I am Wilfred Warren and this is my true story of what happened to me when I got my first job. At twenty-seven, fresh from MBA school back east and newly married to my childhood sweetheart, I accepted a job with a firm in Fort Worth, Texas - "Cowtown" they call it. I had never been west of the Appalachians. My employer was a conglomerate owned by a big rancher and businessman named Jefferson McDuff III. My darling wife, Sheila, was twenty-five. We began dating when she was only sixteen and I was the only man she had ever been with. About five three, with a fabulous body, her measurements were 36C - 22 - 37. Her best feature, I thought, was her wonderful ass, which was hard yet soft, jutting and inviting. Her brown hair was to her shoulders and she had a sweet smile and big brown eyes. Our sex life was good but not great. With some pushing, she would suck my cock and once I had been up her ass once but she really did not like it. I had tried to get her to open up by to no avail. I had been faithful to her during our relationship except when I was out of town. Out of town, I was on my own and I had scored every time. I had been at work only two weeks when my boss, Ralph, told me Mac, as everyone called Mr. McDuff, was throwing a big barbeque and dance at his ranch. Sheila and I had been invited to go. Ralph, and his wife, Mary Lou, took Sheila and me shopping on Saturday for western wear. We got boots and shirts, hats and belt buckles, the whole shooting match. Sheila decided on a western blouse and skirt, rather than jeans. As we shopped, I saw Sheila's eyes were wide with sexual excitement. I remembered the only sexual fantasy she had ever mentioned was to be a cowgirl and have the cowboys fuck her until she could not walk. I wondered what the party would bring. I had heard McDuff was a wild man, particularly with the ladies. In fact, the story was any husband of a woman who fell into his bed was rewarded by faster promotions and additional compensation unless the husband complained. They told the story of a husband who did complain, attacking McDuff when he found him fucking his beautiful, young wife. McDuff beat the hell of out the cuckold husband, tied him to a fence post, and made him watch as McDuff, most of the ranch hands, and several company executives, fucked the guy's wife to oblivion. The guy lost his job and his wife, who stayed on as McDuff's personal slut. The day of the big party, Sheila was high was anticipation. I kissed her as she stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself. "You seem very excited," I said calmly. "Oh, Wil, I am going to a real western dance with real cowboys! Can you imagine! Real cowboys!" "You're not thinking of fucking a real cowboy, are you?" "What do you mean?" she asked wide eyed. I could tell she knew exactly what I meant. "Are you thinking of committing adultery today with a cowboy?" "Wil... I love you very much..." "And, I love you. Are you going to fuck somebody else today?" Her expression became unsure, embarrassed. "It is just a fantasy. Nothing will happen. I am your sweet, loyal, little wife." "Baby, relax and enjoy. What happens, happens. Remember, I love you no matter what you do." She looked very quizzical as if she did understand. Then, a sexual, demanding look came over her face. "Are you sure?" "I am sure." "My god, I love you, Wil. You are more man and more husband than any woman deserves." "Just remember you said that," I replied, my eyes steely. "I will. You remember I love you." We were dressed and ready at three when Ralph and Mary Lou picked us up. As we waited, Sheila was twirling in front of that mirror. She looked like a wet dream. "What are you doing?" I asked innocently. "I am not wearing panties. I was trying to see how hard I have to spin before someone could see my pussy." As we drove to Mac's ranch in their car, Ralph and Mary Lou were happy and talkative. Soon, all four of us were babbling like old friends. "I hear McDuff likes to hustle the ladies," I said in a conversational tone. I saw a glance pass between Ralph and Mary Lou. Sheila quivered. "You heard right," Ralph said with a hearty laugh, turning to his wife. "He really hustles them, doesn't he, Mary Lou?" She turned a beet red and ducked her face in embarrassment. When she looked at us, sexual desire oozed from her. "You two need to talk about how to handle things out here." "Handle what?" I asked. "Handle it when Mac wants to fuck Sheila." "We have talked. What happens, happens," Sheila said. Then, she looked at me questioningly. I squeezed her hand and winked. "Wil, have you heard the stories about the husbands that challenged Mac?" "Yes," I answered. "But, I don't believe it." "Believe it. They are true. It has happened three times. Each time Mac beat the hell out of the husband, fucked the guy's wife while the guy watched, and took the wife away. Mac kept one. Her name is Sue Ann and you will meet her tonight. One decided to turn pro and is the biggest Madame in Fort Worth. And, the third was given by McDuff to a young man as a bonus for pulling off a big deal." "When do we meet her?" Sheila asked. "You already have," Ralph said as he looked at his wife. Again, Mary Lou blushed, but it was followed by a slutty grin that made my cock stiffen. I pulled Sheila to me and kissed her hard, slipping my hand up to her pussy. Her legs flew open. Her pussy was dripping. It was then I noticed she had shaved her bush. Yes, tonight would be interesting. You might ask why a man would actually encourage his wife to fuck around. First, there was no way in hell I could stop her. Her mind was made up. Anyway, I wanted her to be wilder, more sexually open. This was a good way to do it. And, it could help me in my career. Last, it would give me some opportunities to play around. All in all it seemed like a good deal. By the time, the night was over I would realize what a good deal it really was. When we arrived at the ranch, probably fifty to sixty cars were parked in a field. We walked toward the sound of a country band and the smell of barbeque. Ralph and I left the woman talking to another couple as he led me towards a group. "Howdy, Ralph, glad y'all could come. You must be Wil," he said, sticking out his hand. It was Mac McDuff and his handshake was commanding and dominant. Picture the Marlboro Man but bigger (six four, two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle), stronger, more handsome and more rugged with cold gray eyes that could twinkle when he wanted them to. And, the Marlboro Man was a pretty boy model. Mac had made a billion dollars starting as a high school dropout when he was fourteen. He was brilliant and ruthless. I was glad I had paved the way for him and my wife. I could tell he was exactly the type she would give herself to. "Wil, Ralph here tells me you know I'm going to fuck your wife and share her with some of the boys and you're okay with it?" Brutally blunt as I expected. "Yes, Mr. McDuff," I replied. His eyes softened. "You'll go far, Wil. Do you want to watch when I break her or let her tell you about it later?" "I wouldn't mind watching," I said. "Done deal. Now, you boys have a drink and enjoy the party. Oh, and Wil, call me Mac. All my close friends do." He turned back to the guys he was talking to. We rejoined our wives. "Where were you?" Sheila whispered to me. "Talking to Mac." She said nothing but her expression said volumes. I kissed her. "I gave my blessings to him fucking you." She shivered and her legs got weak. I think she orgasmed just from thinking about it. The next hour or so, we visited, just like any other party. The crowd were key people from the company I worked for, important clients, key personnel from the ranch or one of Mac's other companies and just other friends of his. Sheila had three drinks which was a lot for her. Then, Ralph pulled me aside. "Mac is ready to take your wife. Do you want a woman while he does?" "That would be nice," I said, my blood pressure soaring. "You can have Sue Ann, Molly over there, or Mary Lou. I suggest Sue Ann. Molly is drunk and you can have Mary Lou any time. Just ask me." I told him Sue Ann. "Sue Ann it is. Remember, she is use to a dominant male." Ralph returned in just a minute with an adorable little blonde about five feet tall with an hourglass figure and huge tits. She had blonde hair to her waist pulled back in the longest ponytail, big dimples, a pert nose and pouty lips. "Hi, cowboy," she giggled. I pulled her to me, kissed her hard with my hand on her ass. I felt her give in my arms, surrendering, as I cupped her delicious breast. "Wow! If you fuck like you kiss, I am going to have a fun time," she said. I looked over Sue Ann's shoulder to see Sheila staring at me with a funny little smile. She knew her fun was about to begin. I motioned to her to come over and introduced her to Sue Ann. "I'll be fucking Sue Ann while Mac's fucking you," I said in my best, unemotional, conversational tone. "Wil, I did not expect you to... well, be having someone else, but, Wil... I-I..." Sue Ann gave a little laugh. "Honey, no cowboy... no real cowboy... is going to let another cowboy fuck his heifer without some kind of comeback." The girls started talking, not noticing as Mac walked over to us. When Sheila looked up at Mac, her eyes glazed over like a deer in headlights, dazed and frozen. Sweat broke out on her chin. Nobody said a word. We all were mesmerized by the sexual dance taking place between Mac and my wife as he stared at her for probably a minute of two. I could hear the crowd becoming silent behind us at they became aware of what was happening. When Mac reached for the lapel on her blouse, I saw it zipped rather than buttoned. He pulled the zipper down, unsnapped her bra and pulled the garments off her. She had not moved, not blinked, as he stripped her to the waist. He pulled down the zipper to her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She was naked except for cowboy boots. When Mac caressed her breasts with both hands, Sheila began whimpering. To my knowledge only I had seen Sheila naked before this moment. Now, two hundred people were staring at her bounty. If she was embarrassed, it never showed. But, everyone could see, and smell, her love juice running down her thighs, coating them from crotch to knee. Mac put a leather collar around her neck, fastened it, attached a leash, turned and walked away. Sheila followed after him like a heifer on a halter, her hips swaying sexually. That little heifer was looking forward to being bred. "Come on, cowboy," Sue Ann said, pulling me with her. "Where are we going?" I asked. "To the breeding barn." The barn was a new, metal building with excellent lighting. There were stalls, tack hanging from the walls, all of the things you would expect on a working ranch plus some items which appeared to be designed for woman rather than cattle. There were horses in some of the stalls. A couple of cowboys rolled a leather bench into the middle of the big open space in the middle of the barn and locked the wheels down to keep it still. I noticed the bench had restraints built in. As we stood there, I let my hand wander up under Sue Ann's skirt. She was very cooperative, spreading her legs to let me play with her pussy. As my hand wandered over her ass, I felt something. I traced it with my hand. Sue Ann smiled up at me. "Brand," she said. "I beg your pardon?" "It is a brand. A good cowboy always brands his stock so everyone knows that heifer belongs to him." "All of Mac's women are branded?" I gasped. "Yes. All the keepers anyway. The ones he plans to trade or sell are still unbranded. The other cowboys brand their heifers, too." She acted like it was an everyday, ordinary occurrence. I had never considered it. I felt sure Sheila would not want to be branded because it is suppose to be extremely painful. I had to see Sue Ann's brand. As if she read my mind, Sue Ann raised her skirt to show me. It was the letter M laying on its side. It clicked. Lazy M Enterprises was the company I worked for. Lazy M. His brand. When I looked back, Mac was over the table, pulling Sheila up on it by the leash, leading her as he would a heifer. I realized he had never spoken to her. He rolled her over on her back. Sheila's eyes were still glazed, her expression complete sexual desire and submission as he brought her hands over her head and bound them to the table. He attached the leash, holding her head flat. He bought her legs up, bent and bound them. She was now secure, her ass hanging out in mid air, legs up and open, pussy (and ass) ready and available. You could see her pussy juice oozing from her, literally running down her ass crack. When Mac dropped his jeans, his huge cock fell out. He looked around the room and smiled at a young woman. She looked up at her husband who nodded affirmatively. She ran to Mac, fell to her knees and sucked his cock in her mouth. With everyone else in the room, I watched it grow. One reason I did not mind my wife fucking around is I have a big cock - about eight and a half inches long and nice and thick. Since Sheila had never experienced another man, I felt having someone else would make her realize how good she had it with me. But, I was a midget compared to Mac. Hell! Those stallions in the corral were midgets compared to Mac. I was sorry I had agreed but it was too late. Everyone could see his monster. Everyone but Sheila. She had no idea what was about to be shoved up her sweet pussy. Even as lubricated as she was, I hoped she would be alright. Mac patted the girl sucking his cock on the head. She popped him out of her distended mouth, smiled and ran back to her husband. Mac lodged the tip of his monster cock in Sheila's fuck hole. He shuffled his feet, adjusted the angle, getting ready to fuck her. He grabbed her thighs for leverage. He slammed that monster in her with one hard thrust. "GOD YESSS! OH YESSS!" Sheila's back arched and her legs jerked like she had been given an electric charge. I had never seen her orgasm that strongly but her desire had been building all day. She was bouncing on the table, squirming, out of control in orgasm. I felt Sue Ann drop to her knees and pull my erection out. Her mouth was warm, her tongue active, as she sucked my cock, but, I never took my eyes off my wife. Mac was not moving, letting Sheila do all the fucking. But, Sheila wanted to be pounded. 'FUCK ME! PLEASE, DON'T TEASE ME, I NEED IT SO... I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Fuck me... fuck me..." Her voice drifted off into a sob. Mac slowly pulled out, and, then back in, back and forth. Then, I heard it. He started to sing as he rammed that monster cock rhythmically in my wife's cunt. "I am back in the saddle again. Out west, where a woman is to please. Where all the women on their knees, for my big cock they do plead. Back in the saddle again." The audience apparently had heard this one before. They joined in the chorus. "Whoopie, ti, yi, ya. I make it last all day. Back in the saddle again. Whoopie, ti, yi, yo, fucking fast or slow. Back in the saddle again." I felt my cock twitch, the sign I was ready to cum. I jammed both hands in Sue Ann's hair and began to fuck her face. She deep throated me once before I came a bucket in her mouth. She grabbed my legs to support me as I almost collapsed my orgasm was so strong. Mac's huge cock and steady rhythm had Sheila rigid now, quivering all over, her legs locking down in one continual spasm. I knew she was getting ready to have the most mind blowing orgasm ever. She was totally covered in her own sweat, as red as a lobster (or as they say in Texas, as a new borne Hereford), and the strain was evident. "I am back in the saddle again. Where a heifer is a cowboy's best friend. Where you never are alone, with a heifer on your bone. Back in the saddle again." Even I joined in the chorus this time, as I began to remove Sue Ann's blouse. "Whoopie, ti, yi, ya. I make it last all day. Back in the saddle again. Whoopie, ti, yi, yo, fucking fast or slow. Back in the saddle again." "GOD MAC, PLEASE... PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER! I NEED IT HARDER!" My little wife was begging him to slam her even more. But, Mac stopped, pulling back so only about two inches off cock plugged her pussy. She tried to get some action but her bondage kept her from getting more cock and drove her even crazier. "PLEASE... PLEASE! LET ME CUM! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" "Slut, I want you to belong to me." "YESSS!" "I want to brand you." "YES... PLEASE... ANYTHING!" "What do you want?" "I WANT TO BE YOUR HEIFER! YOUR SLUT... WEAR YOUR BRAND... LEAD ME NAKED THROUGH THE STREETS OF FORT WORTH... SHOW THE WORLD YOU OWN ME... CONTROL ME! BUT, PLEASSSSEEEEE FUCK MEEEE!!" "EEEEE YAHHHH HHHOOOO," he screamed as he began fucking her as fast as he could, driving his whole monster in her cunt. You could see his cock head push her belly out on the in strokes. If he had worn spurs, he would digging them into her, riding hell for leather. Sheila's scream started like a train whistle a long way off, getting louder and louder as her skin got redder and redder and her back slowly arched until only her heels and shoulders touched the table. "YEEESSSS!!" When Sheila passed out, Mac stopped, a big, shit-eating grin on his face. There was sucking sound as he pulled his cock out of her. "Alright, cowboys. Let's breed this heifer." A man dragging his wife ran to Mac's side. He gave Mac his wife and slammed himself in Sheila. Mac pushed the wife to her knees, jammed his cock in her mouth and in a moment, started filling her like a grain truck filling a silo: a constant and heavy steam of matter. She must have swallowed ten times. A line was forming to fuck my wife. It was a long, long line. Immediately, everyone in the place was naked and fucking. There seemed to be no rules except fuck as much as you wanted. I did it with eleven women before I collapsed in a corner. As I watched the others, I estimated eighty of the hundred women there were branded. I noticed many different brands, although almost half of the branded women, such as Sue Ann and Mary Lou, wore Mac's Lazy M. I also observed various other decorations such as nipple or pussy rings, some tattoos, ankle chains, and the like. It was an interesting group. A couple of hours later, we were all out under the beautiful, clear sky, eating barbeque and drinking beer. Those that wanted to be naked were naked but some people had redressed. I was enjoying feeling the cool, dry air on my naked body. Mac came towards me. Sheila, naked except for her boots, followed him, her leash in his hand. "Hey Wil. Y'all watch my new heifer while I take a piss," Mac said with a big grin. I took the leash. "Are you alright?" she asked softly. "What do you mean?" "Well, I obviously enjoyed him fucking me. I agreed to belong to him, to be his slut, to let him brand me." "You were trying to orgasm. Those promises don't mean anything." "Yes, they do," she said fiercely. "I am his slut! He is going to brand me! Oh, Wil, part of me will always belong to you. But, most of me belongs to Mac as of tonight. You are going to have to be happy with what little part of me Mac lets you have." She acted haughty and self righteous. "You mean you are Mac's woman now? Just like that?" I snapped my fingers. "Yes." She looked smug. That really pissed me off! With a mean, nasty expression on my face, I pulled off her diamond engagement and wedding rings and jammed them in my pocket. "Since these do not mean anything, I will take them back." Her lower lip quivered and tears formed. "Wil..." "Consider yourself divorced, slut!" Just then, Ralph motioned to me. As I walked towards him, Sheila followed since I was holding her leash. "Mac wants to see you in the barn," he said. He winked at me. I trudged to the barn, ignoring Mac's new slut who was making little whiny noises as she followed me. Mac was over in the corner talking to a group of five women. When he saw us, he had the woman stand up against the wall, side by side. Each of the women was different but attractive. All were naked and had shaved pussies. "Slut, get up there with them," he said to Sheila. She gave him a funny look and hesitated. He had a quirt in his hand which he flicked against her thighs. She squealed and hurriedly complied, rubbing her red leg where the quirt caught her. "Now, Wil," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder, "we are men of the world and we are cowboys, so we understand livestock management." "I understand you are stealing my wife," I said. His face got very angry. His hand crushed my shoulder and I felt the cold wind from his icy gray eyes. "Wil," he said very softly and very menacingly, "here in Texas, we do not accuse another cowboy of rustling... not unless we are ready to defend our accusations with our lives. More than one cowboy died from accusing another cowboy of rustling. You did not mean to say I am a rustler, did you?" "No. You are not a rustler..." He slapped me on the back real friendly like. "Good. Now, a cowboy needs to build a large herd if he is to be successful. You have one very nice little heifer but you have only one. To help a good ole boy like you, I am willing to trade you any two of these other heifers for her. Of course, it is your decision. If you want to keep the one you have, you can. But, I recommend making this trade, son. I know ranchin' and I know livestock." I looked at the six women standing there. Sheila had her mouth hanging open, obvious disbelief on her face. I guessed she had expected me to always be there in case she changed her mind and wanted to come back. The other five was all trying to look hot. They wanted to be selected. "Obviously," Mac continued, "the more heifers you own, the more feed you need. These others work and earn their own feed. And, they work sitting down, not laying down. The heifer you have does not earn her own feed. And, if we reach a trade, a nice little pay increase is yours from the company." "Can I have a couple of hours to examine them?" I asked. "Shit! Take all night." He slapped me on the back, grabbed Sheila's leash and walked away. Sheila looked back at me with a sad, questioning expression. One by one I started talking to the women, I mean, heifers. I knew all of them would be good fucks so I was interested in finding the right chemistry. None of them had the body Sheila did but all of them were nice indeed. I noticed all five were unbranded and knew they were part of Mac's herd he was willing to trade. I talked to each, taking my time, playing with their tits and their pussies. By the time I was finished, five beautiful women were dripping down their legs and begging me to fuck them. I made my decision. I was going to take Ida, who was the least attractive of the five but still very good looking. She had a good mind, a positive nature and a heart of gold. And, I took Yvonne, a dark haired, black eyed, exotic looking, half Chinese, half Greek mixture that made my cock stiff every time she smiled. Attaching them to each other by their leashes, I led them out of the barn like some disjointed ten legged centipede. Sheila was on all fours with Mac's cock buried in her ass. Him penetrating her virgin back hole must have been the screaming we heard when we were in the barn. I had thought someone was ringing a cat's neck. We joined the crowd watching my boss stretch my wife's ass hole to its limits. She had that look of total sexual happiness and surrender again. Then, he started to sing. "I am back in the saddle again. Fucking all the heifers' rear ends. When I fuck them up their ass, their smile forever lasts. Back in the saddle again." "Whoopie, ti, yi, ya. I make it last all day. Back in the saddle again. Whoopie, ti, yi, yo, fucking fast or slow. Back in the saddle again." He stopped, feeling Sheila's ass spasm on his cock as she climaxed at least twice. He turned her around, jammed his cock in her mouth and filled her up. When she gagged from her own shit and pushed him away, he whipped that quirt across her breasts. Her mouth flew open and her tongue came out. When she had cleaned him to his satisfaction, he wiped his cock in her hair. He left her sitting on her sore ass, wiping his cum and specks of her shit from her lips. "Well, Wil, my boy, what did you decide?" he asked. I could see Sheila behind him. She mouthed "please let me stay with you", begging me to keep her as Mac had indicated I could. Remember, it was only a few hours ago when she told me she belonged to Mac, not me. How things do change! "You are right, Mac. I need at least two heifers in my herd. I will take Ida and Yvonne and call it square." "Damn good choices, Wil. I can see you are a good judge of livestock. I like that in my business people. People who can judge livestock can usually make good money in business. Let's go cinch the deal." I separated Ida and Yvonne from the others, then tied their leashes to a hitching post. As Mac tied Sheila to the same post she reached for me. Mac flicked that quirt again, catching Sheila across her ass. She squealed, rubbing her red ass. "You belong to me, slut! Keep your hands off other cowboys without my permission!" His voice was cold and uncompromising. Sheila's tears began to roll. As Sheila cried, I kissed Ida and Yvonne long and hard, playing with their pussies as she watched. They both begged me to fuck them which made Sheila cry even more. Revenge is sweet! Mac and I went into the office he maintained off the barn. "You know Sheila really wants to stay with you," he said evenly, a soft, gentle look in his eyes. "Yes, I know. I would like to keep her... I really do love her, but, the slut said she belonged to you. If I do keep her, it will be on my terms." He laughed, a good, hearty deep laugh, but, he had a gleam in his eye. "Tell you what, boy, I like the hell out of you! I want you to keep her, but, you are right, you do need to teach her a lesson. I will give you Ida so you can have two of them. Another heifer competing for your attention all the time should keep your little slut on her toes." He chuckled. "I see you took back the wedding ring. Keep it! Brand her instead! I took the liberty of having my foreman make a brand for you. I had a feeling something like this might come up." He handed me a long piece of iron, one end bent round to form a handle, the other with my brand. It was a "WW". "I wanted to give you running Ws but that is used. You can call your brand 'Twin Doubleyous'. My people will register it with the Livestock Association in the morning." I was stunned by his generosity and thanked him profusely. "Now, let's go finish breaking that slut wife of yours." Sheila saw us coming, released her leash from the hitching post and ran towards us. Mac grabbed her arms, threw her over another hitching post and wrapped her leash around her ankles, effectively tying her over the hitching post with her ass up in the air. "Gather round, cowboys!" Mac yelled. We quickly had a crowd. I had motioned for Ida and Yvonne to release themselves and join me. I had one on each side, my arms around them. They were pressed against me as hard as they could. "Any of you slut heifers want to tell me why this one is going to get whipped?" Mac looked around and several hands shot in the air. "Darlene?" he said, pointing to a tall, beautiful woman who was holding tightly to a short, ugly man. "You tied her to a hitching post and she released herself without permission." "Right!" Mac turned to Sheila. "Understand, little slut?" he asked menacingly. Sobbing, she shook her head "yes". "Wil? Please!" she sobbed, begging me to intervene on her behalf. Mac looked at me and winked. "You wanted to belong to Mac. To be his slut. Wear his brand. You got your wish. I would never interfere with another man's ranching. It just ain't done." "Ida, how many do you think she should get?" Mac asked. Ida looked at me, then at Mac long and hard. "Just one, Mac. She didn't know the rule," she said very softly. "You are a good woman, Ida, a fair woman," he replied. "I may have been mistaken trading you to Wil. But, a deal is a deal. One it is." Mac pulled back that quirt and laid it across Sheila ass and thighs. She screamed as her whole backside burst into the colors of a western sunset. She was sobbing uncontrollably as he released her. "Rub it and you get another," Mac told her. Her eyes got big and she fought to keep her hands away from her burning ass. The crowd broke up. Obviously, all the heifers had been required to watch so they would remember that punishment when it was needed was part of a heifer's life. I saw Sheila ask Mac for permission to talk to me. Her face was sad, eyes swollen and red from crying. But, her voice was eager. "I do not want to belong to Mac. I want to belong to you, Wil. You are my husband." "You came here tonight to fuck Mac, to give yourself to him. And, you gave yourself to him much more than you ever gave yourself to me. You got what you wanted. Now, I am going to get what I want: two wild, wonderful, sexual, women to take care of me. Anyway. I divorced you. Remember?" "Keep me! Please! I can be wild and wonderful. I will be. From now on. I promise, Wil!" "No, Sheila. I am happy with Yvonne and Ida. But, we can see each other at the company picnics." I walked away. I could see her crying and talking to Mac. It was ten minutes when Mac motioned to me. "Cowboy, let's cut a trade! This little slut heifer really wants to be with you. She is very happy and willing to do this trade, aren't you?" Sheila, wiping tears away, nodded her head eagerly as if she were desperate for me to accept it. "Wil, you get Sheila and Ida. I get Sheila two nights a month and Ida three nights. I keep Yvonne. When I take one of yours you can have Yvonne or one of my other heifers." "Well, Mac. You know livestock better than I do, but, this heifer (I pointed to Sheila) has been real difficult. She may not be trainable. Anyway, Yvonne loves to get down and suckle a cowboy's short leg. This one..." As I pointed to Sheila, she dropped to her knees and began sucking on my cock. Mac winked at me. "True, she has been difficult," Mac said. "But, I think Sheila here now understands the difference between a regular, Yankee-type slut and a good ole' Texas slut heifer, who knows who her cowboy is and stays within his fence line." Mac threw his arm around me. "She-it! Let's grab a cold one and talk some more." My cock popped out of Sheila's mouth as we walked away, my erection pointing us towards the beer. I heard Sheila clomping after us, Ida and Yvonne tagging along behind her. Mac and I were popping some Lone Star Beer when Sheila joined us. She looked up at me, whispering, "Please, Wil. Take me back." I pointed to the ground. She dropped but Yvonne was already on her knees with my cock in her hand. Sheila pushed her aside and started sucking again. "You know why we brand these heifers, Wil?" Mac asked. Sheila stopped moving. I knew she was listening intently. "No. Why?" "Nobody pays attention to those damn wedding rings the women like to show off. Hell, some cowboys think a wedding ring is a "fuck me" sign. But, a brand means any cowboy who tries to move in on your heifer is rustling. In Texas, we hang rustlers. So, if they grab your heifer and see a registered brand, they think twice about breeding her." "Interesting. Doesn't the branding hurt the heifer?" "Shee-it! It hurts like all bloody hell! It's good for 'em! Makes them remember who their cowboy is!" I could feel Sheila shivering at my feet. "And," Mac continued, "if a branded heifer is caught with another cowboy without her owner's permission... phew. Shee-it! I hate to tell you the punishment she gets! It makes me shiver just thinking about it!" It made Sheila shiver, too. And, Ida and Yvonne were still as church mice, their eyes big and frightened. We walked away again. By now, I wanted to cum real badly but I was not finished breaking Sheila. She scurried after us again. This time, she knelt and sucked me in without instruction. Mac mouthed "fuck her face" as he handed me the quirt he always carried. I put both hands on Sheila's head and started fucking her face, jamming my cock against the back of her throat. When she gasped, her eyes watering, she brought her hands up to control the motion. I brought the quirt down hard on her back. She squealed around my cock and dropped her hands to her side. I jammed again and again. Then, she swallowed as I jammed. For the first time, she was deep-throating me. "Maybe this heifer is trainable after all," I said. I fired a huge load in Sheila's mouth, then pulled out to let some hit her face and hair. I wiped it all over her face. She looked up at me as if I were a god. "Wear it!" "I know to wear your cum on my face, Wil. See! I am trainable. And, Wil... I really want you to train me! You, Wil! No one else!" She started to stand but I put my hand on her head. She wrapped her arms around my leg, leaning against me and staying at my feet. "Another beer?" Mac asked. "No. Let's finish our cattle trade. I will agree on one condition. I want both my heifers branded." "Wil, you understand once you brand a heifer you can't let her go except under real queer circumstances." "I know. I can handle two heifers." "Cowboy, I never doubted that for a minute," he said with a smile. "Stand up, Sheila," I ordered, helping her to her feet. "You understand what I just said. You will be a branded heifer and I will have two of you." She nodded but that lower lip quivered again. "I expect you to behave like a branded heifer and not some slutty wife. The next time you tell me you belong to someone else will be the last time. Understand?" "Do you still love me as much as you ever did?" she asked, her face sad, her red and swollen eyes burning into mine. "More, Sheila. I love you more than I did. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But, you wanted a cowboy. I will be your cowboy and you will be my branded heifer." She put her arms around me and buried her head in my chest. "Okay. Brand me. And, brand Ida, too. I want my cowboy to be happy." In the movies, branding is done by roping the cow, tying them up and holding them in place. On the ranch, technology has made advancements just as it has everywhere in life. A branding chute is used, which is essentially a cage with four moveable walls and ports front and back. The heifer is led in the cage, the walls moved to hold the heifer totally still with the head out one end and butt available through the other end. Mac had a branding cage made for the human heifers he branded. Sheila had tears in her eyes when she crawled in it. The front of the cage fit around her head holding in place. Her arms were pulled through the front and secured. A box in the cage supported her torso and was flush against the front of her thighs. The top and sides moved in to secure her. The back shoved her legs tight against the box. Her ass hung out invitingly. I wanted to fuck her rear end as it hung out there but I controlled myself, playing with her pussy and ass just to tease her. I was proudly showing off my new, registered brand when Mac took the iron and placed it in the coals, getting it glowing hot. Sheila started to struggle as a cowboy gagged her but her struggles were in vain. I asked Mac to do the actual branding since I had never done it. The "WW" brand was put on her ass where a full bottomed bikini would cover it but a French bottomed or thong bikini would show it. Sheila's scream was loud and clear even with the gag. She passed out. Ida was branded next. After the brand cooled and they had regained consciousness, I took my two branded heifers home. At first, Sheila resisted some at her new role as one of two heifers in my herd, but she learned, with my help, to accept the fact she was now owned by me. I knew she had accepted the idea completely when she took me aside to tell me Ida was feeling neglected and I needed to spend a little more time with her. "Can I have my rings back?" Sheila asked one day. I saw Ida watching me intently. Cowboys need to treat their heifers fairly. I ignored the question but went to the jewelry store and bought what I needed. Ida and Sheila had just finished the dishes when I called them in. They both knelt at my feet. "Little heifers, I want both of you to have these diamond rings." I put Sheila's engagement ring back on her hand. Then, I put an identical one on Ida's hand. Ida was ecstatic. I was surprised Sheila did not object to Ida having one, but, she seemed truly glad to have hers and to share with Ida. "Now, I want each of you to have a wedding ring." They both smiled and hugged me. "But, I want you to wear it on your pussy." I led them to the bedroom. First one, then the other, I punctured their vestibule and slipped a tiny ring through the hole. I hung a wedding ring from the attachment ring. A year later, my relationship with Mac was very close. We were fucking and drinking buddies. I had several great promotions and my career was flying. One day, I came home to find Sheila and Ida sixty-nining on the floor of the living room. That was not unusual. They had become good friends and lovers. I undressed and got on the floor with them. "What is new?" I asked, stroking my cock as they both rested after their orgasms. Sheila jumped over, jamming my cock down her throat, her eyes happily smiling up at me. Ida kissed and played with me as Sheila deep throated contentedly. After I came in Sheila's mouth and she swallowed, the two heifers gave each other a knowing look. "What is the biggest possible surprise we could give you?" Ida asked. I gestured I did not know. "We both are pregnant!" They began to giggle and laugh like school girls. I smiled at them, wondering if I was the father, if Mac was or if we had spilt them. I would know in nine months. As I stroked the Twin Doubleyous on Sheila's ass and felt Ida's gentle caress of my balls, that melody ran through my head and these words just popped out with it. "I'm back in the saddle again. Out where a man is a man. Why have only one wife, when two heifers make a happy life. Back in the saddle again." YAHOO! RIDE 'EM, COWBOY!