Western Rider 20

I stir slowly awake. My nose tells me I'm not sleeping in my love shack. There is no smell of horses, the stalls and stable, and my musky love shack, but there is a very soft smell of cleaner.

And my dick is getting softly sucked. It is morning-wood hard.

I like that sensation of tongue on my dick. I'm groggy as fuck. There is a soft tongue down there, and sucking going on. I'm naked. There's an arm reaching around and softly squeezing my butt. The snort of hot breath comes just before my entire morning wood is in this mouth and partly in the throat.

Opening one eye, I see it's Robert. He's gently bobbing right now. Breathing is a little tough for him. My eight thick inches in his mouth is gentle, anyway. He pulls my left butt cheek up a bit and I feel a breeze on my asshole.

He leaves my dick. He must have a plan. I'm too sleepy to have a plan.

He knows I'm a bit awake and pushes me on my back and lifts my legs by the knee pits. A pillow goes under my butt. My dick gets suck-popped, then down he goes, sucking my nuts gently, lots of tongue. He's headed to my butt, which makes me happy.

There is an intent look on Robert's face. His dick is hard. He dives down and licks my ass for the longest time. If I wasn't awake, I was THEN.

Another pillow does under my butt and he holds my legs. Freehanded, his dick goes to my pleasure palace and he opens me up like he owns me. The penetration goes fast, he is lubed and like stone up my ass. Glorious!

He bangs my box, holding one ankle tightly in each hand. He pounds my hole with even strokes. My gland is very happy. I am leaking cock honey all over. He dips down to suck it off my dickhead. This turns him on a lot and the pounding is getting harder.

I feel his hands change their grip and his breathing gets strange.

Oh yeah, I remember to look at the mirrored ceiling above the bed! There he is, pounding my ass, his cute little butt thrusting, driving his dick hard into my hole.

Robert drives it very hard, his mouth opening, his eyes on mine. His face screws up and I feel it. He is breeding me. I feel the pulses now, and the wetness inside. He takes a very long time to finish squirting and loves the feel of my wet box.

Relaxing, he moves out and away from me. I gotta to remember to tip the maid.

I suck his dick. And grab him and flip him hard, face down on the huge mattress. The tube of lube is right there. This is gonna be fast. No fucking pillows. I part his cheeks and lick three times. Squirt some lube there.

Grabbing his arms to pin him, I take my dick where I know it goes, right to his hole, and I nail him. Push. Robert opens, now for the fourth time since we were married yesterday afternoon. I sink as he moans loudly. He can't see himself in the mirror up above. Tough shit.

I fuck his cute heinie hard. Husband hard. Can't escape hard. I'm going until I nut in his butt. Again.

He grabs a pillow and yells into it. Must be sore down there by now. I don't care. I'm using his slick hole for my pleasure, to get off. My own wet hole feels the wet breeze as I pump. Fuck Yes.

But I'm not a sadist. I cover him and work my hips to drive my dick. I'm in pretty deeply. I stretch out my arms and get some purchase, and I blow my nut. It's great fun, and there's not a lot of sailors and swimmers this time, not like the previous three times I fucked Robert. Satisfying, anyway. I leave my dick in his hole and lick his neck. He's panting more than I am. He's a decade older, but pretty fit.

I flip us over, my dick still in his hole and pump a few times. Feels good. Then I kiss the fuck out of him. The look on his face can't be bought, it's priceless. There's girl in there somewhere, I think, this helpless girl who's just been fucked within an inch of her life and she's swooning. So I kiss him harder.

"OK wife, we need a shower," I finally tell him.

"Wife??" he says.

He gets the cutest look on his face.

"Wife...." he says, like a parrot.

"Wife." I agree. The man is smitten. I guess I am, too.

For the longest time, we just lay there, looking at each other in the mirrors. Yeah, tip the maid.

* * *

There's a great place for crazy breakfasts on Las Vegas Boulevard, not far from where we were hitched. Robert has woken up and is now fueled on fru fru coffees. Electric. He's happy and he's on fire. It's only noon, but he could conquer the world. Damn.

I want some exercise. I'm feeling limber. Robert suggests Red Rock Canyon.

"Let's go hiking."

Sounds like a good idea.

"I'll find a place to suck your cock." he says.

Deal.

The sun is fucking hot. We are way up some canyon with a backpack of water bottles (and lube he didn't see me sneak into the pack). No one is there on a Sunday afternoon in the heat except the diehards and us. Robert keeps teasing me.

"Can I suck your dick- here?" he asks, almost giggling.

"No."

He pouts. We go further up the canyon, some twisty parts. There is a small bluff.

"Here?" he asks.

I nod and whip it out. He sucks me as I stand, looking out. He wants it. I deny him 'cause I hear some rocks crunching down the way. Robert pouts again.

Further we go. There's a couple behind us. He's heavy set and is huffing and puffing and we give him water. She's perky, built hot, world class butt and skinny waist, big ole titties. She pours the water on her t-shirt in front of us. She doesn't see Robert roll his eyes. They move on, we wait.

I whip it out again. Robert sucks. He's good. Damn. I'm about there and we hear crunching, which makes me nut right away. He gets it, and keeps going until the crunching is close and I tuck it away. Four people move on past us. We decide to head back, his mission accomplished. We chug water by Robert's car.

When we get in, his car display says he has a half a screen full of messages. Business. On a Sunday afternoon. I shrug. He drives. Four calls later, I learn only that there's some deal going sideways, and what about this filing and that terms sheet. I'm none-the-wiser.

There's a nice cowboy bar, most of them gay and queer cowboys, on the southside of Las Vegas. We're headed there. I don't drink, but Robert will. He's still glowing and smiling, happy as a bug. When we arrive, it's starting to fill up. I know Robert wants me to publicly fuck him somewhere. I suggested a bathhouse. Gay bars aren't good for fucking, but he thinks we can pull it off in the restroom.

"Why?" I had asked him.

"I wanna be publicly owned. With a wedding ring on. By my husband."

He told me this as we consummated our marriage yesterday. He was having so much fun, I had agreed to it.

Back in the day, you could get fucked, sucked, and spun around in a gay bar in Vegas. Ask me how I know. These days, they might lose their liquor license. Not like the old days.

I was a young buck back then. Queer sex was a lot more open, even a decade ago. Now, it's like they're either not interested in a sex rep, or the religious types are taking over, or the politicians are listening too much to the casino owners, or something. Just not as easy as it used to be to have a wild time.

I fucked Robert in the restroom anyway. A half dozen guys were only a little shocked, I guess. Robert was insanely turned on with lust. This was his thing. His need. I boned him in the restroom, shamelessly, holding off until I just had to squirt. One guy peed, then offered Robert his hardon. Robert took it, but the guy left and went back into the bar. I fucked Robert hard. It was good.

I'll admit it. It was really good. I busted a helluva nut up his hole. It must be plenty sore by now. This is FIVE TIMES in twenty-seven hours I have nutted up his ass. Glad I ate a good breakfast.

We leave, and head to The Strip. There's a show. Table waiting, second row. A half thousand of us watching. We have excellent seats. It's pretty camp. Robert drinks a little too much. I'm half holding him up.

Driving this complex car of his is easy, as I had watched him do it. He's about out. The valet takes the car and I'm tempted just to throw Robert over a shoulder, but we make it to the hotel room. I undress him and tuck him in. He wakes up the next morning, feeling like mud, and his phone is going off like firecrackers. He's on the phone while room service delivers breakfast, and three jugs of fru fru coffee.

We have to leave. We're heading to his place in LA. I've never seen it. It's somewhere up Malibu Canyon, which I've only heard of.

When we get there, it's pretty huge, four levels, pool, stands of arbor vitae thick as brick, and push-button everything. The view is sort of narrow, but very nice. I look around after the quick tour. His phone keeps blowing up with messages. More firecrackers.

He says I can skinnydip, so I do. Nice fucking pool! I'm naked in LA, married, and watching my husband swear through the tall glass windows that overlook the pool. His hands are making crazy swings as he talks on the phone. This is his life, I guess. I sort of pine for my stables. I'll get there soon enough.

Finally, he walks out the door towards me, naked as I watch him. He has cute tan lines, but he's raw to the sun right now. Half erect. Dives in and comes up to me. His legs wrap around me, and I feel his dick softly poking me as we make out.

"Sorry, Joe. Sometimes things go sideways. I think the fires are out."

"I saw some of the actual burned out stuff down the way. It looks like it got really close to your house here."

His head dipped.

"Yeah. Coulda been me. It's really sad."

"You gonna keep this place?"

"I'm selling soon. It takes a long time to sell a place in Malibu. The paperwork is ludicrous."

I nod. I cup his buns and pull him hard against me and we make out.

Shocked, I see a very inked woman come out onto the terrace. WTF? Robert sees my face and looks over.

"Joe, that's Linda." Robert turns and yells out, "Hey Linda, meet Joe!"

Her hand comes up and does this little wave thing. She goes behind the fence and pulls out stuff.

"She works for me."

"Oh."

Out comes a test strip, she pokes it in the water, and she reads it, not looking at us. She looks up through her shades and goes back behind the fence. I hear rustling. She returns with a net and starts fishing and cleaning stuff out of the pool, ignoring the fact that her boss has an erection poking me, and I'm holding him up by his cute buns. I have to giggle. Fuck. This is strange stuff.

Robert announces he's making dinner, so I release him. He swims and gets out. She ignores him. I swim to the ladder and get out and wring the water out of my ponytail. Finally, she looks over.

"Nice dick, dude," she says and starts swirling that net around another part of the pool, where Robert and I were.

I walk into the house, which is slightly chilly. Robert has only an apron on. I grab a towel from his stack and dry off. There's a hamper. Somehow, I think someone will grab that hamper and deal with it. Also strange to me.

Back at the stables, I do tons of laundry, almost every day. I wonder if I have graduated from laundry boy to something else in life. The thought weirds me out.

Forty minutes later, we're eating dinner on the patio, the large square umbrella moved to shade us. Fish and broccolini. Never had broccolini before; tastes good. Robert goes on and on about the sideways deal earlier. He's replaying it in his mind. Linda scurries back and forth, doing chores, including getting the hamper of towels.

Tasty dinner. Robert drinks wine with it, sits back and groans a little. He's so cute. We're naked in Malibu. The sun is setting. My husband just made dinner. He's looking pretty cute.

I'm still not getting used to this. I hear the door slide open, and something catches my eye.

It's Linda, she's naked, heavily inked most places, and she dives into the pool. Robert nods.

"Employee perk." he says. I gotta laugh. Holy shit. She swims and swims and is a fish. Robert sort of ignores it all. He pours more wine. Talks about going up to Santa Barbara one day soon.

Finally, she gets out, and dripping wet, walks over to us and starts busing the table. I try and read the symbols of her tats. She has a very furry dark brown fading to maybe blonde cooch. I notice her pits and legs are also unshorn in any way. Oh, and there's a glint of a barbell piercing in her cooch. She notices I'm looking. Robert is filling his wine glass when she drops something, and turning around, bends over to pick it up. She winks her dripping brown eye at me. It has light blonde fur around it, too.

Robert doesn't notice. Maybe it's more of a starfish. Maybe I'll get to see it again. I'm guessing so.

She gathers all the stuff up like a waitress might.

"I'll get that!" she says as I get up to help.

"Thanks." I hand her the last plate.

"Absolutely!" and she balances the whole mess on one arm with the other hand filled, toes open the door and marches into the house.

A minute later, she asks Robert if there's anything else. He smiles. "No-- see you tomorrow!"

Linda smiles and the door is shut.

It's a leisurely night on the couch. Robert has matching undies for us. We cuddle. Early in the morning, I have to be gone.

Robert's arranged for a co-op flight to Steamboat. My truck is parked there.

It's all fast and Hollywood shit and a cramped fucking jet and I get off at Steamboat with two couples. They're quiet and keep to themselves. My truck fires up, and I'm back at the stables three hours later.

There are no phones blowing up like firecrackers when I get back to the stables. No huge messes going sideways. OK, there are a few messes, but horses made them. Easy cleanup. Soon my herd is mostly happy and it's late. I take a fast shower and eat. Then it's hot tub time.

My steam signal goes up into the night air. So far as anyone knows, I was just out of town on a four-day weekend. No one has seen my small round extra piece of jewelry.

Ocho comes around first. He's in aching need. His big dick looks so good to me. Every time I see it I thank my lucky stars. I suck it. Work his tits. He's horny and doesn't need much to get pretty forceful.

I want fucked by that big damn stick and he obliges me. He is twice the length of my new husband's dick and his girth makes me happy. He splits my assring like he owns it and is up my hole fast. He waits for a second to get used to my insides being expanded. It is damn big. He knows it. But I'm there for his need, and his need seems especially strong tonight.

It feels really good. Fuck Yes. My butt is GLOWING. I wonder if Burt and Kathy will be by soon, 'cause Ocho is going to nut pretty soon. I can tell.

Then he does. Yeah, baby. He growls that load far up my tailpipe. I'm deliciously creamy in my butt. Yes!

And he's gone. Just like that. See ya. Doesn't even wave. Man on a mission, now accomplished. I salute him as he walks back to his fifth wheel. My ass still glows anyway.

I sit on the side deck. Would Ocho ask me how my trip was? Did I have a good time? Did anything interesting happen? No. He wanted to pleasure himself in my faggot ass. Oh well. My ass is happy.

And my dick is really stiff. I wank it a bit. I might just pop off and call it a night but then I hear the happy couple, Burt and Kathy, coming down the hill. They greet me warmly.

They ask after Ocho, and I tell them he's one and done. They look at each and sort of shrug. Kathy is looking at my dick and wanks her husband as I watch. This might be fast, too.

She sucks on me. Keeps wanking him. Wanks me, too. Busy woman.

Finally, she pulls off.

"How was the trip?"

"Fine." I tell her. She smiles.

"Get laid?"

"Several times," I reply. She smiles. She's still softly wanking me. She might be a little bit drunk.

Then she looks at my hand. Burt slowly realizes he's not getting touched and looks up at Kathy.

Stops wanking both of us.

She points to the ring on my finger.

"What's that?" she says.

"'Got married."

This look of abject insanity crosses her face as she turns to me.

"YOU WHAT??"

"Got married. To Robert. In Vegas."

That insane expression gets sort of weird looking.

"WHAT THE LIVING FUCK, JOE!!"

Burt looks very alarmed. I shrug. Kathy goes sort of limp and both her hands drop, and she sits down in the tub.

"Joe, you know that man is our boss!" she finally says. I nod.

"Changes nothing." They stare at me like I have three heads.

Kathy gives out a large sigh. She's shaking her head. She gets up and lifts my hand off the deck and peers at my ring, and puts my hand back down, gently. She looks up at me for the longest time, then at Burt, then at me.

She smiles, finally. Then she sucks my dick happily as her husband watches. Both her hands wank me as she sucks. She pulls off for a second and smirks at me.

"I've never fucked my boss's husband before."

I smile and look at Burt.

"I have."

That one got a laugh.

"'Even more fun if you get the husband AND the wife. But you are under zero obligation for sex. Just so ya know. Cum and go at your pleasure."

They both nodded, oddly. I hadn't considered that dynamic.

Kathy bent down and sucked my dick again.

Back to normal.