Country Lovin’ – Part 1

Howdy y’all!

First time writing on here, but I’ve been a closet fan for a while (I think since 2021, but maybe earlier). I’ve never written on here before, mainly because I’m not the best with words in my opinion, but I wanted to share a story that I thought you guys would appreciate.

A little about myself: I’m a country boy from a Bible-believing, conservative area in CA—I know, shocking that there are still places like that here, but hey, I’m still here planting my flag! I’m 40 now, just over six feet, with a little silver in the hair and beard—but not too much. I’m not fit like the football player I used to be, but I try to keep in shape. Still got the 6 pack and trim waistline! I wear boots and good fittin’ jeans, flannels in the winter and tank tops in the summer, and don’t mess with the cowboy hat. I’ve been told I have a Kit Harrington look, but with a tan. It ain’t easy being cheesy, but its just the way I roll.

The Mrs. is a petite, just over five-foot, curly-haired brunette with piercing green eyes. Her milky skin bronzes up really nicely in the summer sun and still makes my heart flutter. She’s small to medium in the bust (perfect for manhandling), and boys lemme tell ya about that ass! She is also 40 and still turns every head everywhere we go. She keeps her body in shape, but not so hard that she loses that perfect feminine softness. She is the mature beauty in about every guy’s fantasy. Maybe I’m just biased, but I don’t think I’m alone in my assessment.

We got married in the early 2000’s, and it’s been a blast. There have been ups and downs like every marriage has, but overall, I’d say it’s been a heck of a life.

So on to my story: My family is in the cattle business. We own a cattle ranch in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. It’s beautiful back there—clear skies, dirt roads, and not a soul to be seen for miles. In my younger days, as soon as I got my license, I was taking friends up on the ranch to go off-roading and just have fun. It was a sure-fire panty dropper to take my high school girlfriends up there and let them have a turn driving my truck all over the ranch. Well, to be honest, there weren’t any actual panties dropped in any of those scenarios. Lots of flirting and teasing, and maybe you’d get to make out or fool around a bit, but nothing too naughty. Just good, clean teenage fun… for the most part. But that’s not the story I’m telling today and those aren’t the girls I wanna think about.

When I met my wife, I never took her up to the ranch. It was a bit by design, but I was also a different guy when we met. I had cleaned up my act, committed my life to Christ, and was trying to be more respectable. Plus, she was a city girl. It never really seemed like the thing to do with her, and I was putting my childish “playboy of the Southwest” ways behind me. I was bound and determined to put my best foot forward with her and marry her.

We were married young, and the kids started comin’ at us fast. We went from one to two to three to four in pretty short order. Soon enough, we were looking in the mirror, and the young and carefree kids we used to be weren’t there anymore. Now there was always a mouth to feed, a room needing to be picked up, a bed needing to be made, and a soccer practice somewhere. We did, and still do our best to keep the spark alive, and I really don’t have any complaints, but there have been stretches of times when we were just too tired to make it happen. Life comes at you fast like that.

During one of those stretches not too long ago, we were reminiscing about the good ol’ days. The subject of date nights came up.

“Could we ever go up on the ranch for date night?” my wife asked.

“Huh, I suppose so,” I said. “I haven’t been on date up there since high school.”

“Funny, I didn’t know you in high school! Who were you up there having dates with?!”

Whelp, the cat was out of the bag. I told her about my younger womanizing days, showing off to my high school girlfriends, and how I had put all that life behind me.

Her reply still makes me smile to this day, “Well, that’s kinda dumb. You took all those other girls up there and never took the one girl that could make all your efforts worthwhile!”

That’s all I needed to get my mind spinning, so I started planning.

When those plans finally came to fruition, I dropped the kids off at the folks’ house, then packed my truck with an ice chest of wine, cheese, fresh grapes, and a blowup air mattress. It was late spring, so the weather was nice, and the hills were absolutely beautiful with fresh green grass and flowers.

I pulled up to the house to pick her up. I was wearing my signature boots and wranglers with a tank top and a backwards trucker’s hat just to make her blush. She came out of the house wearing a flowery sundress with thigh-high boots and a bow in her hair, holding one of my cowboy hats. The dress was new. It was a little off the shoulder with low cut on top, and short enough on the bottom to just barely cover that amazing ass. I hopped down from my truck and ran around to the passenger door to help her up. I have a lifted truck, so it can be a chore getting in and out.

As I was helping her up, I tried not to peek up her dress, but there was no chance I could stop myself. She was wearing a pink lacy thong, and my palms started sweating.

After she was situated in the truck, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, giving me a full view of her sweet titties in that dress, saying, “Thanks, baby. I do love a gentleman.”

I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra.

This is gonna be a fun ride, I thought.

We headed out to the ranch, which was about a 30- to 45-minute drive from the house. She was in charge of the music, and put something on in the background, but left it low enough that we could talk. She told me about her day with the kids, asked me about work, and we talked about all the stuff parents have to talk about, so we could get it handled and turn our brains off and enjoy the night off without the kids.

As we drove, occasionally looking over at my wife’s low neckline, I tried to hit every pothole I could, and with each bounce, that pretty dress would fall just a little lower. Or maybe it was her luscious tits bouncing out. I couldn’t tell. It was an old trick I remembered from my younger days. After about 20 minutes, I could just about make out the ring of her areolas. It was working! I still had the touch. 😉

When we got to the gate of the ranch, I hopped out and opened it up. When I came back to the truck, she had pushed up the center console and slid over to the middle seat. No complaints here. I just threw my arm around her shoulders and off we headed.

The ranch is big—about 70,000 acres. There are lots of roads to get lost on and plenty of places to go. We headed out towards some pretty meadows I knew of.

As we bounced along, I realized why she scooted to the middle seat. At first, it was just a hand on my knee. Then we would hit a bump, and her hand slipped to my inner thigh. I was already starting to get hard just from remembering the sight of her pink thong, but with every bounce, her hand would move just a little bit closer to my crotch, and I was having some major problems with the packaging. Another bounce, and now the back of her hand was pressed against my balls, all the while pointing out hawks and cows and commenting on how pretty it was today, like nothing was happening. Another bump, and now she was fully cupping my balls.

I was beginning to wonder how long of a drive this was gonna be. And . . . was there any cell phone coverage back here? If she got me too excited and I had a heart attack while driving, would she be able to find her way out of here? My rational brain was in a wrestling match with my horn dog brain, and dammit, horny was gonna win this one.

I decided to make my own move. On the next bump, I let my hand slip down off her shoulder just a bit to where it was resting on the top of her chest, below her neck. She didn’t wait for another bump to let her intentions be known. She reached up softly with her right hand and softly pulled my right hand down to cup her right breast under her dress while her left hand started massaging my ever-growing bulge in my pants. My eyes started to roll back in my head, and I had to make myself watch where we were driving.

I massaged and kneaded her perfect tit, and squeezing and tweaking her nipple. With both hands, she worked to unzip my pants. She soon had fished out my big, hard cock, and was very pleased to discover I had left my underwear at home. She immediately started giving me road head as I was groped and cupped her perfect tit. By now, her whole tit was out of her dress, giving me full access and a full view. I was in heaven.

It occurred to me at this point that I needed to pick a spot to park, ’cause I was not gonna be able to keep on dodging rocks and creeks—not with my bride slurping my cock and my eyes constantly diverting to looking at her tits. I remembered a spot on a hill nearby that would be a good place. It faced a nice little valley overlooking the ranch, and it was a great spot to catch a sunset. We bounced along to the hill, me gasping for breath and her moaning as I pinched and tweaked her nipple.

Finally, we stopped and faced west over the valley, and I leaned back in my seat and soaked in the moment. She was fantastic. It was so much better than I could have imagined. There really is nothing quite like getting an amazing blowjob from your bona fide, licensed-to-bed bride.

I was getting close, and she could tell.

Suddenly she popped off, sat up, and playfully said, “It’s kinda cramped in here. Why don’t we see how the bed of the truck is?”

That was an invitation I wasn’t going to wait on. . .

To be continued in Part 2 next week!