It was pretty simple really. I needed a gun to give to my brother's wife. My brother is a cop. Buying a gun direct could raise some flags so I went to the gun show. There's one every spring in Ogden. I'd make a day trip of it. The worry was that my brother would end up shooting some guy he might catch fucking my sister-in-law Nickie. Nichole was what my brother always called her. Nichole Marie.
Nickie was one of those Mormon wives that needed a little extra fucking and my brother's cop hours gave her a lot of opportunity. I'd been between her legs with my cock shoved up her cunt a few times myself. After all, what's a cop's wife going to do to relieve the stress?
So, the concern was that some perv would rape Nickie while my brother was a work. Nickie didn't like the idea very much. Before I left with four hundred dollars in my pocket she told me she'd rather let a guy fuck her than shoot someone. She'd rather fuck a guy than do a lot of things.
Eight bucks to get in a gun show? Glad I got the discount. The place was a circus of guys with tattoos, scruffy beards, and stomachs over their belts. Some of the wives were pretty hot, almost exposing nipples to get a guy's attention to whatever they were selling. The spouses didn't mind what it took to help with a sale.
Survival meals, sniper rifles, machine guns, ammo and so much Camo you couldn't believe it. If the Camouflage worked the place would look empty. Instead there must have been several hundred insane sons of bitches. Everything was anti-government and kill, kill, kill. Some offered targets of terrorists and others cut outs that said FBI across the chest. What a fucking bunch of loonies.
There was pussy every where. Some young stuff dressed in "Fuck Me" style that caused me to wonder if they wanted to sell guns and ammo or themselves.
My orders were to get an automatic pistol small enough for Nickie to handle. My brother told me several brands and models to look for. The joke being if his Mormon cunt of a wife saw a black guy run at her with a foot long cock sticking out she wouldn't run or shoot, but lay down.
I found several guns that matched what I was seeking. I didn't want to pay the prices. One rather dastardly fellow they called "Big Arnie" said he could offer me a deal on something he had in his truck. The parking lot was full of dealers trucks and trailers. This guy led me to a trailer with a side door. He opened the door and beckoned me inside. The inside was shelves and racks along each wall. Obviously this was he got his goods to market. His wife was inside Golden Spike Arena running the booth.
He showed me a gun that was a good match for what my brother wanted for Nickie.
"I can make you a deal on this one if you don't need a receipt and aren't going to register it."
I wondered what the fuck. It was new with tags and in the box. It was tagged $450. He offered it for $300 with trade.
"I don't have a trade."
Something wasn't right.
