Michelle's New Boyfriend Ch. 04c

A little of this is a repeat, but since it's been so long since it was published, it was necessary for the continuation.

Saturday I was up bright and early, dressing in my best cowboy duds, boots, hat, shirt and so on. When I looked in the mirror, I thought I looked like a downright handsome cowboy! I hoped Trisha would approve.

She did and yummy did she look beautiful when I picked her up! She reminded me of the song, "Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On". I received a very friendly welcome kiss at her door. Mmm, she smelled nice too! I could envision guys drooling all around us later! I asked her if she'd been to the round-up before and she said she'd wanted to but never had. That seemed funny for someone who lives only an hour and a half away.

Tickets for the Saturday rodeo are always sold out, even before last year's rodeo is over so we went to one of the entrance gates and found a guy wanting to sell three tickets behind the bucking chutes. Those are the premium tickets and are $18 each. He wasn't willing to sell just two of them, so I bought all three, then let him keep one of them to sell again.

Walking around the outside of the arena always used to be exciting when I was a kid, and I realized it still was. It's filled with thousands of people (the people watching is fantastic!), food booths with smells of hot dogs, barbecue, cattle, and countless other aromas. When we got back toward the opposite side where our seats were, there were the cattle and horse pens and all their smells and noises. It was fun hearing the cattle bawling and looking at those giant Brahma bulls. It was hard to imagine that men were going to try and ride them for eight seconds.

I admit it was fun holding Trisha's hand and watching other guys eyes glued to her as we walked past, assuming they weren't looking at me! I hoped we might catch a glimpse of Shaun and Michelle but with nearly twenty thousand people there, it was a little hard to pick out two.

As we watched the rodeo and listened to the EMCEE's western voice, I imagined what it might be like with Shaun someday announcing this rodeo. It's among the top two or three rodeos in the country and would be quite a plum contract for Shaun, especially since it's practically in his backyard. I envisioned Shaun in the broadcast booth right above where we were sitting, with Michelle sitting at his side.

Trisha enjoyed watching the rodeo, and I enjoyed watching her. There's nothing like a pretty lady in western clothes to get a man's libido excited; Especially when the relationship is a little ilicit. I hadn't even told Michelle that I was taking Trisha, not that I expected her to be unhappy about it.

We ate hot dogs, laughed together at the antics of the clown, groaned when the cowboys were thrown off their horses or Brahma Bull and simply enjoyed being together through the whole four and a half hours. I think Trisha especially enjoyed the Indian dancing and horse races. We bet a quarter on all the races, and I lost seventy five cents. It seemed that Trisha had a much better knack for picking out the winners than I did.

After the rodeo, we drove downtown and looked for a parking spot. Pendleton has a fabulous Main Street show with all sorts of free entertainment, food, and other vendors along the full length of Main Street and a carnival in the big parking lot at the South end. The only problem is finding a place to park. If we'd been earlier, we might have found a parking spot, but after the rodeo, we had to walk five blocks and felt pretty lucky to find that one. I didn't mind walking with Trisha, holding her hand is always delightful.

We walked up and down Main Street, pausing to sit down and listen to the country music at a couple of the makeshift stages. I'd forgotten about the mass of people on the street; you could barely walk amongst the crowd. I was still hoping to catch a glimpse of Shaun and Michelle but the likelihood seemed pretty thin.

We found a little booth selling Elephant Ears and bought one to share. It was fun, both of us eating off opposite sides of it at the same time, giggling at how difficult it was, especially as our mouths got closer and closer together and people were watching to see what was going to happen when the last of it disappeared and our mouths were together. It would have been erotic, except for all the giggling and then both of us desperately trying to steal the last bite. When that last bite was gone, we were laughing too hard to take advantage of the situation for the kiss that our fan club was anticipating.

Trisha found a beautiful set of handmade, turquoise earrings, necklace and bracelet at an Indian booth for seventy-five dollars that I bought for her. They matched her blouse perfectly. I didn't take advantage of putting the necklace around her neck by pressing my body to hers and kissing the end of her nose, it just seemed to happen.

We sat down at a ventriloquist act that was fabulous. The guy kept the entire crowd in hysterical laughter almost the whole time with his array of accomplices. Amongst the comedy, it was amazing how his dummies could sing and sound exactly like famous singers like Garth Brooks, Elvis, and others without the guy moving his mouth in the least. They could even yodel! His Michael Jackson impersonation was hilarious and had Trisha and me laughing along with the rest of the crowd. His show was by far the best on the street!

When his hour was up, he asked his crowd to stick around as he was also a hypnotist and would be asking for volunteers in a few minutes. After his short break, he came back on stage and asked if any volunteers would like to be hypnotized. I pushed Trisha a little, trying to get her to volunteer. She told me, "No, it's just phony. They'll just pretend."

"Come on Trish, try it. It'll be fun," I said, pushing her a little harder.

She finally gave a sigh and got up, along with six other people. I knew she was skeptical and was curious to see what was going to happen if he'd hypnotize her. There were four other adults; three girls, a guy and two kids, probably nine or ten. It looked like they were probably brother and sister, maybe even twins.

The hypnotist talked to each one of them individually for just a moment, trying to relax them. He had them sit down in the row of chairs he'd prepared, asked the crowd to please be as quiet as possible and started softly talking to his little group, going through the routine of telling them that they were getting sleepy and so on. One by one, they closed their eyes and definitely looked like they were sleeping, even the skeptical Trisha.

When he was confident that all were asleep, he told them that the only sound they'd hear from then on would be his voice. He turned back to us and said we could do anything we wanted, make whatever noise we wanted, and nothing would wake them up. Naturally, everyone wanted to test that so started talking at once; the parents of the twins shouted their names and nothing, no response. I even shouted Trisha's name with no reaction. Wow, I thought, they are hypnotized!

The crowd finally quieted down and the hypnotist, Angelo or something like that, started his little experiments, he asked them all to wake up and open their eyes, but the only thing they'd see or hear would be him.

He told them that they'd just stepped outside into a raging blizzard. Every one of them immediately wrapped their arms around themselves trying to keep warm, started shivering and wiping the imaginary wind and blowing snow out of their faces. I sat there in shock, watching Trisha the skeptic desperately trying to keep warm. In reality, It'd been a hot day and was still probably in the high seventies. She was shivering uncontrollably when Angelo had mercy and told them they were back inside around a warm wood stove.

The relief on faces and people putting their hands out to the imaginary stove, turning their backs to it and warming up was hilarious. There certainly wasn't a skeptic left on the street!

Next, he told them that they were in a tropical paradise, it was almost unbearably hot, and the air conditioners had quit working. Faces again changed and you could almost see sweat start to appear on foreheads. People were fanning themselves, and a couple of the girls started unbuttoning their blouses, Trisha included! Thankfully he realized this was family entertainment and when he saw the girls unbuttoning blouses, told them all that it had cooled down and was now comfortable.

He told them to sit and went one at a time, instructed each to stand, asking simple little questions. Nothing personal or embarrassing but funny things. I don't remember most of them, but when it was Trisha's turn, he asked her if she had any unusual pets that could do tricks?

"I have a kitty that can fly," she responded.

I suppressed the urge to break out laughing, but I wanted to see what was going to happen. He asked her to tell us about her kitty and show us how he flies.

"He's a little kitty, he's all white. He likes to jump on top of the refrigerator, then fly off of it." She spread her arms out and mimicked flying all over the stage. I wished I had a video camera! I wondered where the heck this flying kitty story had come from.

When he'd finished with them, and they sat down in their chairs, he asked how many were here with a boyfriend, girlfriend, wife or husband? Four of the adults raised their hands. He told them, "Until midnight tonight, whenever you hear or see the words rodeo or roundup, you're going to have an uncontrollable urge to kiss your partner." Wow, I thought, I wondered if that was going to be for real? This could be fun! Then he went on, "When I clap my hands, you'll wake up. You won't remember anything except that you got sleepy but never did go to sleep." Then he clapped his hands, and all became instantly alert. He thanked them all, told them that they'd been wonderful, except it was too bad he hadn't been able to hypnotize them, said that they could go, turned and bowed to the audience to a huge applause.

When Trisha walked back to me, the first thing she said was, "See, I told you he wouldn't be able to hypnotize me." I couldn't help but laugh at that!

"Yeah, it is too bad, it would have been fun," I answered.

Then Angelo says, "Thank you all for coming to my show, I hope you all enjoyed the rodeo today."

Trisha looked at me with a funny look on her face, wrapped her arms around my head and gave me a huge lip smacker, tongue and all. When she pulled away a moment later, breathless, she said, "Wow, where the heck did that come from? I absolutely couldn't resist!"

People all around us were snickering. Several had heard her say she wasn't hypnotized and the obvious was kind of funny to them. I thought it was cooler than hell! I liked it!

I took her hand, and we walked on down the street. Just down half a block or so was the mechanical bull. I looked at Trisha kind of expectantly. "NO, I am not getting on that thing!"

She sounded a little undecided, so I asked her, "You sure? It looks like fun."

"You talked me into that hypnosis thing that was a flop, and I draw the line at trying to kill myself. I am simply too young to die!"

I thought she was exaggerating a little. Maybe a few broken bones but it certainly wouldn't kill her. What's a broken bone or two when you're having fun? You might wonder why I didn't volunteer to ride it if I thought it'd be so much fun for Trisha. It's obvious! I would, but I was driving. Broken bones and driving simply don't go together.

It was getting a little late, after ten, and I admit I was anxious to get to our room with Trisha, especially after that kiss. We walked back toward the street where our car was, stopping momentarily to listen to another country band when I finally saw Michelle and Shaun on the other side of the street. Mmm, she looked good in her western blouse short leather skirt and cowgirl boots.

I've watched Shaun making love with my wife, even fucking her in the ass. But somehow, seeing them here, on a date out in the public with Shaun's arm possessively around her waist and the two of them laughing together made me feel more jealous of him than anything they'd done before. It didn't seem like I had any right to be jealous since I was only a few minutes from taking my girl with me to our hotel room but that didn't stop the jealousy from burning inside me. I couldn't help it though, every time I thought how jealous I was of Shaun having my wife, it turned me on so much!

We crossed the street, and I gave my wife a nice hug. She greeted Trisha warmly and said, "I didn't know you were coming to Pendleton. How long have you been here?"

Without thinking, I answered, "We came down this morning and went to the rodeo. I hoped to see you there."

Michelle started to respond, but Trisha already had her arms wrapped around me and her lips on mine. Never one to take advantage of an innocent girl who was apparently influenced by outside factors, I opened my mouth so her tongue could slide in and pulled her tighter to me. Trisha's hands were entangling themselves in my hair while she was making love with my mouth. When she finally pulled away, she said, "Oh God, I don't know what came over me, I just had to do that!" Then she looked over at my wife who was staring open-mouthed, and her face turned bright red. I cannot even come close to expressing how happy I was that I'd coaxed Trisha into that little hypnosis thing.

I looked at Michelle, shrugged my shoulders and said, "I guess I'm just irresistible."

We talked a few minutes, and I couldn't help but notice Shaun pulling Michelle tighter to him as if he wanted to let me know that she was his girl tonight and what they'd be doing together a little later. I both loved and hated it, but what I was certain of was that my cock was hard as a rock.

I needed to get Trisha up to our hotel. Between those kisses, the sexual tension from the whole day and seeing my sexy wife with Shaun, I felt an urgent need to get Trisha alone with me! I told Michelle I hoped she'd have a good night for which she winked, indicating she was indeed planning on it. Then Trisha and I walked the five blocks back to my car, which seemed a lot longer than before. I wasn't nearly so horny then!

Motel 6 is only a little over a mile from downtown, so it only took us a few minutes to get there. I parked, and we both went into the lobby to check in. As I was signing the papers and writing down my license number, the clerk asked if this was the first time we'd been to the Round-up? Trisha dropped her bag and pulled me to her for another of those great kisses. Each time she seemed to get more passionate. This time, Trish kissed all over my face before landing on my lips, opening her mouth for my tongue, engulfing me with her passion. It seemed every time she heard one of those words the kiss became better, sexier and more passionate.

The clerk was watching us slack-jawed, undoubtedly developing a tent in his pants as well. When Trisha finally backed away and caught her breath, I whispered to the clerk, "She's a little anxious I think." Understatement of the year!

We got our room key and practically ran to our room, the tension becoming more evident with each step. As soon as the door closed behind us, the first words out of my mouth were, "Rodeo, rodeo, rodeo, rodeo!" As I'd hoped, Trisha attacked me again, her lips on mine and tearing at my shirt. I much more calmly unsnapped her blouse, then her bra and took a nipple in my mouth. The moment my mouth touched her nipple, I felt her tense up and let out that deep moan, signaling an impending orgasm. As I sucked her breast into my mouth and slid my knee between her legs, rubbing her in that nether region, she started trembling from deep down and let out a loud screech as her orgasm hit her.

We scrambled toward the bed as we shed the rest of our clothes, Trisha pushing me on my back, sinking her pussy down on my erection. Oh God, she felt so damn good! I'd been wanting her, sometimes desperately ever since picking her up in the morning and now we were finally there, with Trisha's heat wrapped around me.

She started violently throwing her arms up and down and yelling "Yeehaw!" while she plunged my shaft in and out of her. I finally realized what she was doing, pretending I was her bucking bronco, and she was the rider from the rodeo. When I realized that, I got into the act as well, doing my best to buck her off, throwing my hips back and forth, up and down as she was riding me with her gorgeous breasts flying every direction. Talk about wild and wooly sex! The real cowboys only rode their bronco for eight seconds; Trisha rode me a lot longer than that! They weren't having nearly the fun either.

Both of us were grunting and groaning, me trying to throw her but steadying her with my hands to keep her from actually falling off. No way in hell did I want that to happen! My cock was in and out of her in an experience I'd certainly never had before, and I doubt she'd had either. When my orgasm started to build, I knew it was going to be another experience for the ages. When I knew I was beyond the point of no return, I grabbed her and pulled her down onto me and plunged my hips up into her and felt like my whole insides were exploding around me. From Trisha's reaction, I think she was feeling much the same kind of orgasm.

My heart must have been beating two or three hundred beats per minute, and I could barely breathe when it was finally over. Trisha had collapsed on my chest, and I held her tight to me, my cock gradually softening inside her. When she rolled off of me, I realized we were both covered in wet perspiration, and it must have taken ten minutes for my heart rate to slow to somewhat normal.

She had rolled away, and I wrapped an arm around her and whispered in her ear, "I think I'd like to do that again sometime!"

She responded with, "Uhh, me too!"

As we spooned together, I quietly asked her, "Have you ever had a kitten that could fly?"

She rolled back over, sat up on an elbow a little bit and asked me, "What? Where did you hear that?"

I didn't answer her, instead asking, "Well, did you?"

She explained... "Years ago, I remember I used to have dreams about a kitten, but I never told anyone about them."

"Was it a white kitten that flew off the top of the refrigerator?" I asked.

Her eyes were wide and her face showing astonishment when she whispered, "Yes." She paused a little before asking, "How, how can you know about that?"

I told her about the hypnosis; the flying kitten, the cold and hot she experienced as well as unbuttoning her blouse to cool off. As I was talking, her face took on a look of total disbelief. "But, I know he never hypnotized us, I heard him say that none of us were. He gave up after just a few minutes and let us back off the stage."

"You all were for probably forty-five minutes or so. He asked everyone silly questions like, "Did you have a talented pet?" He sent you out in a blizzard, and I watched you shivering then warming up by the wood stove. When he told you it was so hot outside, you had three snaps undone before he stopped you."

Trisha's face was red with embarrassment. She whispered, mostly to herself, "I don't remember any of it. All I remember is he made me a little bit sleepy then said he hadn't been able to hypnotize us, so we left. I don't understand."

"At the end, he told you that you wouldn't remember anything except getting sleepy. He did one more thing too."

I think she was almost afraid now, "What?"

"Before he woke you up, he told you that whenever you heard the word rodeo or roundup that you'd need to kiss your partner."

Now she looked horrified, "I didn't understand why I needed to kiss you so badly, but I wanted you and couldn't resist. You mean it was from those words?" I could see her wheels still turning inside her head so I waited before I spoke. She went on, "Then why just now when you told me that, you used those words, and it didn't do anything. Why not now?"