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This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any coincidental resemblance to actual places or persons is just that, coincidence. Copyright 2023, Coyote Howard.

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Hannah and Brady had decided to get away from the kids for a bit.

These horn hunting trips were fun, and more than just camping. Brady always needed something more than camping, and when he was happy the family was happy. For Hannah though, as the mom, this was a ton of work.

If she thought about too much, she’d work herself up into a pissy mood, and she had goals with this ride.

Brady had wanted a new ATV after they’d gotten rid of their first two and trailer, so she’d stated he could, but they’d have to discuss having a third baby.

And they had discussed it. He wanted to wait, she didn’t want that much of a gap between the kids.

It was an- ongoing discussion, but overall they were happy together and with their lives.

The two of them bounced along the dusty trail with their plume of dust being carried of by the warm eastern Idaho wind. She rode behind him, sunglasses on her pale green eyes and shoulder-length, platinum blonde hair in a bun, clutching his body to stabilize herself and to enjoy the closeness. And also to enjoy the angle of her jeaned hips on the seat, her legs spread naturally due to the design of the machine. Her clit pushed deliciously into the foam, the vibrations continually sending tiny shocks through her system.

He in turn enjoyed her body against his, and especially her white tank top covered, C cup tits being pressed into his shoulder blades. Little did he know her nipples were getting harder and harder against her bra with each minute they rode.

It was at this moment that Hannah thought of the BBQ from several weeks before, and how her friend Jenny had suddenly pulled her husband Steve into their powder room and had sex with him.

The boldess of it had ignited something within Hannah herself, who’d in turn taken Brady upstairs and allowed him to plow her vigorously. They’d both cum, her several times, in a matter of minutes. Their friends had given both couples good natured grief for their impetuousness, and it was of course still talked about.

Neither couple really cared though.

And as Hannah thought of that day, she did the math and realized today was one of her most fertile.

They came up to a bend in the trail with a gorgeous view of a whole ridge and Brady pulled the ATV over to a stop. He rose and climbed off, getting his binoculars out and began glassing the hillside.

Hannah made her decision and hiked her leg over the seat in order to put her left toe on the heel of her right boot, slipping it off, then followed by the other. She stood on the floorboard and undid her jeans, sliding them and her plain bikini cut grey panties over her plump MILF ass and down to her ankles.

She reached down, pulled her boots back on then pulled her leather belt from her jeans. She seated it around her shapely hips, then reached under her tank top and unclasped her bra, pulling it free and onto the floorboard of the machine with her jeans and underwear.

Lastly, she pulled the front of her top down so her tits were exposed. What warm blooded male could resist?

She walked up to Brady and without ceremony knelt in front of him, staying on her feet so she was kneeling obscenely, her knees spread wide.

The breeze had made most of the noise she’d made imperceptible to her husband, he only noticing when she’d come near, and that wasn’t out of the ordinary.

What was unusual was his fly suddenly being undone, his glassing immediately stopped to look at his mostly undressed wife fishing his eight and a half inch cock out of his boxers and jerking it off as she looked up at him with a smile.

“Brady?” She asked coyly, kissing his quickly hardening mushroom head.