My Husband's Lesbian Boss: Book 2: In the Saddle

by Amanda Clover

  We exited from the pasture and set off at a relaxed pace down a wide path through the forest. Valerie slowed so that I could keep even with her. Less than a mile from the barn and my face was flushed deeply and my breath was coming in gasps. Even with my efforts to ride high in the saddle, it was almost as if I was being fucked in my ass and rubbed in my throbbing pussy. I squirmed atop the horse and looked at Valerie with wide, pleading eyes.

  “Oh, you are adorable,” she laughed. “It is not uncommon for a woman to orgasm in the saddle, even without a jewel nestled between her cheeks, so don’t feel as if you need to hold back.”

  “R-really?”

  “Of course,” she said. “I want you to enjoy our ride.”

  Having her permission freed me from resisting the sensations. I settled my ass against the saddle, feeling the plug shift inside me and my pussy against the warm leather. Each step Brutus took pushed the plug into my ass and pressed against my pussy. I let my head drop back against m shoulders, looking past the misty trees at the blue of the sky as my first orgasm rose inside me. I blew my breath past parted lips. I knew Valerie was watching me, watching the way I arched and thrust my hips against the saddle, and that only made the orgasm sweeter.

  Finally, I relaxed into the saddle and managed a smile at the older woman. She carefully maneuvered her horse closer to mine, close enough to reach out and touch me, although she made no move to do so.

  “Well done,” she said. “You are a natural. And you look lovely in the saddle.”

  “Th-thank you,” I managed. “You as well, Valerie.”

  “Audrey, tell me why you came here today,” she said, and even the way she phrased the question as a command sent a thrill of submission through my body.

  I weighed my words carefully before I answered, “To serve you.”

  “Serve me?” She seemed amused by my response. “My, you are an eager girl. I knew when we met that I would like you, but I never imagined how readily you would take to my needs.”

  “You are all I think about when I’m at home,” I confessed. “The things we did the things… the things I want to do.”

  Her dark eyes seemed to twinkle. “Very good. I certainly appreciate your enthusiasm, but I want you to understand something else, Audrey. If you are with me, I will take care of you, but if you ever betray me, I will make things very hard on you.”

  I was surprised by the threat and the way her eyes hardened as she spoke it.

  “I… I don’t…”

  Her smile return and she added, “You passed your first test with Cynthia. Part of serving me, worshipping me as you should, is not succumbing to another woman. She asked you, didn’t she?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you wanted to give in?”

  “Y-yes,” I confessed.

  “Cynthia has a certain authority that young women find difficult to resist,” said Valerie. “I used to put it down to the smell of leather in her shop, it evokes a certain mindset, but I think she has perfected being a proper bitch.”

  She flashed a smile at me that finally put me at ease.

  “Relax,” she said, and gave my thigh a squeeze. “You have passed my test, as I said. There will be no more of those today.”

  “I… I appreciate the opportunity to prove myself to you,” I said, my heart swelling at the thought of pleasing Valerie.

  “Up ahead there is a lovely covered bridge over a stream,” she said. “There is some grass where the horses may graze and a lovely, shaded spot down by the bridge. It’s very private. Would you like to see that spot?”

  “Yesss,” I moaned, unable to contain my desire.

  She clucked and shook the reins of her horse, setting off at a trot. I followed and the plug bounced inside my ass, driving me to another orgasm as I watched Valerie ride ahead of me. We reached the covered bridge as the last of the mist was burning off and Valerie easily dismounted from her horse. She helped me down from mine.

  She took my hand and walked with me down the bank of a burbling stream with crystal clear waters. She brought me to a shaded spot of soft, mossy earth.

  “It’s beautiful.” I admired the trees swaying gently in the breeze and the clear water and the soft carpet of green moss. There was a clean, earthy smell in the air. My gaze returned to Valerie and I found her watching me.

  “You are beautiful,” she murmured softly. “Todd has wasted you, misspent your life, but I will not, Audrey. I will treasure you. And you…?”

  “I will worship you,” I said and I fell to my knees before her. She stroked my hair and cradled my head. I put my hands on her hips and rested my cheek against the warmth of her mound.

  She stepped back and undressed with deliberateness that seemed intended to torment me. Her boots came off slowly and she wriggled her dainty toes in the moss. She turned her back to me as she peeled off her cream-colored breeches and revealed the firm, creamy roundness of her ass. It was bigger and softer than mine, perhaps with her age, but nothing like the plumpness of Cynthia’s bottom. Her cunt was tufted with a trimmed bit of dark hair. I was gratified to see that her folds glistened with nectar.

  Though her languid movements betrayed nothing, her juices revealed her desire.

  She removed her helmet and shed her jacket and blouse and bra. Each garment removed to reveal another exciting increment of her beauty. My thighs quaked with desire, seeing her naked and nymphlike in the dewy forest. Her pert breasts were larger than mine, her nipples thicker and erect. I wanted to feel the warmth of her body against me, beneath my hands, the sweetness of her under my tongue, but still she withheld it from me.

  “The dildo you brought is in my saddlebag,” she said, “but you don’t deserve it yet, do you?”

  “No,” I admitted.

  She ran both of her hands up her slender body to her soft breasts. She cupped and squeezed them, plucking lightly at her rosy nipples before allowing her soft mounds to fall back into place. Her hands traced the curves of her hips and joined at her tufted cunt. She moved her fingers slowly to spread her folds to me, exposing her inner pink. She dipped a finger into that immaculate channel, fucking herself with it before lifting that glistening finger and holding it out to me.

  I crawled across the mossy ground to her and took her finger into my mouth. I tasted the familiar, slightly tangy sweetness of her pussy as I looked up at her. I rolled my tongue over and around her finger. I sucked her juices clean and savored her womanly taste.

  Valerie slowly withdrew her finger from my mouth and cupped my chin, turning my face up to look at her in all her nude glory. The sun was behind her and with her breasts and turned head in shadow she seemed like a colossus above me.

  “You will stop being intimate with Todd,” she said.

  “For… for good?”

  She shook my chin with her fingers. “For as long as I say.”

  “Yes,” I said. “I don’t like it anyway.”

  “It doesn’t matter what you like or not, only that I do not want his pathetic male stink on your body, caressing where I might caress you. Kissing where I might kiss.”

  I shuddered at the thought of Valerie’s lips on my body. The words came easily, “Yes, my queen.”

  “Good, you remember,” she said, petting my hair as though I were a dog. She spread her stance and ran her other hand over her pussy. I watched as her fingers opened her delicate lips. “Do you remember this?”

  “Yesss, my queen,” I hissed with lust.

  “You may worship me,” she said.

  I lurched against her, nearly knocking her back. She laughed and steadied herself, cradling my head as I nuzzled between the warmth of her thighs. I inhaled Valerie’s scent of soap and sweat and the faint musk of her cunt. My body was on fire. My hands clung to her hips as I began to lick her. The first taste of her nectar from its source made my ass clench against the plug. I buried my face against her cunt, breathing her in and lashing her slick folds with unrestrained desire.

  “Yes, that’s it,” she mo
aned. “Lick it. Suck it. Pleasure your queen.”

  “Mmmmmmm!” I cried, sucking at her juicy lips and drinking in the nectar that flowed across my tongue. I lapped at her and I sucked at her. I pushed my tongue into her hot channel and felt it clench around me. I wanted to do everything to her at once, but I knew well enough to find the pleasure for her and focus on that. I flicked my tongue intently against her clit, pausing only to cover her cusp with my lips and suck gently. This elicited a soft gasp and she combed her long fingers into my hair, holding me tight.

  “There,” she moaned. “Right there!”

  Valerie began to use my tongue and mouth, rubbing her soft lips over me and thrusting her hips to fuck against my mouth. I opened wide enough that her pussy could ride against my tongue and she took full advantage. She moaned and I moaned in reply, communicating in a wordless noise of pleasure and uniting my body to hers for the sole purpose of making her cum. I felt her thighs tense against me and she fucked my mouth. Her juices poured down my chin and down my throat in equal quantities. I moaned as she cried out, arching against me and above, thrusting her sweet peach against my tongue. I could feel her orgasm reach its peak in the tension of her thighs. It receded slowly, her body trembling for a moment and her grip relaxing on my head.

  It was only as she took a step back and released me completely that I realized I had been holding my breath and gasped for air. My face was hot and smeared with her juices. I looked up at her, smiling wildly with the excitement of making her cum.

  “My queen,” I called.

  “Yes, it is time,” she said. “You have proven your obedience. Now I will give you what you deserve.”

  “Shall I, um, shall I undress?”

  She ignored the question and leaned down to smash a kiss against my lips. Her tongue took my mouth forcefully, thrusting over my tongue and sharing her sweetness in a molten embrace. It was over all too quickly and she strutted past me, climbing up the bank and fetching the dildo and harness from her saddlebag. I watched as she put it on with practiced ease. I wondered how many women had been fucked by Valerie. I felt a pang of jealous curiosity, but I had her, not them.

  “A big one,” she laughed, stroking her hand up and down the length of the cock. “Something to compensate for Todd’s inadequacies?”

  It bounced obscenely as she descended the embankment and approached me.

  “Yes, my queen,” I said. “I wanted to… to feel it deep inside me.”

  “Deep?” She smiled. “Stand up. Take off those breeches. I’ll give you deep, Audrey.”

  She pulled impatiently at my breeches, the dildo bumping against me as I pulled them down. I tried to get my boots off, but Valerie was impatient. Her hands guided me to sit on the cool moss with my breaches still around my knees, just above my boots. She pushed me back and lifted my boots straight up in the air. For a moment, I thought she was going to take them off, but instead I felt the cool tip of the glass dildo rubbing against my cunt.

  “Soaking wet,” she said, thumping the cock against my clit and running it back down my slit. My ass clenched reflexively around the plug, sending another jolt of pleasure through me. She held my feet straight up, my legs together, but my cunt and plugged ass completely exposed. I bit my lip to stifle a wail of pleasure as Valerie began to thrust the head of the glass cock against my swollen folds. “Nice and slow, for now.”

  It pushed past my opening, made all the tighter because my legs were together, slowly filled by inch after inch of ridged cock. The glass was cool and hard inside me, opening me wider. I gasped as the cool fullness of it, rubbing against the fullness of the plug, seemed to reach its limit inside me. It was too much. I felt certain of it.

  Valerie gave another push and the cock went deeper still, into the reaches of my body that had never been probed by a male lover. It filled me completely.

  “Ohhh god,” I cried as it pressed snug against the hot walls of my cunt.

  “You’ve taken it all,” she said and I felt the pressure of the leather base of the harness against my mound. “Such a good girl. Now I can fuck you properly.”

  She slid it back, riding against my slick folds, and drove it back in again, hitting the limit of my inner walls and thumping the base against my mound. My ass molded to her thighs as she began to fuck me with deep, forceful strokes. She was not gentle, nor was she rough. She was commanding. She took me with the cock and plunged it in and out of my slick, velvet tunnel. The coolness gave way to a rising heat. My body convulsed with pleasure as if warning me of the ecstasy of my impending orgasm.

  “Yes, take it,” she laughed, pushing my boots back towards my head and exposing me even more fully. As she fucked me with the glass cock she began to rub at my clit.

  “Ohhh, my queen,” I cried. “It’s so good!”

  My soft gasps grew louder and louder, overwhelming the rush of the wind in the trees and the burble of the stream beside us. Her flesh slapped against mine. My cunt slurped lewdly around her thrusts. My orgasm rose with volcanic force inside me, a welling of hot pressure that could not be escaped. I arched beneath her, my fingers digging into the mossy soil as I took every stroke. My cries were so loud that a flock of bird took to the sky from the trees. I felt a pleasure so intense, spasms so powerful, that it was almost as if something was wrong with me.

  But it wasn’t wrong and as my orgasm slowly receded, Valerie allowed my legs to fold at the knees so I could see her face again. She was smiling, obviously pleased with herself at the forceful orgasm she had fucked into my body.

  “Th-thank you,” I managed, my face flushed with my ecstasy.

  “You will have ample opportunity for that,” she said, sliding the cock from my dewy cunt. She turned my hips to the side to move my legs out of the way and she leaned over me, the cock pushing upright against my ass and her soft breasts dragging against me as her lips found mine. We shared a long, intense kiss. There was no more teasing, no power game in the tenderness of that embrace, only mutual affection in a hot, liquid swirl of tongues.

  “You are going to stay the night of course,” she said. “To properly worship your queen.”

  “Of course,” I said, knowing I would have to make up a very good story for my husband and knowing, just as certainly in that moment, that I didn’t care.

  Once Valerie had me undressed, she discarded the dildo and embraced me in the cold stream of water. It made my nipples almost painfully erect, but her kiss and her thrusting fingers warmed me. She took the plug from my ass and the cool water soothed my stretched hole. She stretched on her tummy in the rapid shallows, water flowing and foaming over her curves, and I knelt behind her to worship her once more. My tongue was not shy and she was eager to have it in the hot clench of her ass. I licked her naughtiest hole with abandon, savoring every lap against the hot, clenching divot. I pleasured her pussy just as thoroughly, with fingers and tongue.

  Valerie was insatiable. She held my face against her ass until she came and then rode my face with my body half-submerged in the cold water. She smacked my pale ass with the riding crop and made me ride back to the barn completely naked. I remembered those paintings from the Lariat Boutique of the topless women riding dressage. My pert breasts bounced and anyone might have seen me riding nude to the barn.

  For my obedient behavior, I was rewarded inside the immaculate barn with another fucking from Valerie and the glass cock. This time, with a smear of Vaseline down my down my crack, fingers probing my asshole, Valerie took my ass. I clung to the stall door as Brutus snorted and munched oats, apparently disinterested in the ass-fucking I was receiving. Valerie held a handful of my hair and pounded the cock down to the base into my ass. One orgasm after another launched through my body, my hole clenching tightly around each thrust.

  “Yes, yes,” I cried. “Fuck me! Fuck me, my queen!”

  “You give no order,” she growled, leaning into me and fucking me roughly in the ass. “You take it and you like it.”

  By the third orgasm, I could no
longer stand, and she at last withdrew the dildo from my clenching ass. My hole was tender and well-used. She soothed me with stroking fingers and a kiss against my ear. Her breath was hot against my neck. She whispered, “Tonight you will worship your queen’s breasts.”

  Heading back into the estate that evening, I wondered how much Jason and Carol knew about Valerie. Surely, they knew more than they let on. The house was quiet and I imagine even down two floors they could hear me moaning when Valerie finally went down on me. I wrapped my legs around her head and felt as if I was levitating off the bed with the force of my orgasms.

  True to her word, I worshipped her breasts, covering them with kisses, licks, and lotion. I massaged them and sucked at them. I even rubbed my slick pussy against her erect nipples. My fingers drove her to an orgasm as I flicked my tongue against one nipple while she pinched the other. Again and again I pleasured her pussy with my tongue. I was tireless and she was insatiable. It was a combination that made for an exhausting night.

  Shortly before morning, tangled with each other and the sheets of the bed, sweaty and out of breath and utterly spent, we began to laugh together.

  “Next weekend,” she said, playing with my nipple.

  “Yes?” I lifted my head from the pillow and gave her an eager smile. “Will we ride to the covered bridge again?”

  “No,” she said and gave my nipple a hard pinch. “I will take you out to dinner. And a show.”

  It seemed rather pedestrian, but any more time I could spend with Valerie I would gladly accept.

  “You and your husband,” she added.

  “What?”

  “Oh, yes,” she said, moving her hand to my other nipple and pinching even harder. “I don’t want the two of us carrying on in secret, Valerie. Todd has to know.”