Wild Horse Ranch Ch. 04

"I guess you're right," I said breathlessly as she rubbed her pussy all the way up my shaft to my head.

"Now she's asking him. And of course he'll say yes, since he doesn't have to actually pay it," Rachel said with a mischievous grin. She ground her pussy along my shaft, sliding a little farther up each time until I could feel my head engage into the entrance to her vaginal depths. She stopped and then slowly pushed back, sinking me slowly into her pussy. I could feel her hot, wet walls squeeze and caress me as she pushed further down. "I think she's got all of him that will fit inside her."

I tried to turn but she stopped me. "No, don't," she whispered. "Trust me. Just let me be your eyes. I'll let my actions mirror hers so you know."

"Okay," I said as she began to slowly lift and lower herself on me. Up and down she slid, pushing her tits into my face and making sure that her nipples made it to my mouth. I captured each soft orb and sucked her nipples eagerly as I would my wife's if she were riding me this way. Rachel moaned softly and I could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment as she teased us both toward climax.

"I think she's going to climax," Rachel whispered. "Yes, Definitely going to climax." she moaned as she bounced a little harder on me. "Take me. Make me come on you like she's coming on him."

I couldn't help but try and thrust up at her each time she dropped down on me. She pushed me closer and closer to climax as she worked herself toward the same end.

"Oh shit," I groaned as my body jerked and tried to drive up into her. I felt my cock surging shot after shot of cum up into her as the two of us climaxed together. Her whole body trembled and shuddered as she sat on my lap, her breast pressing tightly to my mouth as she panted for breath.

"Oh god. Ohhhhhh god that felt good," she whispered.

"Did he?" I asked softly.

"Not long after you," she breathed softly.

"What's she doing now?"

"The same thing I am. Trying to catch her breath."

"She said you'd find a way to have sex with me. I hope you weren't disappointed."

"Oh trust me. I'm not disappointed at all. And if you want me to go down and do one of those lap dances on the stage for you, I'd be more than happy to. I haven't been on stage for a long time, but I bet I can still shake my bottom enough to get you turned on."

"I bet you can," I said, gently caressing her soft breasts as she continued to sit on my shrinking dick. "You know, thinking about it. It might be fun to see you doing a tease for me."

"I'd love to. Tell me, you want it private, or you want me to strut it on stage in front of an audience?"

I chuckled. "You still like doing that?"

"I haven't in quite a few years. But for you? Yeah, I'd go out there. I'd even go out there with you on a couples night and let you fuck me right there on stage."

"You would huh? You're not afraid to still show off that way?"

"I think my body looks good enough. Don't you?"

"Oh yeah. Definitely!" I agreed.

"I think we need to go take a little shower."

"Yeah? Is she still out there?"

"No, she and Candice left shortly after Ray came. More to the point, she ran off stage shortly after Ray came. I think she's still a bit embarrassed about climaxing in public."

"I guess I can understand that," I agreed as she climbed off me. I could see my cum drooling out of her pussy as she stepped back. She looked down at it and grinned.

"Yeah. It felt good," she giggled. "I'm surprised you had that much left after last night."

"Me too," I agreed as she knelt down in front of me and took my shoes and socks off and then slipped the shorts off my feet. I stood up and looked down at the now empty stage. I couldn't help but wonder what my wife looked like, sitting naked on his lap. It only took a few moments for me to realize, that I probably didn't want to know. She led me across the office and down the stairs. She opened the door into the dancers' dressing room and we headed toward the small showers.

Rachel led me toward the back of the dressing area and the small showers. We rounded around the last row of dressing tables, with their tall mirrors, and I froze, stunned by the sight before me.

It wasn't seeing my wife in the small shower cubicle, the water raining down on her big tits, splashing up into her face and running down her body, or the fact that her feet were spread as far as the stall would allow, or the fact that she had her pelvis pushed out toward the door and her shoulders against the wall. I wasn't startled to see Ray on his knees behind Candice, pumping his long, black cock in and out of Candice's pussy as she was on her hands and knees. No what had me shocked was the fact that Candice was half way in and half way out of the shower stall with her face between my wife's legs. Never in our entire relationship had I ever seen even the slightest hint of proclivity toward any kind of sexual encounter with another woman, and here was Candice, licking my wife's pussy and plunging two fingers in and out of her.

"Oh fuck," I whispered as I stood and watched, my wife not even seeing us because her eyes were closed to keep the spray of water bouncing off her skin out of them. Ray either didn't notice us or didn't care, completely consumed in pumping in and out of Candice's hot little pussy.

"Oh my," whispered Rachel. "This is a surprise."

We stood there, watching the three of them, Rachel's hand finding my dick and starting to gently grip and stroke it as it inexplicably grew harder by the second. "Fuck me," Rachel whispered, pulling me by the dick to one of the stools in front of a dressing table. She leaned over the stool and pushed her ass out at me, positioning us both so that we could watch the threesome happening in the shower. It didn't take much to coax me into her already dripping pussy, or to get me to start stroking in and out of her. I was practically mesmerized watching my wife being finger fucked and licked by a completely-naked Candice, her tits swinging wildly under her chest from Ray's thrusting impacts. In and out he drove himself, the sounds of female pleasure growing by the moment as both Candice and my wife were pushed closer and closer to climax.

"Oh fuck yes," Rachel moaned loudly as I stroked in and out of her. "Ohhhhhhh fuck. You're going to make me come again."

I saw Ray's head turn, apparently hearing us. He grinned at me, and turned back to continue thrusting into Candice with abandon. I felt Rachel spasm around my dick as she started to climax, moaning and grunting in pleasure as she climaxed around my thrusting cock.

"OH FUCK!" I heard my wife cry in the shower stall as her legs started to tremble. "OH god no! NO!" she protested as her body began to shake and tremble. I'd seen this enough times to know that she was in the throes of a seriously hard orgasm, though I wasn't at all sure why or what she was protesting. "OH GOD!" she cried, almost as scream as her whole body jerked hard.

"That's it! Come for me!" Candice said, pulling her face from my wife's pussy as her body jerked and spasmed in front of Candice's face. "Ohhhhh fuck yes. Look at her squirting. Fuck me Ray. Make me come around your big cock!"

"Any time you want, sweetie," Ray grunted. "You want me to fill you too?"

"Fuck yes!" Candice grunted as my wife shifted in the shower, pulling her pelvis back and leaning her whole body against the back wall, her body almost completely out of the spray. She wiped her face and opened her eyes, taking several seconds to focus on Ray and Candice and then, finally, noticing Rachel and me fucking and watching her.

"OH SHIT!" she gasped, once again crossing an arm across her breasts and covering her pussy with the other hand. "David!" she squeaked, surprise in her voice. "It wasn't. I mean. It wasn't what it looked like!" she said as Candice began to gasp and tremble in front of her.

I slowed my strokes and pulled out of Rachel. I stepped around Rachel and walked toward the shower. I stepped carefully past Ray and Candice and into the shower stall.

"I didn't mean for it. I mean, I didn't want you to," she stammered.

"I know," I whispered, pushing my dick down so that my head slipped between her legs. "God I wanna fuck you so bad."

"Now? In front of everyone?"

"Oh yeah," I answered, rocking my hips to push my dick between her legs, her sopping-wet lips stroking across my shaft. I pulled back far enough to get my head between her lips and squatted down slightly and felt my head engage into her vaginal opening. I straightened up and slowly sunk into her. She closed her eyes and moaned as my dick spread her occasionally pulsating vagina. I sunk into her all the way until the base of my cock pressed against her clit. I found her hands and moved them over her head, holding them there like Andrew had on stage the night before. I started to rock my hips, thrusting myself in and out of her pussy, slowly at first but with more speed as the urgency of my desire grew.

"Oh god. You're going go make me come again," she moaned. "How are you going to make me come again?"

"Cuz you want it. You wanna come with me," I grunted.

"Oh fuuuuuck," she groaned quietly. "Oh lover. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fuck him. I didn't mean to let him come in me. I was just trying to learn to pole dance. And then he was there and Candice said- Candice thought it would be a good time to learn to lap dance," she moaned. "I was just going to go as far as rubbing on his cock. I told her that was all I was going to do. I wasn't going to have sex with him, but it felt so good. It felt so good between my lips and he was sucking my nipples and, and, oh fuck, and then it was in me and I couldn't stop. I'm sorry," she moaned as I thrust into her pussy.

"It's okay," I whispered. "Let it go. Come for me. Let me feel you come around my dick."

"Oh god. I love you. I'm sorry, I love yooooouuuuu!" she cried loudly as her pussy clenched around my shaft. The change in sensations was enough to send me over the top with her, and my body jerked and spasmed, pumping my cum deep into her trembling, spasming pussy.

We stood there for at least two full minutes before l let go of her hands and she lowered them. She found the water handle and turned the water off, then leaned her face to mine to kiss me eagerly. We were still kissing as my dick slipped from her pussy. "You're not mad at me?" she whispered as she broke the kiss. "It seems like I keep fucking everyone but you."

I chuckled. "I feel the same way."

"You're not mad at me though? I mean, I let him fuck me. No, that's not fair, not fair to him. I didn't let him. I let myself do it. I let myself reach the point where I couldn't say no. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to feel his dick in me and I wanted to orgasm on him. That's supposed to be yours. Just yours. I'm not supposed to want someone else to do that."

"I've lost track of how many times you've had someone else in you. In fact, I'm not even sure I know how many. I've done it too. With Rachel, with Evelyn, with Candice, with Mandy. Hell, even with that woman on the patio. Each time I wanted to come in them, even though I should be saving it for you. I can't be mad at you without being mad at myself for the same thing."

"What are we turning into?"

"Kids in a candy store?" I asked with a chuckle.

"I'm serious! Should we be doing this? I mean, should we just stop and leave?"

"I don't know what you and Candice talked about after I left, but you didn't come learn to pole dance because you wanted to leave. Only one reason to learn that. You want to try it again. If we leave, you don't get to do that."

"Oh lord," she whispered. "I feel like such a slut."

I chuckled again. "Is there such a thing as a male slut? Cuz if there is, I'm definitely one."

"Stop laughing! What are we going to do?"

"Nuh uh. We promised not to ask that question until tomorrow. Tomorrow morning we ask that question. Today, I still need to talk money with Evelyn, and tonight with Sophia. Why don't you come dance with Candice tonight. I'm sure Rachel will let me know when you'll be on so I can come watch."

"You WANT to watch?"

"Hell yes! I think you're the sexiest dancer in the joint!"

She looked past me. "I may be the only dancer in the joint just now."

"Oh?" I looked over my shoulder and we were alone in the dressing room. "I guess they wanted to give us some privacy."

"Yeah. I want to show you something. Something Candice taught me."

"Okay," I said as she turned us so she could get out of the shower. She walked away and came back a few moments later with a bottle. She took the bottle and screwed a long, stiff plastic tube on it.

"No one deserves to fuck in someone else's cum. Just so you know, I'd already done this with Ray's load," She pushed the long tube up into her vagina until she couldn't push it further. She squeezed the plastic bottle and forced all the liquid out of the bottle. Still holding the bottle squeezed she pulled it out, unleashing a small flood of water from deep within her. "All the girls do this after they catch a load. Helps keep them from getting pregnant and also cleans em out so they aren't spreading cum around."

"Makes sense."

"I'm going to put some of these in our bathroom. I love you. I don't want to do what we did the other night again, where you had sex with me after I got fucked on the patio and you had to have sex with his cum in me."

"I guess that makes sense."

"And you. After you have sex, you wash it off. I don't want to taste or feel another woman's pussy on you."

"Fair enough."

We got out of the shower and she put on the tiny bikini she had worn on stage, apparently the only thing she had worn over to the club when she came over with Candice. After she dressed we headed up to the office to get my clothes. The office was empty, but someone had picked up my clothes, folded them neatly on the corner of the desk and left them there for me. I dressed and then pulled on my shoes. As we walked down the stairs I found a note in my pocket that had nothing on it but a time. I suspected it was from Rachel, though I wasn't sure what it meant. I didn't tell Jennifer about it.

We headed back to the house in our little cart and Jennifer pulled on a t-shirt over the bikini before we headed to get lunch. We ate and then headed back to the house. Evelyn was waiting for me when we got back, so we retired to the office to look at the books for her part of the operation.

Jennifer went out alone for a while Evelyn and I went over the books, what processes were in place and how different parts of the business worked. I didn't completely understand all of it, but fortunately Sally had put people in place that did understand how to make different parts of the business work. For instance, we had two executive chefs. One for the two more formal restaurants and one for the more common buffet hall. Each was responsible for the workings and staffing of their unit. We had a maintenance engineer in charge of maintenance of all the facilities, bungalows and hotel spaces. We had an events coordinator that was responsible for the nightly events on the patio, as well as managing the hotels and bungalows. I was still going to have to meet those people but that wasn't a problem at the moment. Evelyn understood enough about the operations to fill me in on the big picture.

"It's getting close to time for you to go pick up Sophia," Evelyn said as she stood up and stretched after about three hours in the small office with me.

"Yeah, about that. Do I really have to go there naked?" I asked her.

"A s the owner you could go any way you want. No one is going to tell you no. The rules of the camp are that as soon as you come in, you have to get naked. The only exception is for outside contractors. But if you prefer to go dressed, you certainly can."

"So getting naked on the top of the hill was your way to get the two of us naked to have sex?"

"Something like that," she admitted as she sat back down after her stretch.

"Well, it worked." I answered. "What else is part of your plan to convert us into sex machines?"

She grinned. "Oh I have a few surprises yet. Did Jennifer enjoy her surprise visitor?"

"How did you know about that?"

"The question you should be asking yourself, is how did I know that Candice was going to be teaching her how to pole dance?"

I looked at her for a few moments. "You mean-" I started to ask.

"Is Candice in on it? Of course. She was the one that suggested she learn how. Getting that hunk Ray to walk in on them was trivial."

"I suppose you've directed Sophia to have sex with me too?"

"Oh that? Hell no. That's her own idea. She wants to have sex with you. I didn't even have to suggest it. Once she met you, getting you into her pussy was all she could talk about when you weren't around," Evelyn said with a feminine chuckle. "Just between the two of us, she's far from done trying."

I frowned and nodded. "Somehow I figured that part out."

Evelyn looked serious for a moment. "David. I'll do just about anything to try and convince you to keep this place open. But I won't go so far as to try and ruin your relationship with Jennifer. That woman is in love with you beyond words. When Candice suggested that maybe she'd learn to have more fun with some of the dancers than with you, I understand that the response was immediate and sharp. Not only did she say no, she made sure to tell her she didn't care how many times she, Candice, talked you into fucking her, she'd always have her pussy waiting for you to come home to, and if she had to learn to be a bit more slutty to keep you, then that's what she'd do."

"That explains it."

"Explains what?"

"The things she'd been doing that I would never have thought she'd do. Also how nervous she was when Ray walked out on the stage with her naked. She couldn't get dressed fast enough, even though the whole point of what she was doing was to get naked in front of a bunch of strangers. She's trying to show me that she can be whatever I want or need."

"Like I said. She's not planning on losing you under any circumstances."

"I better make sure I don't push her too far."

"Are you going to keep us open?"

"Jennifer and I agreed, neither of us would try to answer that question until tomorrow. The lawyer is supposed to be here tomorrow for us to sign. We'll talk about it then and make a decision together."

"So you don't want to tell me how you're leaning?" she asked as she stood up again. She pulled the simple summer dress up her body and over her head. She tossed it aside and pushed the tiny thong panty she had on down and stepped out of it She stepped over to my chair and sat on my lap, facing me, her big, soft tits inches from my face. My hands automatically moved to her hips and held her gently. "Is there anything I can do to coax you toward deciding in our favor?" she asked quietly, inching one of her hard protruding nipples toward my mouth.

"You'd use your body to try and convince me to keep you open?"

"Honey, I've been using my body to get what I want almost all my life. Why should I stop now?"

"So, up on the hill. That was just all part of the game? Tell me, did you really like having sex with me or was it all faked? Was the lady at dinner faked too? Was all that a setup?"

She stopped what she was doing and leaned back away. "Do I detect hurt feelings?"

"Depends on your answer."

She sighed and looked at me seriously. "I was completely ready to fake it on the hill. I was ready to pretend it was the greatest sex I ever had, just to get you to want to stay, but I didn't have to. No, it wasn't the greatest sex I've ever had, but it was damn good. I didn't have to fake it and I didn't have to fake wanting it again. I still want it again. And as far as the woman at dinner. No, I had nothing to do with that. It happened because she was interested in you, plain and simple."