Rick had retired from the military, and we had settled into Rural City, USA.

The ease of seducing young, eager soldiers, in their prime, had fallen by the wayside. The reality of finding willing, discreet partners set in as we realized we didn't want to be shunned by the community for our promiscuous ways.

We lived approximately thirty minutes away from two major cities. We had not yet perfected the art of finding the correct places to go in the civilian world to find willing partners.

Instead, we perused through adult swinging websites and attended swingers clubs occasionally. All with little success, for the amount of time, effort, and money we put into it.

Dismayed, I resolved to spend more time with female friends in social settings, rather than chasing online phantom players and no-shows. The worst were the men who thought in their first two sentences of correspondence that they could convince me to leave my perfect world and travel a thousand miles to their pathetic existence because they had the one cock I needed.

"What a joke," I thought, "Too lame to go find their own slut in their neck of the woods. Too pathetic to see what their real problem was."

Anyhow, I was planning a night out with some girlfriends I had met since moving here. One lived in a rural town approximately twelve miles away. She had become my trusted confidante and had a penchant for sexual adventures as well.

We had agreed to meet at the local watering hole near her house. It was a small, rural saloon with a Country and Western, redneck vibe. The kind where old men sat around in the daytime sipping their draft beer, and the younger crowd took over at night to let loose.

I asked Rick to accompany me, and he agreed after informing me he would be sitting at the bar and let us girls chat.

We had no plans for a sexual encounter for the evening, but I still liked dressing sexy for Rick, as well as being able to enjoy the gaze of other men.

I opted to go braless with a white, sheer, lacy, long-sleeved croptop that buttoned in the front. It was cut low to expose the top of my cleavage, and just covered my under-boob, exposing my midriff. It unbuttoned in the front and could be pulled slightly to each side, down my arms, to allow me to open the front, exposing my breasts if I so desired. Closed, the sheer material allowed a view of my 36C breast in just the right light or angle.

I added a short, sheer, white skirt and decided to skip the panties. In keeping with the theme, I topped it off with a white cowboy hat, white, thigh-high boots, and my signature pearl necklace Rick loves so much.

I brushed my long blonde hair, applied my make-up, and topped it with nice red lipstick, which I loved, to draw attention to my mouth.

I told Rick I was ready, and he checked me out, smiled, and said how great I looked. I smiled back and told him, "Let's go."

We drove the 12 miles, and Rick kept sliding his fingers up my thighs and rubbing my crotch. I teasingly told him to stop, that this was a girls' night. I enjoyed it, though, and it made me horny.

We arrived, and Rick backed the truck into a spot at the back of the lot. We got out, I adjusted my skirt, and we headed in.

Liz, Terry, and Toni were already there. Terry and Toni worked with my husband at his new job, but had become good friends of mine.

Liz was my best friend and the only one aware of Rick and my lifestyle. She had beautiful red hair, big beautiful breasts, and me, her, and Rick had found ourselves entwined together on a few occasions. That's another story, though.

The girls were there, sitting at an open table. I sat down. Rick exchanged pleasantries, then left us to our girl talk as he found a seat at the bar.

Several of the men bought us ladies drinks and offered compliments, but eventually moved on.

A couple of guys were lounging nearby, and I knew they were gazing at my breasts, which, combined with the alcohol, kind of got my juices flowing. I tried not to think about them, but the thought of a couple of hard cocks pounding me kept entering my mind, so I turned in such a way to give them a glimpse and “accidentally” parted my legs so they could see what they were missing.

Their smiles said it all, and I feigned embarrassment as I slowly readjusted myself, giving them a lingering look between my legs.

With that fun over, I decided to go see Rick and see how he was doing.

I found him at the bar, where he was talking to a guy named Mike, whom we had never met before.

Mike was from New York and was visiting his sister, who had been sick. He and his brother-in-law had come to the bar for a few drinks, and his brother-in-law was talking to some friends at another table.

Mike was quite handsome, about 45, and muscular. He couldn't take his eyes off me, and I would smile at him as the lust began to well up inside me as I again envisioned two hard cocks for my pleasure.

Rick knew me too well and could tell what I was thinking. He smiled at me, that knowing smile, which made my crotch nice and moist, and touched my thigh, sending a shiver down my spine.

I stood between them, leaning against Rick, my hand lightly resting on his forearm. We chatted easily about his life in New York, what he did for a living, the military, and how we had adjusted to civilian life since leaving the military.

I was about ready to rejoin the girls when Mike spoke up.

"You guys smoke weed?" he said.

"I do," I eagerly replied. "Rick doesn't care for it, but I enjoy a good mellow high".

"Well, I can't smoke it at my sister's," he explained. "We will probably be leaving soon.  I'd better smoke it now before my brother-in-law decides to leave for the night. Care to join me?"

"Absolutely," I said, accepting his offer.

"Yeah, I need some fresh air," Rick said. "I might even take a toke or two with you two, if Mike doesn't mind."

"Not at all," he responded. "Let's go.”

I smiled at Liz as we walked outside. Giving her a thumbs up and that mischievous look.

Outside was quiet, except for a couple of folks on the front porch. A light on the side of the building lit up most of the area, but Rick had parked in the back corner with just a little light there.

"Let's go sit on our tailgate," I suggested. " It's fairly dark back there, and nobody will see us smoking."

Rick reached and took my hand to guide me back there.

I took Mike's hand in my other hand. He looked surprised, but I just smiled, and together the three of us made our way to the truck.

Rick let the tailgate down, and the boys lifted me up in the center.

They then positioned themselves one on each side of me.

Mike began rolling a joint as I took notice of the discreet area we had parked in.

I noticed a tree line at the back of the vehicle and on the passenger side.

"Nice, the area is blocked from view on two sides.”  I thought

Between the driver's side of our truck and the bar, there were a lot of cars blocking us from the view of others.

"This could work," I thought.

The light was faint enough that I could see the guys well enough, and they could see me.

I arched my back in a fake stretch to push my breasts closer to the fabric and allow them a view.

Rick complimented me first. "Wow, Crystal, your breasts look so beautiful in this light, wearing that outfit."

Mike quickly agreed, and I gave a sexy smile to them.

Mike lit the joint, took a toke, and passed it to me.

I inhaled slowly and deeply as I pondered my next move.

Boy, was I horny.

Years of marriage had taught me that Rick would hype up the guy, invite him back to our place, have me dress up in lingerie, and spend the night pleasing me. I loved all that, but I wanted fucked now. That would take hours.

I knew Rick was in the pre-stages of inviting Mike back to the house.

Mike was riding with his brother-in-law. He didn't have hours.

I passed the joint to Rick.

"It's hard to meet women down here in the south," Mike said. "They are so different from the girls in New York."

"Oh, how so?" I asked.

"New York girls are pretty straightforward," he explained. "You take them to a nice club, if there's a vibe, they will probably ask you to come home with them. Southern girls like simpler and different things. The outdoors, riding in trucks, country music. You know what I mean?"

I took another toke of the joint, looking him in the eye as I drew the smoke deep into my lungs. Its effects were already beginning to mellow me.

"Oh, I don't know," I said as I handed him the joint. "I think women are basically the same everywhere. We want to laugh, have fun, and enjoy the company of a man, emotionally and physically. The only real difference I see is that up north, the girls say, "You can." Down here in the south, the girls say, "Ya'll can."

I laughed slightly at my joke, still looking at him. I smiled slyly, unbuttoned my croptop, sliding it down each arm, as I exposed my breasts for the boys' pleasure.

"Is that forward enough for you, Mike?" I asked, leaning into Rick and looking at him.

Mike, surprisingly, laughed out loud.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," he said. "I'm in my forties and wanted to do something like this my whole life. I always figured I'd find a liberal New York girl into this. I come down here to Hicksville, and well, here I am. I'm sitting in the back of a pickup truck at a rundown saloon with a beautiful, half-naked woman and her husband. This is fucking wild. You have got to be joking."

"She's not kidding, " Rick said as he cupped both my breasts and began kissing the side of my face. "She is definitely serious."

My gaze was locked onto Mike's eyes.

"Are you going to join us?" I said, extending my hand. "Or sit there looking like a lost puppy dog? I want you boys to fuck me right now."

Mike's face went serious, and he looked around, taking in the scope of how much discretion we had.

I licked my lips. "You boy's going to fuck me, or what?"

Rick stood up first, kissed me, and guided his mouth to one of my nipples.

I let out a groan, then felt Mike's mouth on my other nipple.

Now I was super excited as their mouths kissed and licked my breasts while their hands caressed my shoulders, my back, my sides, and my thighs.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, I felt each one slip a finger into my pussy, working their magic on me.

Soon, I was really ready.

I let out a loud moan and told them I wanted to fuck and suck them now.

Rick grabbed a rubber mat and blanket from the truck and positioned them on the tailgate.

He instructed me to get on all fours, and I complied.

Rick got in the truck bed and lifted my skirt to expose my moist slit and began lapping at my juices, his tongue flickering lightly over my clit.

Mike dropped his pants and stood in front of me as I leaned over the tailgate and took his cock into my mouth.

I was happy he had a decent-sized seven-inch cock.”

One time I had teased a man into a blowjob only to discover he had about a two-inch cock. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry as I sucked him, until he shot about a cup of cum down my throat and face. That's another story, though.

I was licking and teasing his cock, licking the shaft, swirling my tongue, then letting it easily slide down my throat.

I began sucking his cock for all I could.

Rick was giving my pussy a good tonguing. It felt really good, but I needed a cock in that pussy right then. If you know, you know.

I moaned my approval but told Rick I needed his cock in me and went back to sucking as Rick slid his cock in, grabbed my hips, and began to pump as hard as he could.

I really wanted to show Mike what we southern girls can do and was deep throating the fuck out of him, trying to heighten his enjoyment.

Then I would slide it out, lick the shaft, and tongue the head while eyeing him, then totally engulf him again down my throat.

Within a few minutes, my body convulsed, and I took my mouth off Mike's cock just as my climax occurred.

I began moaning loudly as Mike stroked his cock a couple of times and shot a beautiful load onto my face, lips, hair, and breasts. I love swallowing cum, but whenever we have a threesome, Rick loves to see cum on my face. He would love this for sure.

Just then, Rick let out a gasp and released his load deep inside me. I could feel his cum deep within me as he held my hips, convulsing, yet still thrusting until he squeezed out every drop he could for me. He knew it had been a while and might be a while again before we had another such experience. He wanted to make sure I enjoyed it thoroughly.

We disentangled from each other's bodies and repositioned ourselves back on the tailgate, as Mike lit up the joint again.

I could still see a few people on the front porch of the saloon, and I wondered if they had heard us.

They seemed oblivious to us, so I wrote them out of my mind.

"You like that?" I asked Mike. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Fucking wild," Mike said, smiling. "Just absolutely fucking wild."

"I guarantee you didn't enjoy it as much as I did," I said, and took both their cocks into my hands, stroking them.

"We're not done yet, Mike," Rick started. "We need to switch places. This little southern girl needs more."

I got back on my hands and knees and pulled Mike's cock to my mouth to clean it.

"I don't have any condoms," Mike began.

"I'm a bareback kind of girl, Mike," I interrupted. "I can't get pregnant, and Rick and I are both clean. If you need one, though, I have some in my purse."

"I'm good," Mike beamed as I finished cleaning him off.

Mike got in the truck bed and positioned himself behind me, as I took Rick's cock into my mouth to give him the same treatment I had given Mike moments before.

It tasted good; Rick and my juices combined on his cock. The best flavor in the world. Ours, created from our love for each other.

I was waiting for Mike to slide his cock in but instead felt his tongue on my pussy. For a guy new to this, I guess he really wanted to experience it all. I knew he was enjoying the same flavors I was of mine and Rick's juices combined. He was doing a damn fine job of it too as I squirmed and he sucked all the cum out of my pussy.

"That felt great," I thought, then felt his cock sliding inside of my still ready cunt.

I knew Rick was loving his new position. He always told me he loved me, giving him a blowjob while looking down my back and seeing another guy grabbing my hips and fucking me. I looked him straight in the eye and whispered, asking him if he could see it. He replied that he could.

I gave him a few more sucks and licks, while still eyeing him, and told him that it felt so, so good. I swear his throbbing cock stretched an extra inch when I would do this, and I began to suck harder.

Mike was doing great as well. He had reached one hand around to finger my clit as he steadily pounded away, His force pushing my mouth forward onto Rick's cock with each thrust, only to pull me back as he grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him.

I loved the feeling again. The excitement. The hunger. I was where I belonged.

Soon, as my mind took in all the excitement, I was cumming again, bucking, grinding, and letting loose with my convulsions.

Rick tried to stifle my moans by holding my head still with his cock crammed in my mouth. It wasn't enough, though, and my moans of ecstasy floated over the parking lot.

Mike pulled out and shot his wad all over my ass, and I felt it running down my thighs.

I focused on Rick's cock in my mouth and sucked him till he exploded again, grabbing his hips into my face and taking all of his cum into my mouth. I needed it, and I got it.

Now I was satisfied.

No long-drawn-out scenarios, just a good fucking by two of my guys.

Roughly forty minutes had passed since we first came outside. I was happy, the guys were happy, and we adjusted our clothing and headed back to the bar.

The two guys on the porch looked at us as we approached. I'm sure they heard us, and we must have been a mess.

Liz was standing on the front porch as well, smiling.

"You know, Crystal, I could hear you," she said. "Also, you got cum on your face, hair, neck, and legs."

I looked down, laughing. "That's not the only place I'm dripping cum." And I tried to wipe some off with my hands, licking my fingers clean.

"You're crazy, girl. I tell you," she said, handing me a few bar napkins to wipe my face.

"That she is," Mike responded. "Wild. Just fucking wild."

I wiped off what I could, chewing on the napkins a few minutes after I soaked them.

Liz just shook her head in humorous shock.

She told me Terry and Toni had left already, but she wanted to make sure everything was good.

“Everything is fantastic,” I replied.

We said our goodbyes to Mike, thanked him for a wonderful evening, and gave him a deep, passionate kiss

He just shook his head with a smile and said the pleasure was all his.

I disagreed, and we decided it was just a great time for all of us.

"Rick, pick me up at Liz's," I said. "I'm going to ride with her there and tell her all about tonight.

I gave him a deep, passionate kiss and thanked him for the sexy evening.

"I'll pick you up in thirty minutes," he said as he entered the bar to get "one more beer."

"That should be plenty of time to tell Liz what a slutty little girl you are."