So the wife finally made it over to come and visit me, after a 46-hour flight, up here in North Dakota.

After the normal pleasantries of how was the flight and nice to meet you, we settled down around the bonfire, with good whiskey and cold beers. With the sun setting behind the old barn, everybody started feeling a bit more relaxed, and the whiskey, dirty jokes, and lingering looks started to become more apparent. She wanted to go see the sunset from the loft in the old barn, but I was tired, dirty, and a little whiskeyd up. I brushed her off. I was probably 10 minutes before I realized our group got a little smaller, since she was nowhere to be seen around the campfire, as well as a couple of real "good ol" boys, actual cowboys, that I've known for some time working cattle with them. I started looking around the big new shop where we would be staying, but she wasn't there. Walking back to the campfire to see if I might have missed her among all the other locals, my eye caught sight of the old barn as the moon began to show itself. Of course I thought, she just wanted to go and see the old barn.

Walking over to the barn, I could still hear the country music blasting from the campfire. Entering the old barn, the silence became almost deafening. Then, as I walked over to the stairs leading to the loft, I thought I heard a soft moan, almost a little whine. I climbed up the stairs, smelling the old hay and leather from the horse saddles, and when I reached the top, our eyes met. She was spread eagle on her back, legs wide open and up in the air; she was lying on top of one of the cowboys on top of some straw and saddle blankets, and with his back to me, the other one was thrusting away between her legs. For a couple of seconds, that felt like an eternity; I could now clearly see she was being fucked, in her pussy, and ass, by the 2 cowboys. She was clearly having the time of her life, as she was biting her lip, grabbing one by his ass, moaning softly but harder every second, while looking me straight in the eyes.

What could I do? I always knew she had this thing for cowboys, but 2 of them together, that was a surprise. So I stepped back into the darkness, lit up my last Marlboro red, and actually hoped she'd finish them off before I finished my smoke. The harder and rougher they fucked her, the louder she began to moan; the smell of straw, leather horse saddles, and wet sweet pussy filled the air. I could have sworn she winked at me just before she freed herself from both of the cowboys' hard, rough hands; she went on her knees, facing me, and grabbed both rock-solid cocks in her hands. Again, I felt like she was looking me straight in the eyes as she began to violently jerk them both off. .......I climbed down the stairs, took the last drag of my last Marlboro, walking back to the campfire. I knew she just had one of her wildest fantasies come true, and I was lucky enough to have been part of the end of it.