Sunday, Stables and Sex

Sunday. Stables. Mary. Mix and have sex! So we did. And how!

I knew Mary would be visiting the stables. She was putting Katie's horse up for sale as her daughter was now staying on in Europe and I knew she’d be a bit sad. Horses like dogs and cats become part of the family. I vowed to cheer her up!

She found me rubbing Jack down after my ride and we chatted while I finished and then both went to walk him out to his paddock. I happened to mention (no ulterior motive, honestly), my little ‘play’ on him riding bareback, and Mary insisted she wanted to try it.

“Be my guest,” I said as I eyed her attire. She was wearing a summery dress. “I don’t usually wear knickers,” I explained.

“Okay,” came back the reply. Up her skirt went. Up her hands went. Down her knickers went. She stepped out of them and handed them to me for safekeeping. They were already damp. My, she was in a sexy mood. She’d told me about her gang bang and clearly, she was still steaming from it. There was no one around to see her, but then she hadn’t bothered checking, anyway.

Jack is an accommodating horse, so happily stood still while I gave Mary a leg up. I have to admit I was clumsy doing it. My hand seemed to slide right up her leg as she settled on Jack’s back and she ended up sitting on it, sandwiched between her pussy and the horse. The skirt was not full, so she had to hoist it high and bunch it around her waist so she could spread her legs over Jack. A delicious view! She doesn’t have a thick bush, but standing that close in the open air was horny. “It’s good to have a bit of lubricant,” I advised, as my fingers rubbed her lips. Not totally necessary. She was already damp but best to over lubricate! As I felt her moisten up more, I suggested I walk Jack to the paddock while she enjoyed the sensation. No objection from Mary so that’s what I did.

“Oh my! This is awesome!” I glanced back, and watched her thrusting her hips back and forth. We arrived at the field but there was no way Mary was dismouting.

“Not yet,” she murmured, “I’m almost there.” She now had a hand down frigging herself too and soon her head went back and a long growl of satisfaction followed.

She collapsed forward on Jack, her arms hanging down either side of his neck, as she whispered to him, “Jack, that was divine.” Leaning forward as she was exposed her pussy. An inviting sight. No way I was going to resist the temptation. My fingers slid in and I started pumping. I’d loosely tied Jack to the gate, so he wasn’t going anywhere and we were on our own. Mary wrapped her arms tighter around Jack’s neck while I fucked her with my fingers. Her hips started bucking again. She was fucking herself with Jack. Another orgasm arrived in short order.

Mary slid off his back and we kissed. A long slow enveloping kiss. Her hands burrowed under my top, into my bra tweaking a nipple. My hand massaged her tits in return. Then she was undoing my jodhpurs, pushing them down to my knees. Falling to her knees. Sucking on my cunt lips. Chewing my clit. Still urgent. A hangover from her gang bang. An intensity that caused my knees to go weak. I leant back against Jack for support. He shuffled around, but not enough to disrupt proceedings. I was only vaguely aware of our surroundings too caught up with Mary's ministrations to care. Too late, I realised two riders were bringing their horses out to the paddock. Too late to stop Mary, or didn’t I care? Either way, I let Mary continue. As the two approached, I realised what effect it was having. The stimulus of being spotted, of knowing these two women were going to see me having a lesbian encounter, probably see me come, was unbelievable. God. It was hastening the inevitable. They hadn’t spotted us yet. Jack was acting partly as a shield and with Mary on her knees, she wouldn’t be in their line of sight. That would change shortly. I wondered what their reaction would be. Shock? Horror? Disgust? Delight? Even a request to join in?

Then they stopped. One bent down and examined her horse’s hoof. Much gesticulating then they turned and headed back to the stables. I should have been relieved. I wasn’t. I was disappointed. Bitterly. With my flashing, my exhibitionism, my need was to be seen. Flashing to an empty field seemed futile. My need to be seen to be a slut, not just be one. I had to accept it wasn’t just the desire to be deviant, but the need to be seen as such.

Mary was oblivious to my mental gymnastics and continued sucking and fingering. Now my mind was occupied with the physical and soon unable to resist my lover's attention. I came. Oh, did I come! So loud, so long, so violently that Jack shied away, and I nearly fell to the ground. I laughed. Somehow even in that state of euphoria, I laughed.

Perhaps more hysterical than humorous. I don’t know.

“What’s so funny?” Mary asked.

I explained our close encounter with two potential voyeurs. “Oh, piglet! That would have been fun. Think they may have joined in?”

“No idea. I don’t know either of them well.”

“Perhaps we can try again back at the stables. I feel so naughty today.”

“Ha. I hadn’t noticed,” I said sarcastically as I kissed her. “Yes, let’s do that.”

I had an idea the day might be turning into a sex-fest.