by Naomi Penn
Barrett finally looked up at the man who had just humiliated him in front of all of the people in the town.
“Because you beat me. You won fair and square.”
With the final admission of his inferior status, Barrett was led out of the tavern by Cody, who had twisted his arm painfully behind his back. He continued to thrash talk as he forced Barrett back towards his house.
***
The front door bounced open as Bethany rolled her eyes. Lying on her back, she exhaled deeply and turned onto her side as she waited for that all too familiar sound of glass meeting wall. Her eyes remained open as she pushed as far to the side of the bed as her body would allow her without ending up on the floor.
But then came something unexpected. The sound of voices. Barrett had never allowed another person into the house at any time. Never mind in the middle of the night. She turned back over as her ears perked up, straining to make out what the voices were saying.
“Where is it?!”
“Through here, this room here. Please let me go! She’s in here!”
The door of the room burst open as Barrett came through first, effortlessly dominated by the physically imposing man behind him. Bethany sat up in the bed as she gasped for breath. The man was ruggedly handsome, with jet black hair and dark eyes. Barrett crumped to the ground beside the bed, rubbing his arm as he tried to regain some kind of life in it.
“Well howdy there, I’m Cody.”
Bethany sat up in the bed as her mouth remained wide open. She heard Barrett shuffle around on the floor as he tried to regain his composure.
“Would you like to tell your wife what’s going on or should I?” Cody sneered as he looked down at his conquered foe. Barrett merely grunted back at him.
“Okay then.” Cody smiled as he sat down on the far edge of the bed from where Bethany lay.
“Poor Barrett here challenged me man to man. Naturally enough I came out on top, much to his surprise although everyone else that was down there tonight knew what the result would be. The thing is, Little Lady, your husband here placed quite the wager on the outcome. He lost, which gives me his permission to satisfy you in any way I see fit.”
Bethany’s jaw dropped further as she felt her body tingle. Her eyes were lost in his dark eyes as she took in his tanned skin and his powerful frame.
“But you see darlin’, the thing about me is, I’m a gentleman. Just because your mighty husband here has been forced to give me his permission to ravage you in just the right way, doesn’t mean that I will. I just want to know how you feel about all this.”
Cody slid in closer to Barrett’s wife, who himself had dragged himself up using the edge of the mattress to take a closer viewing of the events that were unfolding within the walls of his own house.
Cody moved to the center of the bed and stretched his legs out. He reached over and slid his hand down the outline of Bethany’s leg on the outside of the covers. Bethany remained lost for words.
“I would never force a beautiful lass like yourself to do something that she didn’t want to do.” As Cody inspected her, he realized that what he was saying was in fact true. Just from looking at her, he realized how much her life must have been dictated by the loser who leaned against the mattress still, staring intently at his wife. Cody noticed how delicate Bethany’s shoulders were beneath her thin gown. He loved how her fair hair curled down below her shoulders. Strands of it slid across her face, concealing her shy expressions.
“But you don’t have to force me.” Bethany eventually responded, looking her husband in the eye as he allowed his body to fall to the ground in defeat.
Another crude smile spread across Cody’s face as he realized that he was about to have his way with his enemy’s wife. He rolled over on top of Bethany, immediately reaching for her gown and sliding his right hand beneath its low cut.
He perched his lips onto hers as he delicately kissed her while exploring the depths of her gown, deeper and deeper. His fingertips brushed over her soft breasts before he passionately gripped them and played with them, causing her to moan at the first sensation of male contact in years.
Cody parted her lips with his teeth as he pressed his tongue into her mouth, all the while fondling with her perfect tits. He moved to his knees as he ripped the cover off the bed and flung it over his right shoulder where it landed on top of the vanquished Barrett, who merely lay there with his eyes closed in defeat, listening to the moans of his wife being pleasured.
Cody spread his legs as he mounted Bethany, still fully dressed. He began to grind against her as he heard Barrett clamber out from under the cover.
He unbuckled his pants and kicked them off, coupling them with his tee shirt before throwing them both out and on top of Barrett again. The steel buckle of his belt struck Barrett with a thud and he once more collapsed completely onto the hard ground.
Cody lay on top of her, his rock hard body pressed against her delicate night gown as his tongue invaded her mouth. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling him close before wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer still.
The dominant cowboy could feel her dripping pussy rub up against her upper thigh as she humped him like this, all the while lapping and biting at his tongue that was expertly working her mouth over.
With a powerful movement of his hips, Cody flipped the sexually frustrated woman over, planting her body on top of his as he lay on his back. He reached around behind her and grabbed the bottom of her gown ripping it up over her head before flinging it, unsurprisingly on top of Barrett again. Cody smiled at Bethany again before nodding down towards his legs.
Bethany did not need to be told twice as she shuffled her body down before her completely naked body was at the foot of the bed. She planted her breasts into the mattress as she buried her face in the cowboy’s crotch.
His cock was already hard as she engulfed it between her lips, gagging as she attempted to take in his full length, before retreating and beginning to pleasure half of his shaft. Cody reached out and grabbed the back of her head, pushing her further and further onto his well-endowed shaft.
“Suck that cock. Oh that feels so good!” He moaned as he turned his head in the direction that Barrett was lying. He made sure to give a running commentary on every feeling that ran through his body so that his nemesis could hear.
Bethany became more and more confident as she surged down onto the cowboy’s hung member. Her nose pressed against his lower abs as she eventually managed to consume his entire length.
“Bigger than your husbands I’m sure Little Lass?” Cody taunted as Bethany continued her pleasurable work.
“Mmhmm” she moaned in response as her tongue spiraled around the hunk’s shaft.
Barrett lay on the ground defeated as he listened to all the ecstatic sounds emanating from the bed above. Cody’s cock was by now rock hard as he grabbed her from under her arm pits and lifted her completely off the bed, he turned her to his right and placed her on her back on the right hand side of the bed, much closer to Barrett.
He crawled up on top of her, planting his elbows and knees into the mattress as he mounted her, face to face. He did not pause before he plunged his throbbing cock into her rarely penetrated pussy as she squealed in pleasure. Barrett rolled onto his back as the shadows of the pair drifting across the room, humping uncontrollably.
Cody plunged his cock deep into Barrett’s wife, until his balls slapped against her, he leaned in and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth once more as he left his cock in place.
“I’m all in” he yelled as Barrett placed his hands to his head in shame one more.
With that call of victory, Cody removed his cock before slamming it hard back into the delicate woman’s slit. Her body trembled underneath the stud as he continued to plough into her. For a number of minutes she failed to make any sound as the felling of ecstasy controlled her and it felt like she had been lifted from her body. The only sound that any of the three people in the room co
uld her was the sound of the alpha-cowboy’s balls slapping into her.
When she regained her senses, Bethany began to yell as she was determined to make this feeling last for as long as possible.
“Please! Harder, pound me harder!”
“But what about your husband?”
“Harder! Pound me harder!”
Cody smiled as he reveled in taking the previous macho man of the town down a peg or two. He could not wait to walk into the tavern the following evening and retell this story that he was now living.
As he continued his forceful thrusting against Barrett’s wife, he saw her two hands form tiny fists above her head as she altered her body this way and that in order to receive the full length of his shaft as it plummeted against her clit over and over again.
Although she wanted this moment to last forever, she could not contain herself any longer as she exploded in the greatest and most powerful orgasm that she could remember, while the cowboys continued his relentless pummeling over her. She began to breathe heavily as she felt his strong arms reach around the back of her neck as he lifted her up, still impaled on his magical cock.
The stud of a cowboy swung her by now limp body around the side of the bed, placing her shoulders against the edge of the mattress. She lost control of all muscle function as her limp neck allowed her head to dangle backwards, unsupported from the side of the bed.
Barrett, who had now rolled back onto his stomach had placed his hands over the back of his head in an effort to drown out the sound of his wife being deeply penetrated by his rival. He felt the soft curly hair of his wife as it brushed against the back of the wrist that Cody had controlled him with that night. He rolled over once more until he found himself face to face with his wife who held a vacant expression in her eyes.
Cody maneuvered himself so that he was mounted on top of her, cock still planted deep inside of her. He could now see out over the edge of the bed as he stared deep into Barrett’s eyes before beginning to pound Bethany with all he was worth.
Bethany began to shudder uncontrollably as her body was taken complete advantage of by the stud of a cowboy. Barrett moved to his knees as he watched the action unfold, sweat dripping from Cody’s body as he pummeled deeper and deeper into his wife.
Barrett watched as Cody bit his bottom lip and his body also began to shudder before he unleashed his load deep into Bethany’s already dripping wet pussy. He continued to pound and hump her with his powerful hips until he had unloaded every last drop of seed into her completely spent and limp body.
Cody continued to stare at his defeated foe who lay there on his knees.
“You can let yourself out. Good luck finding yourself a new town but I don’t think staying here is going to be an option for you. Unless you want to watch this show every night?”
Without speaking a word, Barrett stood up and walked out of the room, leaving behind all of his belongings and walking into the night.
***
The doors of the tavern swung open as Cody made his way inside, grinning from ear to ear. Every last person in the bar screamed with excitement as they all knew what had happened the previous night, many of them having followed the stud to Barrett’s house and waited outside, watching the defeated cowboy leave the town forever.
Within ten minutes, Cody was sitting at a table surrounded by men and women alike, retelling the story of the look of Barrett’s face as he penetrated Bethany with all he was worth.
Eventually he cleared all of the bottles from the tables and took a deck of cards out of his pocket.
“Anyone want to play heads up?”
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 48
Sophie
“Hurry up,” Sophie yells to everyone. She walks to the car in frustration knowing that nobody else seems to be in any sort of hurry to follow her lead. But she’s used to this. Michael, the man she has been married to for ten years, has always been this way. She remembers how cute she used to find it that he never seemed to be in a rush to get anywhere. She loved his laid back attitude towards just about anything that he did. It used to calm her down. She’s always been a little over the top and she always thought that she needed to find someone that was the opposite of her. She used to love how much he slowed her down. Now, it just seemed to aggravate her. The twins, unfortunately, had taken after him. Each boy just as slow as the next. “Hurry up, we’re going to be late,” she yelled for about the hundredth time and went to sit in the car, hooting for extra effect. Finally, she saw the boys coming out, each one looking as if they didn’t have a care in the world. To an outsider they probably looked incredibly sweet, but when you were trying to get somewhere on time they suddenly stopped being so cute. Everyone clambered into the car.
“Did you bring the tickets?” she asked Michael as they were about to pull out the driveway.
“Oh no, I forgot. They’re still by the bedside table. Let me go get them. Sorry, I know you asked me but it totally slipped my mind.”
Sophie sighed, while she was not surprised that he had forgotten she was still annoyed. If she didn’t do things herself than things never got done properly. The four of them were on their way to a school play. The twins were playing Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum and they had been asked to be there an hour before the show so that they could get into their outfits. Now they were going to be late, and the kids would only have ten minutes to get themselves ready. Not that this seemed to bother them in the slightest – they were laughing and playing in the backseat without a worry. As usual it was Sophie that was the one worrying about something that should really be affecting them and not her. In the end, due to traffic, they arrived with only five minutes to spare and quickly hurried to help the twins get ready before they had to be on stage. The outfits weren’t the easiest to put on and they were taking much longer than she anticipated. The teacher was annoyed at them and glared at Sophie as if it was all her fault. Her look said, “You’re their mother, you should’ve made sure that they were here on time.” She wanted to scream but instead she just smiled and carried on helping the boys get dressed. Then she gave them each a quick kiss on the cheek and went to find her seat. The room was packed and as she sat down she heard the person behind her say, “Why are they late? This was meant to start already. I bet you some kid was late and they all had to wait.” Sophie quickly put her head down, embarrassed.
The show was sweet and as usual it was always fun to see your child up on stage. Sophie held her breath when they came on but the boys didn’t seem nervous at all. Once again, they hadn’t gotten even a bit of her anxiety. They were cool, calm and collected – just like daddy. She squeezed Michael’s hand, for once glad that they had not taken after her. Unfortunately their part was only about ten minutes long. The rest of the show went on for another two hours in which she had to watch a show that really should not have gone on for this long. At one stage she felt her head loll to the side and she realized she was about to fall asleep. She needed coffee, or a strong shot of whisky but all she had with her was an orange juice and a piece of candy. Both of which she finished – anything to keep her mind off the show.
Getting the kids back in the car was another disaster. They kept getting distracted by their friends and with each person they met Sophie had to spend time making small talk with the parents. Each time was the same. They’d speak about the show, their kids and the weather. It was enough to drive anyone insane. Finally, they drove home. By now everyone was hungry and Sophie had not had time to prepare a meal beforehand, nor was she in the mood to cook. They stopped off at McDonald’s and ordered burgers and fries – something that she didn’t normally allow in the family. This, at least, seemed to make everyone happy.
When she got home she saw that the house was in complete disarray. So once she put the boys to sleep she set about cleaning everything up. If she didn’t then it would all still be there for her to clean the following day, along with the mess
that normally came with breakfast. Michael was at his computer, doing some ‘urgent’ work. Although whether this was true or just an excuse to get out of cleaning, she’ll never know. He was some sort of computer genius and even if she went over to look at his work she’d still have no idea what he was doing. It was completely over her head. She sighed and carried on with the work. As soon as it was done she picked up her phone and called Mia. It was late, but she knew Mia wouldn’t mind. She had always been a bit of a night owl.
Before Mia could even say anything, Sophie said, “Three boys and me – the lone female in this house. Guess what I’ve been doing all evening – cleaning up their mess, that’s what.”
Mia laughed, “And hello to you to. I feel you though, part of me thinks of having another kid in the hope that it’s a girl, but I’m too afraid that it is going to be a boy. Two is enough for me to handle. I have no idea how you do three. Remember how we used to dream about this though? The whole marriage and kids’ thing. We wanted to grow up so quickly. Little did we know how good we used to have it back then. How free we used to be. Don’t get me wrong. I love Derrick and Wesley, but I had no idea how hard this was going to be. Sometimes I just feel like letting lose again.”