8
Sassy
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Over the next couple of days, I discovered life on a ranch was both easier and harder than I’d imagined.
The mornings came quickly, far more quickly than I was used to, even when I’d been working in the factory. I adjusted, though, eagerly plunging into my new life and trying to push away the nagging worries that had followed me out west. It was easier to forget Lord Carmichael and the possible danger when my husbands were at home, but they couldn’t be there all day.
It shocked me how quickly I grew to crave their presence. I didn’t care how dirty and sweaty they were when they reached the front door, I would fly into their arms for a greeting. Clive had been startled at first, although William met me with a wide grin.
At night, they told me stories about their day on the ranch, answered my questions, and took me out to the barn to meet the horses and barn cats before we retired to the bedroom. They took turns in my mouth and pussy, sometimes using their mouths and fingers on me first, and always, always, bringing me to my pleasure before they took theirs.
Both of them also spent a good deal of time stretching out my bottom, using their fingers, to the point where my fear had receded, and I was beginning to crave having them fill me completely. They had already shown me how much pleasure they could give me that I had never experienced before… maybe this would be the same.
Even if it wasn’t, I truly wanted to please them so much, I would endure whatever they wished in order to satisfy them.
One afternoon, William came riding back to the house, startling me where I was hanging our laundry to dry. Quickly, I strung up the last of the wash, so I could be done by the time he arrived. He didn’t seem to be in a particular hurry to reach me, but concern rose up, nonetheless. Frowning, I came out from behind the line, having pinned the last sheet in place.
“Is everything well?” I asked as he rode up. “Is Clive alright?”
The smile that flashed across William’s face was surprisingly wicked, and I blinked in surprise. I’d been sure that something was wrong. Had he come back to the house just to make love to me?
“Clive is fine,” William said reassuringly. He leaned to the side, reaching for me with his hand. “Come here, I’ll take you back to the house. I have something for you.”
My interest piqued, I took his hand and let him pull me onto his lap on the horse, then gave me a thorough kiss that sent tingles through me.
I desperately wanted to learn how to ride, but the men hadn’t had time to teach me yet. Sitting on William or Clive’s lap while they rode was the best they’d been able to do so far, and I loved every moment of it. To be truthful, sitting on their laps was certainly no hardship. I loved the feel of them holding onto me tightly, knowing they would keep me safe and secure.
Even though the ride lasted less than a minute, since the laundry line was just behind the house, my body was already humming from William’s touch. My nipples hardened, and my pussy creamed in anticipation.
William
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Why had I thought it was a good idea to put my wife on my lap when I knew I wasn’t going to have time to indulge her?
The moment her soft curves hit my thighs, my cock went from interested to full mast. Having her ride with me was exquisite torture. She was a soft weight, her bottom rubbing against my cock, my arm banded about her middle just under her breasts, and the sweet, floral scent of her skin filling my nose. I was going to miss this once we taught her how to ride.
Maybe we’d still occasionally take rides like this for old time’s sake.
Letting her slip off Blaze, I followed her down, hitching the horse to the front porch. Sassy’s eyebrows rose.
“I take it this won’t be a long visit?” she asked, her lips curving upwards. She cocked her head at me, clearly curious.
“Like I said, just something to give you.” My eyes sparkled with mischief as I pulled the box Rhys had brought to us out of my saddlebag. He’d swung by while we were out in the fields. Sassy reached for it, but I waved her hands away. “No, no, let’s go in the house, so I can give it to you properly.”
Confused but curious, she preceded me into the house before spinning around and putting her hands on her hips.
“Can you give it to me now?”
Instead of answering, I pointed to the table.
“Go bend over the table, sweetheart, and close your eyes.”
“I am becoming very suspicious of this present, husband.” She sighed, shaking her head in mock exasperation.
Chuckling, I followed along behind her. “Trust me, wife.”
Quietly, so quietly I almost didn’t hear her, she murmured, “I do.”
I practically glowed at her admission, my chest tightening with emotion. She trusted me completely and without reservation. Not even Clive trusted me that way—he needed to be in control too much—but our wife did. I didn’t have the words to tell her how much that meant to me, but I would find a way to show her.
For now, I needed to give her the present.
She bent over the table, exactly as I’d asked. I flipped her skirts up, baring her from the waist down, and Sassy squeaked, wriggling her beautiful bottom. Her pussy was already plump and glossy with her arousal, and my cock jerked. It felt almost wrong to have her in this position and not plunge into her, but I needed to get back to Clive in the fields.
I had won the coin toss to deliver Rhys’ gift since both of us wanted to start her bottom training as quickly as possible, but Clive wouldn’t take it well if I dallied, and I wouldn’t blame him. While we might take turns having Sassy to ourselves at some point, that would need to be agreed upon beforehand.
Sassy looked over her shoulder, craning her neck to see what I was doing as I pulled one of the polished wooden plugs out of the box. We’d ordered three from Rhys, in growing sizes, and I’d picked up the smallest.
“What is that?” she asked, pushing herself up with her hands to see better.
I swatted her bottom. “Back down on the table, sweetheart.”
With a disappointed humph, she lowered back down while I oiled the wood, making it nice and slick and even shinier than it already was.
“These are going to help get your bottom ready for Clive and me,” I told her, making sure its surface was nice and slick. “It’s called a plug. Today you’re just going to wear it for the afternoon while you get used to it.”
She gasped when I pressed the tip to her bottom and began to push in, already squirming at the sensation. My cock throbbed in protest of its confinement. Ignoring the need pulsing through me, I concentrated on gently opening up Sassy’s bottom, moving the plug back and forth with little motions, pushing it deeper.
Sassy
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Oh, my…
My fingers gripped the edge of the table, and I gasped at the sensation of being stretched open. I had become accustomed to a finger or two when Clive or William had his mouth on my pussy, but this was different.
It was harder, thicker, and there was nothing to distract me from the slow burn of penetration as William worked the plug back and forth inside me.