And there wasn’t any joking around, not even Emma, while they shot into the target I’d nailed to a Lodgepole pine about five feet off the ground.I...t was cold and windy and snowy, but no one complained at all. They just kept practicing. Loading and aiming and firing. Back at the hotel, I watched as they gave each handgun a thorough cleaning.Although, even with a loaded revolver in each of the three bedrooms, it wasn’t an ideal setup. And while Cayuse didn’t comment, I knew he was as uncomfortable. An oily hand wrapped around my, by now, angry red, flashing cock, completed the process.I also had time to take in, what should have had the opposite effect, a naked wife, Maggie, grinning at me from the chair she was sat in. Sam said, “Four-handed?” and they both began work on my front. Not that it made any difference, Sam asked if I wanted a blindfold. I shook my head and she said, "Good, just shut your eyes and relax."Well - I’m not sure of the relax part of what followed, sufficient to say. Serendipity, chance, call it what you will, anyway it happened. On the Wednesday afternoon before the Friday I had determined to talk to Becky, my doorbell rang. I cursed as I was just in the middle of writing a rather important chapter, and it was going well. I almost decided not to respond to the doorbell, when it went again. I resigned myself to answering it. My jaw must have dropped when I saw who it was. Sheila Ewing! She smiled. ‘Hello Jack. Do you think we could have a chat?’ ‘Yes, of. Her frustration was not helped by the rough jean material tight in her crotch, the seam splitting her pussy exposing her clit to the rough material and the constant pressure and rubbing whenever she moved.Wendy reflected, her tanned body and legs from the long hot summer and toned from swimming everyday was always horny. Her absent husbands cock was on occasions replaced by local college freshmen’s cock who knew she was available and enjoyed her experience to bring them to climax over her body..