An Accidental Love God Ch. 10.2

The Wife's Trip

I hate when my husband is having business guests. Even though I am sure he is not doing anything with the women he works with - and he easily could - I do feel like he uses them to make money. Am I married to a pimp? I'm not sure I like that idea.

What I am enjoying is our new youthfulness, our fitness and, of course, the fantastic sex. Being experienced, with an experienced man, but horny as a college freshman has lots of advantages. I love what it has done for my body. I am of the age where, as my husband says, global warming is up close and personal. He observed that true love is driving through a Rocky Mountain blizzard with all the windows of the truck opened because your wife is having a hot flash. I may be that old, but I look better than I did at 35. My stomach no longer has the post-childbirth paunch and my boobs are firmer than they were before I got pregnant for the first time. All the aches and pains that come with being of a certain age are gone. I can ride my horses, ski, hike or run and not have all the sore joints I once had.

What I do not like about the week preceding my road trip is that I was bombarded with my husband's incubus pheromones for an entire week. He was saturating our house in anticipation of his client coming to town. I jumped his bones several times a day and still needed the relief of a vibrator daily. I was driving our truck and pulling a horse trailer to what passes for a larger city in this part of the USA, heading for a horse show. I was beginning to feel horny again. My husband had been driving this truck all week and it was saturated with his pheromones.

"I bet my clothes are saturated with them too. And I can hardly wash them out before the competition tomorrow." I thought.

I remembered as a little girl I had an aunt and uncle who were heavy smokers. Everything they used reeked of cigarette smoke -- their house, car, drapes, garage, clothes, everything! When I got Christmas presents from them the smell of smoke would explode from the box they shipped the presents in. New clothes they gave me needed to be washed to get the smell out before I wore them. The incubus pheromones are like that. It gets into everything and lingers for weeks.

"Great!" I thought sarcastically. "I be all hot and bothered and no one to fuck."

I fidgeted through the long drive, got my horse stabled and fed and groomed then headed to the hotel. I ordered a bottle of wine with room service ate and drank and used the vibrator 3 or 4 times before finally succumbing to sleep.

The show the next day had a classic western segment and a formal hunter jumper competition that I had entered. I did look elegant in my formal show clothing -- jodhpurs, a formal blouse and jacket, high riding boots and, of course a riding crop. My brunette hair was up in a bun.

The western show was a rodeo and I must say those cowboys looked cute in their tight jeans. I could not stop myself from flirting. The incubus pheromones had, of course, soaked into all my clothes. Even though I knew the reason for my behavior I still could not control it.

"Pack three weeks before the next show and seal everything in a plastic bag!" I thought as I flirted with a pair of particularly cute bronco riders. Clay and Matthew haled from Montana and had the rugged strong looks of young men who spend lots of time exercising, eating right working hard outdoors and riding horses. They were both broad across the shoulders and had firm tight butts that their jeans showed off so well. Unfortunately they had to excuse themselves for some bare back riding - of horses, not me.

"And I'd like to ride them." I added to the thought then stopped myself.

There was a party in the bar across the street from my hotel and I headed to it with several friends who I knew from prior competitions. We all just wore our horse riding clothes and the cowboys, of course, did not change either.

While we were dressed in our "elegant" formal riding clothing, Natalie, Ester and I were in full bad girl mode. Almost immediately we were doing shots. We drank, laughed and joked and generally carried on like a trio of sophomore sorority girls. The carrying on included comments about every man, or at least every cute man, who was in the bar. The music was loud enough that we could not be heard, and it was very good in a honky tonk way. The effect of our very sexual chatter, along with the alcohol was beginning to amplify the impact of the pheromones. Natalie and Ester would be going back to their husbands that night, but my only comfort would be cunning on AA batteries.

After my third shot who should walk in but Clay and Matthew. Clay looked like he was attempting to wear his name. His bronc had thrown him pretty hard and he was a bit dirty. Matthew was grinning ear to ear. He had placed and had won some money and points that would get him to a pro-rodeo championship held every year.

I wolf whistled at them (boy I was drunk) and called them over. They sat and we immediately ordered them a round of shots. For Matt it was celebration for Clay it was a pain killer. They did their shots and Clay excused himself to clean up.

"Dance with me, Matt!" I told him over the din of the bar. It had gotten louder as more folks came over from the horse show.

We got up on the floor. I am a bit of a cock-tease on the dance floor and the drink aggravates that tendency in me. I shook my hips, turned and wiggled my ass, danced close to him so my tits pressed against him and generally did everything possible to make him beg for mercy. Matt could move himself. His hips gyrated and it was obvious the man knew how to use them to his advantage. By the end of the song we were pressed together and I am not sure who was teasing who. Matt had certainly gotten my attention.

"Being naughty tonight with your husband not around?" Natalie smirked when I sat back down.

"And why the fuck not?" I thought. "He gets me this way with his damn incubus pheromones. There is only so much I can take!"

That was the booze talking mostly, but not entirely. I just smiled at Natalie.

"I'm just window shoppin dear." I said.

Clay came back and took Ester up to dance in a far less provocative manner then Matt and I. Clay danced with Natalie and I watched. Natalie is nowhere near the wild woman I can be, so she did not move as sexually as I do when I dance. Matt, however, did not change his style and I licked my lips watching him. Clay also showed that he could shake what his mama gave him.

"I think my husband will be getting the benefits from that dance later." Ester said to me when she sat.

"These boys are delicious." Natalie agreed.

We proceeded this way for about another hour. Natalie and Ester excused themselves to meet their husbands for dinner. I had a feeling that the husbands would be getting eaten before any food.

"I'm all alone so now you both need to dance with me!" I exclaimed and dragged both men to the dance floor.

I danced and twirled and teased both guys and soon the floor was crowded, forcing us together. Not that I complained. I was the inside of a sandwich with two delicious men as the bread. Matt pressed against my butt while I pressed my breasts into Clay. For the next song the positions were revered and I could feel both men getting hard, even though their jeans and my riding pants. The music stopped and we sat down to our drinks.

"You know" Matt said. "The nice thing about the isolated ranch where we live is, well, ya can grow some fine weed on it for your own use.

"That is true." Clay agreed. "And we brought some along with us."

"I love to get high!" I exclaimed. That was true. I really enjoy getting baked and, well sex when your high is the BEST!

"Where are you boys staying?" I asked.

"Oh we're in a trailed by the stock yard." Clay said.

"We gotta keep it cheap." Matt added.

"Do you have it with you? 'Cause I'm just across the street." I asked.

It turned out they did have it in their pockets so we headed across the street, buying some wine on the way at the little store in the hotel lobby.

We opened the window of my room to keep the smell down and sat on the couch, me in the middle of these gorgeous men. Matt lit up and took a hit, then passed it to me. I smoked and passed it to Clay who took his share and gave it back to me. With this pattern I was doing two hits to every one of theirs and soon I was flying and drunk.

"I'm beginning to think you boys want to get me high and take advantage of me." I smiled at Matt.

"No Ma'am, but I think you'll enjoy this."

He took a deep toke then leaned into me. I leaned toward him and opened my mouth. Matt blew the smoke deep into my lungs but I took advantage of that open mouth. Our tongues danced together and we kissed passionately. Clay and I did the same thing while Matt began to massage my shoulders from behind.

We finished to joint but did not stop kissing. Each man was an accomplished kisser but different. Matt moved his lips and tongue like he danced, firmly and seductively. Clay was soft and tender. Soon I was melting with desire and we were ripping each other's clothes off. I did not exactly have my sensual underwear on, just a sports bra and cotton panties, but it did not matter. Matt had me out of my blouse and bra and was using his oh so talented mouth on my nipples. Clay got between my legs and pulled off my boots socks and jodhpurs and was licking up my thighs. He reached the top, parted my panted and dove into my dripping pussy.

"OOOOOOO YES! That is so good." I moaned, the feelings enhanced greatly by the quality weed we had smoked. "Fuck yes that is good!"

I pushed Matt back and ripped open his shirt. The nice thing about real western wear is the shirts have snaps and they open easily. God he was built! I kissed his muscular chest loving the feel of his power under my lips.

Matt pushed me away and stripped off his pants and boots then approached me. He was wearing skin tight under armour bicycle briefs and those are oh sooo sexy. His cock was straining against it. I licked my lips and dropped the shorts. His cock sprang into my face and I immediately began to lick the shaft, teasing it with my tongue before I took it all down. Being high suppressed my normal gag and I was able to swallow it whole.

Clay still licked at my clit but then slid two fingers into me. God! I was so excited. He stroked inside of me twice and that was enough.

"OH! FUCK! OMIGOD!" I was coming and it was so good.

I wanted to reward Clay for his outstanding effort, so I moved so that my ass was up in the air.

"Fuck me Clay!"

He needed no further encouragement. He stripped off his clothes quickly and plunged his hardness into me. I continued to suck Matt's gorgeous cock. I was a chick o a spit and I loved it! I had fantasized about this since puberty but had never done two men at once. Why had I waited?

Clay soon had me rocking in orgasm again and I groaned and shuddered against him. He and Matt switched positions and Matt gently slid into me, slowly at first then faster while I took all of Clay's cock into my mouth, tasting myself and him at the same time.

"OMIGOR!" I was coming again, then again. I lost track of the number of orgasms or the number of times the boys switched positions. After one of my orgasms I felt Clay, who was in my pussy begin to shudder. He pulled out his cock and squirted across my ass and back.

Matt exclaimed "Oh! Shit! GOD DAMIT!" and came hard. I tried to swallow some but it was too much and his cum splashed on my face and hair.

We lay there for some time -- I'm not sure how long as I was still pretty high. I could feel the cum drying on me. It felt sticky and not very comfortable.

"Let me take a shower boys" I said, kissing them both and going to the bathroom.

The warm water felt wonderful as being stoned enhanced every sensation. I washed the cum from my hair and my body then dried off and put o a sexy silk bathrobe. I should add that no amount of drying could keep me from still being wet. The pheromones in the robe guaranteed that.

Clay lay on the couch snoring, a large bruise forming on his hip leg and thigh where he landed when he was thrown by the horse. That would hurt n the morning. Matt lay naked on the bed smiling at me. His limp cock look so yummy as it lay across his muscular thighs. I began to crawl up the bed licking and kissing as I went.

"That looks good enough to eat. I want seconds." I purred.

"You are insatiable, aren't you?" Matt said quietly, not wanting to wake Clay.

"Are you complaining?"

"Not at all."

By then I had reached his cock and stroked it with my hand. It began to grow hard and I kissed the tip and licked the shaft. Then I felt a very familiar sensation start at the base of my spine. My eyes went out of focus for an instant and I knew... Matt is an incubus, just like my husband. Of course, at that point I really did not care. All I cared about was fucking this man hard.

I took his whole shaft in my mouth and teased with my tongue. I touched my clit. I was dripping wet and getting wetter as I rubbed it, moaning o the shaft. Matt touched my hair and I came hard moaning on his shaft.

"I am going to ride you cowboy. Buck like a bronc!" I said as the pleasure subsided. I climbed on top of his cock and lowered my pussy onto it. He grabbed my ass and bucked up at the same time.

"OH FUCK YES! OMIGOD YES!" I cried as I rode him. In retrospect, it is hard to believe Clay slept through the noise. The person in the room next door was banging o the wall and telling us to be quiet but I did not care. The pope could have been saying a solumn high mass with the entire college of cardinals acting as altar boys and I would have kept yelling and screaming as I came again and again.

After what must have been 30 minutes Matt bucked up again.

Yelling "Oh Fuck yes!", Matt came inside me. I rode him and pumped him with my pussy, pulling out ever drop, then collapsed onto his chest panting.

"You are an incubus." I asserted as my breath came back.

Matt startled. "Yes, how did you know?"

"I'm married to one. That is why I was so horny today. His pheromones are soaked into every stich of clothing I have with me. "

"Ohh." Matt considered for a moment. "We really are not supposed to go after each other's significant others Had I known I would have avoided you."

"I will not tell. It was so good." I kissed him.

"Cool, cause feeding on the same people can get dull after a bi. Sort of like always having prime rib for dinner. Sooner or later you want some sushi." Matt explained. "I mean I bet it felt different, that energy spark when you come? Like the difference between say, chocolate and strawberry ice cream? Both are good, but variety is best."

Now that I thought about it, it did feel different and I could feel my body responding differently, like the feeling when you change an exercise for the same body part. It reacts differently.

"So, if...." I was thinking out loud, "if we bring I different people both of us will get something more and different out of it."

Matt lit another joint, took a hit and passed it to me.

"Yes." He said as he exhaled. "The same way different food provides different nutrition. You feel only a shadow of what we feel when we feed."

"So my husband being loyal to me?"

"Is a remarkable thing." Matt ended my sentence.

We shared a joint which, of course, got me hot again. We made slow sensual love several more times through the night. When I awoke the next morning, late, both Matt and Clay were gone. Matt had left a note.

"You were the best! Thank you for a great time and think about what different flavors can bring to your relationship with your husband."

I would indeed consider it.