At twenty-seven, I received a master's degree in business and married a girl I knew from childhood, I got a job at Fort Worth, a Texas-based pastoral town. I have never been to the west of Appalachia. The company that hired me was part of a group of companies owned by a cattle farmer and a businessman named Jefferson McDuff III.

My beloved wife, Sheila, was two years younger than me. We started dating when she was only sixteen. I remained her only man. Our sex life was not bad, but only. If I insisted, she sucked dick, and once I fucked her in the ass, which she did not like very much. I tried to stir it up, but without success. At home, I remained faithful to her, but when I left the city on business, I always rented a prostitute.

A month and a half after I started work, Ralph, my boss, said that Mack (that’s how everyone called Mr. McDuff) is going to have barbecue and dancing on his ranch. They invited me and Sheila.

On Saturday, Ralph and his wife, Mary Lou, and Sheila and I went shopping for cowboy clothes. We bought boots, plaid shirts, stetson hats, belt buckles - in short, the whole set. Sheila refused jeans in favor of a blouse and skirts in a cowboy style.

While we were shopping, Sheila's dilated pupils betrayed her excitement. I remembered the only sexual fantasy that she admitted: she dreamed that cowboys gave her a sex marathon - and I thought about a party. It was rumored that McDuff is a terrible womanizer. That women fall in piles into his bed, and their husbands climb the career ladder faster and earn more. Unless, of course, not stupid.

It was rumored that one husband saw MacDuff use his beautiful wife, and pounced on him. McDuff beat the cuckold, tied him to the fence, and the unfortunate had to watch Mack, the ranch workers and several company directors tear the newlywed into all holes. That fool lost his job - just like his wife, who stayed with McDuff.

On the appointed day, Sheila was drunk with anticipation. When she stood in front of the mirror to admire myself, I came up and kissed her.

- I see you all on edge.

- Oh, Will! I go to real cowboy dances with real cowboys! Just imagine! These cowboys!

“You haven't thought of fucking a real cowboy, are you?”

- What are you talking about? - She rolled her eyes, pretending not to understand.

- You are not going to change me today with a cowboy?

- Will ... I love you very much ...

- I love you too. So, pulls you to give today to another?

She looked down, embarrassed.

- This is just a fantasy. Nothing will happen. I am your faithful and devoted wife.

- Leave the care and catch the buzz, honey. Let everything go as it goes. Remember: I love you and I will love no matter what.

Misunderstanding flashed in her eyes. Then her eyes became hot, demanding.

- Despite everything?

- Despite everything.

- Ltd! You're just a miracle. A real man, a real husband. I love you, Will.

“The main thing, don't forget this,” I said sternly.

- I will not forget. And remember: I love you.

By three o'clock we were ready. Waiting for Ralph, Mary Sheila spun in front of the mirror. She seemed to come from the wet dreams of a teenager.

- Pretending to be a spinning top? - I innocently asked.

- I'm without panties. See if they see me spinning.

Ralph and Mary Lou arrived in high spirits. We got into their car and soon chatted with them like old friends.

“I heard McDuff likes to stare at married ladies,” I casually dropped. Ralph and Mary Lou looked at each other. Sheila fumbled in the seat.

Ralph laughed heartily.

- And then. - He turned to his wife. - Do not feed him with bread, just let the married woman scorch. Really, Mary?

Blushing like beets, Mary lowered herself, and when she looked up, a naked desire burned in them.

- You need to discuss something among themselves. What to do, if...- she stopped short.

- If anything?

“If Mack wants to fuck Sheila.”

- We have already discussed this. Let everything go as it goes, ”said Sheila and, looking for confirmation in my eyes, looked at me. I squeezed her hand and winked.

“Have you heard of husbands who have become Macs across the road?” - asked Ralph.

- Yes. Empty rumors.

- All this is true. Believe me.

- Really? Asked Sheila.

- What Mack leads wives.

Sheila's face changed. So she looked when the head of my penis touched her sexual lips.

Ralph continued:

- It happened already three times. Mack fucked his wife in front of her husband and took her away. He left one of those he had taken with him. Her name is Sue Ann. Get to know her today. The other filed as a professional and now runs the largest brothel in the city. And the third Mac was given to one youngster as a prize for a good deal.

- We will see it, this third? Asked Sheila.

- Already. - Ralph looked at his wife. She blushed, but could not resist a lecherous smile. My cock sprang up.

I pulled Sheila to me and dug a kiss into her mouth. My hand slid over the spreading bare thighs. I stroked the wet folds and then found that my wife shaved pubis. Yes, it will be an interesting evening!

You ask, why is it that the husband allows his wife to go to the side? First, subconsciously, Sheila wanted to, and I knew that she would achieve her goal. I could either resist and lose, or relax and go with the flow. In addition, I wanted to unleash it. What is not a way? A nice plus will be that I can quickly make a career, and it will not be necessary to hide my trips to the side. In general, the deal is good.

By morning, I realize how good.

In the field at the ranch stood more than fifty cars. Those who arrived came to the sounds of country music and the smell of barbecue. Wives struck up a conversation with another couple, and Ralph pulled me along to where a group of people listened to the big man.

“Mac, this is Will Warren,” Ralph introduced me.

- Healthy, Will. I have long wanted to meet you. - Mac gave a hand.

He radiated authority, and the handshake corresponded. Huge like a bull, all muscles, handsome, sparkles sparkle in cold gray eyes. Mack was like a Marlboro ad cowboy, but everything about him was real, real. Clever and ruthless, he earned his first billion dollars at fourteen years of age by dropping out of school.

I was glad that I had cut a path for him to my wife. Here it is, the last piece of the puzzle in her fantasies.

- Well, Will. Ralph says you're aware. I intend to fuck your wife. And maybe even some guys break off. Do not mind?

Rough and straight, as I expected.

- No, Mr. McDuff. Do not mind.

His eyes softened.

- You will go far, Will. See how I will go around her, or prefer to hear from her?

- I would have looked.

- Swept away. Now drink and have fun, guys. Oh yeah, Will, for friends, I'm Mac.

He turned away. We returned to the wives.

- Where have you been? Asked Sheila in a whisper.

- Talked to Mac.

She was silent, but her gaze was eloquent. I smacked her.

“I said I didn't mind if he fucked you.”

She all fluttered and swayed, as if she had finished with one thought about it.

About an hour we drank, ate and talked to people, as at a regular party. Cones of the company where I worked, important customers, and some ranch personnel, as well as people from other companies Mack and his friends walked here. Sheila drank three glasses of wine - an unusually large amount for her. Then Ralph called me aside.

- Mack is ready to do Sheila. In the meantime, he wants her a woman?

- It would be nice.

Heart pounded like a jackhammer.

“You can take Sue Ann, Molly, or Mary Lou.” I advise Sue Ann. Molly is drunk, and I will share Mary at any time, just ask.

- So, Sue Ann ....