BACK IN THE SADDLE
Those who read the below may not believe it... but its a true story of what happened to me, some years ago, when I took 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 Austin, Texas - the Capital of Texas. I had never been west of the Appalachians. My employer was a conglomerate owned by a big rancher and businessman named James Avery.
My darling wife, Sharon, 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 that Avery, as everyone called Mr. Avery, was throwing a big barbeque and dance at his ranch. Sharon and I had been invited to go.
Rich, and his wife, Amy, took Sharon and me shopping on Saturday for western wear. We got boots and shirts, hats and belt buckles, the whole shooting match. Sharon decided on a western blouse and skirt, rather than jeans.
As we shopped, I saw Sharons 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 Avery 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 Avery when he found him fucking his beautiful, young wife. Avery beat the hell of out the cuckold husband, tied him to a fence post, and made him watch as Avery, most of the ranch hands, and several company executives, fucked the guys wife to oblivion. The guy lost his job and his wife, who stayed on as Averys personal slut.
The day of the big party, Sharon 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!
"You are 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."
"Migod, 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 Rich and Amy picked us up. As we waited, Sharon 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 Averys ranch in their car, Rich and Amy were happy and talkative. Soon, all four of us were babbling like old friends.
"I hear Avery likes to hustle the ladies," I said in a conversational tone. I saw a glance pass between Rich and Amy. Sharon quivered.
"You heard right," Rich said with a hearty laugh, turning to his wife. "He really hustles them, doesnt he, Amy?"
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 Avery wants to fuck Sharon."
"We have talked. What happens, happens," Sharon said.
Then, she looked at me questioningly. I squeezed her hand and winked.
"Wil, have you heard the stories about the husbands that challenged Avery?"
"Yes," I answered. "But, I dont believe it."
"Believe it. They are true. It has happened three times. Each time Avery beat the hell out of the husband, fucked the guys wife while the guy watched, and took the wife away. Avery kept one. Her name is Susan and you will meet her tonight. One decided to turn pro and is the biggest madame in Austin. And, the third was given by Avery to a young man as a bonus for pulling off a big deal."
"When do we meet her?" Sharon asked.
"You already have," Rich said as he looked at his wife. Again, Amy blushed, but it was followed by a slutty grin that made my cock stiffen.
I pulled Sharon 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. Rich and I left the woman talking to another couple as he led me towards a group.
"Howdy, Rich, glad yall could come. You must be Wil," he said, sticking out his hand.
It was Avery Avery 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. Avery had made a billion dollars starting as a high school drop out 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, Rich here tells me you know I am going to fuck your wife and share her with some of the boys and you are okay with it?" Brutally blunt as I expected.
"Yes, Mr. Avery," I replied.
His eyes softened. "You will go far, Wil. Do you want to watch when I break her or let her tell you about it later?"
"I would like to watch," I said.
"Done deal. Now, you boys have a drink and enjoy the party. Oh, and Wil, call me Avery. All my close friends do."
He turned back to the guys he was talking to. We rejoined our wives.
"Where were you?" Sharon whispered to me.
"Talking to Avery."
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 Averys other companies and just other friends of his. Sharon had three drinks which was a lot for her. Then, Rich pulled me aside.
"Avery 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 Susan, Mary over there, or Amy. I suggest Susan. Mary is drunk and you can have Amy any time. Just ask me."
I told him Susan.
"Susan it is. Remember, she is used to a dominant male."
Rich 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 Susans shoulder to see Sharon 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 Susan.
"I will be fucking Susan while Avery is 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...."
Susan 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 Avery walked over to us.
When Sharon looked up at Avery, 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 Avery 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 Avery 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 Avery caressed her breasts with both hands, Sharon began whimpering.
To my knowledge only I had seen Sharon 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.
Avery put a leather collar around her neck, fastened it, attached a leash, turned and walked away. Sharon 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," Susan 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 Susans 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. Susan 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 Averys 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 Sharon would not want to be branded because it is suppose to be extremely painful. I had to see Susans brand. As if she read my mind, Susan raised her skirt to show me.
It was the letter H laying on its side. It clicked. Lazy H Enterprises was the company I worked for. Lazy H. His brand.
When I looked back, Avery was over the table, pulling Sharon 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.
Sharons 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 brought 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 Avery 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 Avery, 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 Sharon 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 Avery. Hell! Those stallions in the corral were midgets compared to Avery.
I was sorry I had agreed but it was too late. Everyone could see his monster. Everyone but Sharon. 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.
Avery patted the girl sucking his cock on the head. She popped him out of her distended mouth, smiled and ran back to her husband. Avery lodged the tip of his monster cock in Sharons 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.
Sharons 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 Susan 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.
Avery was not moving, letting Sharon do all the fucking. But, Sharon wanted to be pounded.
FUCK ME... PLEASE, DONT 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.
Avery 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 wifes 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."
Copyright ? 1998 by SIC