. She kept pumping my cock and looking up at me wildly, she said; "This is what I did to him, honey, I sucked his cock, just like this, the very first night we got there," then she plunged my prick back into her mouth and I fucked her face. "What was his name, Cathy, where did you do it"? She looked up at me and kept pumping my cock. Her face was flushed and her shaking tits had a rosy wet glow. "Jake, his name was Jake! He hit on me as soon as we got there. Remember, I told you about the 'Lucky Strike' ranch." She sucked my cock back into her mouth, bobbing furiously on it as she spread her knees and started frigging her clit. "Did he come in your mouth, baby, did you swallow his semen?" She noisily let out a gush of air with a grunt, as she popped my prick out of her mouth, still stroking; "Oh, god, yes baby, he fucked my face and my pussy, sugar. He fucked me all week! He fucked me in my asshole, I gave him everything, baby, everything! With that, she dropped my cock, flopped back, and scrambled back into the middle of the king sized bed. Fingering her cunt, she begged, "fuck me now baby, come on, come on, fuck me, honey, stick your dick in me, please, fuck me now!" I crawled up between her legs as she kept stroking her pussy and squeezing her titty. She was damp all over with perspiration and her cunt was glistening. I pushed my throbbing cock up to her lips as she moved her hand, squeezing and rubbing both breasts now. I rubbed it up and down her slit and she squealed, "Oh, honey, stick it in me, fuck baby, fuck me now,' she pleaded. Her feet were drawn up and her knees were gaping apart. I pulled her legs around me and put my prick right at the entrance to her dribbling hole, and said, "He butt fucked you, Cathy, Jake butt fucked you and came in your ass?" "Oh, Jesus, sweetie, they both did, Jake and his partner both fucked me," she shrieked as I crammed my bulging prick into her pussy and dropped onto her, glued my mouth to hers and rode her thrashing body ---- like a cowboy. We got in rhythm, steadily screwing in the good old fashion way. I pushed up on my hands so that I could look down at her face. Her eyes were closed as she focused on --- what, I thought. A wet sheen covered her lip and brow. She held my hips lightly in her hands as I humped steadily into her. She was in heaven! We pumped in a natural rhythm and I watched her face as I felt her exquisite wet snatch riding my greasy cock. Her tits were jouncing in steady melody with our fucking. I felt the velvet smoothness of her thighs against my hips and I licked her around her mouth then started kissing all around her face. Straining, she cocked her head back exposing her throat to me, so I covered her neck with hot little kisses. Letting out little squeaks and moans, Catherine was totally lost in her world! I saw her face glowing brighter and a rosy flush creeping across her jiggling breast as she grunted, "fuck me Jake, give me your cock, come in my pussy, make me come Jake, I want it, I want you, I want your come in pussy, fuck me cowboy!" This was the wildest, the best, the hottest sex I ever had! Can you relate? I didn't want it to end, to stop, or to come! I wanted Catherine to keep going. To keep talking, squealing, sweating, gushing from her mouth and pussy. She planted her feet on the mattress, knees bent, gyrating her hips as I rode her hard. Thinking about Juan & Miguel, I croaked into her ear: "How about my buddy, Catherine, he's my partner, what about him?" "Oh, yes, yes, yes, I'll do him too!" I'll fuck you both, I'll fuck you all. I wanna fuck Red and you both. Give me your prick; I'll suck his cock and fuck you too---make me come, I'll suck your cock while Red fucks my cunt, you can both have by asshole, she wailed! With that, she arched up off the bed with her feet and head supporting her as her pelvis jacked up, trembling and vibrating in her orgasm. Catherine groaned; "Oh, lover, I love it, so good!" She collapsed back into the bed, wrapped her legs around me, opened her eyes and gazed, wide eyed and shocked, into my eyes. "Oh, my goodness, she sighed, oh my, what happened?" Blinking her eyes, her face was filled with alarm ----- concern, with doubt, or fear? I kept steadily plunging in and out of her pussy, my cock straining, as a blob of sweat plopped from my brow onto her cheek, then another onto her chin. My arms were straight, on my knees, I accelerated my pace. She was looking up at me, bewildered! "So good, sweetheart," I assured her and continued pumping. "You're so good, so fine, so hot, so wet! I love it, I want it, I need it, lover." Her eyes narrowed as a sly smile slowly spread across her flushed and sweaty face. She unwrapped her legs, stretched out under my pounding and limply allowed me to grind our bodies together as we bounced on the mattress in unison. Putting a hand on each bicep, she purred in a low husky whisper, so no one else could hear. "You like that honey? You dig fucking me like that, sweetie? You like my story? You want more, baby? Do you love me, sugar, do you want more of Catherine? How do you love it, honey? Tell me, tell me how you want it, cowboy." "I love you Catherine, I need you, baby, I want it all, sweetheart. Give it to me, give it to me like you gave it to Jake. Give me EVERYTHING, give me all you got, do it to me, do it, do it, just like you did it with Jake, just like you fucked Red, I want it, I want you, I want you to give it up, give it up, give me your pussy, I want your asshole, just like you give it to cowboys. My sweat was splashing on her face as she flashed a huge triumphant smile, and soothed me with, "Oh, baby, you can have it, cowboy, anything you want, everything I've got, its yours, cowboy, all you want, you can have me, fuck me cowboy, come in my pussy, fuck my asshole, fuck my face, come in my mouth like Jake, you can have my asshole just like Red took it! I gave a low grunt as my semen leaped up the tube and squirted into her pussy! "Oh, yeah, cowboy, that's it, I feel it honey, come inside me, cowboy, I love you coming in me, just like Jake, just like Red, and just like Joe, give it to me, cowboy, come on, yall all fuck me cowboys, its your turn, baby, your turn to fuck me now, its your turn to fuck Catherine, now give it to me, you too, you can come in my pussy too," she urged me on as I spasmed into her, again, then again, collapsing onto her and burying my head, in her neck, my face in the pillow. She stroked my sweaty back, smoothed my hair, patted my ass with her other hand. I slowly, gently humped her as my dick twitched again and the last of my come oozed into Catherine. My deflating member plopped out of her pussy and she giggled as my semen dribbled out of her snatch, down her ass into a puddle on the sheet. Our hot sweaty bodies were still glued together, ear to ear, my face in the pillow, her face up, as we panted and our chests heaved. She wrapped one leg around me, turned her head, kissed my ear and her voice trembling, whispered. "Did you like that Ronnie? Was that good for you? Is that what you wanted? I pushed up on my elbows, nose-to-nose, eyeball-to-eyeball, and murmured, "I love you Catherine. That was perfect. You are the best lover in the world and I love you, dearly." She let out a big sigh, (of relief?) and purred, "Oh, baby, I'm so glad! It felt so good, I came so hard, it was so fine, I feel just delicious. Did you really like it?" I felt her cringe a little, so pushing up on from my elbows to my hands, our wet skin peeled apart as the cool air raised goose bumps on Catherine's magnificent breasts, I rumbled in my best western accent. "Sweetheart, that was the finest fuck I've ever had. You are the hottest piece of ass there ever was. I think I just injected all my guts through my prick into your cunt. No one has ever done it to me like that, and I don't think anyone can ever do me like that again, except for you. I loved it, gotta have it, can't live without it, without you! "But, do you still love me?" "With all my heart, Catherine." "Will you always love me?" "Always sweetheart." "Forever, Ronnie?" "And ever, and ever, Catherine. "Well then, -------Ronald -------you can all of this that you want," she giggled. "Everything," I raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her. "Oh, yes, you can it have it all, everything cowboy, anything you want, you can have it," she promised "And my partner, too? I grinned down at her. "Sure, cowboy, all the gang, just bring'em on!