The Naughty Wife (Mia) and the Black Cowboy

by Petit Morte

  Chuckling, he moved the crotch of her panties aside instead, lifted her a little and then slowly set her down on his dick, crouching a little to get things lined up.

  Mia moaned from deep inside as that big, thick, hard cock forced it’s way inside her, pushing her wide, wider than she had ever been spread. She knew she was helpless in his hands, held up only by his strength and completely under his control, yet he was so gentle with her, easing into her slowly but with authority until she felt the teeth of his zipper against the sides of her pussy.

  Gripping her hard, one hand under her ass, the other around her waist, Jacob turned and pinned her against the wall of the stall. His first few strokes were deep and gentle and slow. Mia gasped, “Oh please, please just fuck me!” and with a growl he complied with harder, deeper thrusts that took her breath away and almost hurt, bumping deeper inside her in places she had never had a man touch before. Soon she was screaming little mouse squeaks with every thrust, while he growled like a cat playing with his meal.

  He paused, putting both hands against the wall and rearing back so they could look each other in the eye. Mia was pinned on his cock, her back against the wall. Somehow her legs had been raised first to his waist, and then looped over his shoulders so that now she was spread wide, achingly wide and full of cock. Her hands rested on his muscular shoulders that felt as solid as rocks. Jacob smiled at her, those golden eyes smoky in the dim light of the barn. Mia sighed and closed her eyes, giving herself over totally to him.

  Ramming into her now, hard and fast and deep, making her gasp for air as his mighty thrusts knocked it out of her, Mia began to tremble and shake and feel her pussy open and gulp him down, wanting him deeper and deeper until her mind tumbled over a cliff into darkness and she lost all awareness of anything else but wet, hot, deep, more, more more.

  She screamed with ecstasy and he roared his reply, pinning her flat between his rock hard body and the wooden wall. Mia felt hot fluids gush out of her and into her and heard them patter on the straw beneath them. Her body went as limp as a rag doll.

  Grateful for his immense strength and unlimited gentleness, she felt herself carefully held against him as he turned again. He supported her as he let first one and then another of her legs down from his shoulders, and when her feet were on the ground he held her until she was steady. Somewhere along the way his cock had slid out of her and she felt bereft. Leaning against him, she slowly became aware of where they were and that she was half undressed. His dick hung half hard out of his jeans between her tits. She looked up to find him smiling down at her.

  He was still wearing his cowboy hat. It struck her as funny and she started laughing. He joined her and they had a good, long laugh together.

  “You might want to gather up some clothes and go back to the house. Clean up a bit. Abigail and her folks will be back soon.” He suggested.

  Mia watched with a satisfied air as he gathered up all that cock and got it tucked away again. He had a little, suggestive wet spot on his jeans and nothing else to show for their last hour of frenzied activity. Damn man.

  She was glad to see her panties were still in one piece and quickly got herself dressed and back into her boots, preening a little when she noticed Jacob watching her backside with considerable appreciation. Mia moved close to him and he bent down so they could share a quick kiss. He patted her on her ample behind and she danced off with a saucy smile. Jacob shook his head and wiped at the sweat on his chest and belly. This summer job was really looking up.

  Mia hurried into the house and had a quick shower. She rinsed out her panties and tossed them into the dryer while she showered. By the time Abigail got back with the dudes, Mia was back out on the porch with an iced tea, looking fresh and innocent as a daisy. She was watching Jacob riding that new gelding in the round pen.

  “Damn, that man can ride.” She commented, as Abigail joined her.

  Abigail raised one eyebrow, “That’s a fact. And just what kind of ride is he, I wonder?”

  “Best ride in the whole amusement park.” Mia said with a smirk.

  Abigail snorted and then smiled. “I kinda thought he might be. Well, you kids have fun. I’ve got rules against doing the help.”

  Mia snorted. She knew better.

  “No, really.” Abigail protests, “He’s too good a horseman for me to let things get all complicated. I’d rather have him working, and that’s a fact. But I also know he’s a rolling stone. If he’s well satisfied, well then maybe he’ll hang around a bit longer.”

  “So you’re just using me as bait, then?” Mia laughed. “You know, I’m only here for two weeks, right?”

  Abigail shrugged. “I’ll take what I can get.” She winked and laughed. “I think you just need to have some fun, girl.”

  Mia looked back out at the man on horseback. “You might be right.” Her insides were warm and relaxed in a way they had not been for months. That restless feeling was all gone.

  For now.

  A little while later Abigail and Jacob were standing on the porch waving at Mia as she rode away towards home on her little gray mare.

  “You suppose that pretty little lady will be back tomorrow?”, Jacob asked.

  Abigail turned to him and winked. “You suppose?”

  Jacob looked at the toes of his boots with a little grin. “Well, she just might at that. She just might.”

  Abigail snorted. “Well, if she doesn’t, I suppose it would be good experience for that new gelding to ride up the little trail to her cabin. Nothing challenging, no water crossing and the trail is wide and clear all the way up. We were talking about putting some mileage on him.”

  Jacob nodded and smiled at his boss. “Yes ma’m. I believe he’ll be okay with someone experienced on him. Might be just the thing.”

  Abigail smiled and patted the big cowboy’s shoulder. “Well if she isn’t here by afternoon, you just go ahead and take that young’un on up. There’s a paddock he can share with her two horses so if you maybe wanted to let him rest overnight rather than risk getting caught riding back in the dark, I’m sure Mia wouldn’t mind.”

  “Suppose I could take my bedroll up. Bunk down in the horse shed, or maybe a couch.”

  Abigail snorted. “I doubt that will be necessary.” She said with a wink.

  Mia spent the evening with a nice glow. William called to see how she was doing and she reassured her husband that everything was exactly as it should be. Abigail had made sure all her needs would be met when she got here, Mia said with a satisfied little smile William could not see. He told her he was having a good time with the kids, and they had a full schedule of places they wanted to go and things they wanted to do while they were in the big city with Dad (and Dad’s wallet, Mia thought, a little uncharitably). Mia assured him she had everything she needed, and planned to relax with a good book. No need for him to even bother calling her for another day or two. Pleased his beautiful young wife seemed happy in her little nest in the woods, William hung up the phone and spent an hour or two in his study doing a little work before going up to bed.

  He loved his kids, but he did miss Mia. Now that he was in his fifties, he was pleasantly aware that he was getting more and better sex now than he did back with his first wife in his twenties, before she became such a shrew. His second wife was beautiful and sexy and completely fucking bug nuts. The alimony he paid her was worth every penny of it, as long as it kept her traveling through Europe and well away from him. William crawled into his big California King bed and rolled over to look at Mia’s pillow. His dick stirred thinking of her mane of wavy, golden hair and bright blue eyes. Unlike many women he had known before her, Mia was just as pretty after she took her makeup off as before. At 27 her big tits were still firm and bouncy and her big bubble ass was something to die for. Almost against his will William started thinking about how fine it was to fuck her doggy style and watch that round ass shake while he pounded her from behind. Unlike the shrew and the lunatic (who used sex as both carrot and stic
k), Mia was always ready and willing and easily became wet and aroused. Just thinking about it made him hard.

  He tossed the covers aside and indulged himself in a quick, sweet little rub off thinking about her tight, hot little pussy wrapped around his cock. Two weeks suddenly sounded like a really long time. Maybe he’d treat the kids to some kind of overnight stay somewhere and surprise Mia in her little hideaway.

  For her part, Mia was enjoying some time alone. She made herself a big country breakfast again, sausage gravy and biscuits, and fed the horses. Thinking she was going to end up gaining ten pounds and working it all off again in the gym when she got home, she settled in on the couch with a good book on her Kindle. It was kind of a sexy little romance, and in the back of her mind she replaced the hot hero with a vision of a certain tall, black cowboy with a thick, ten-inch dick.

  Jacob worked into the late afternoon, staying busy to keep his mind off Mia. Every time he took a break, he had to adjust his dick. Damn thing would stay hard all the time if he thought too much about that bouncing little blond with the big titties and wide ass.

  When he finally got everything done but evening feed, he clomped up the porch and into the house to find Abigail throwing together a light dinner.

  “I imagine you’re thinking about taking that gelding on up to Mia’s about now.” She said, busy doing something with a knife to some vegetables.

  “Yes ma’m, that’s exactly what I’m thinking about.”

  Abigail chuckled, “I doubt that, but I’ll take it. Ride him on up and I’ll figure on both of you spending the night. You want me to call Mia, or would you rather surprise her?”

  “I reckon you ought to call now. She might not want company. Maybe she’s enjoying some alone time.” Jacob sighed, really hoping it wasn’t true.

  With a snort, Abigail wiped her hands on a towel and grabbed her phone. A moment later Mia’s voice was saying, “Abigail! How goes it?”

  “Making a bit of dinner. How about you?”

  “Being lazy, sat around all day reading a book. What’s for dinner?”

  Abigail was tempted to say, Jacob, but instead replied. “How about a steak and potatoes and some mixed vegetables?”

  “Vegetables all fresh and organic from your garden?”

  “Of course.”

  “Sounds delish. But I’m laying around in my jimmies.”

  “Well how about I send a basket up with Jacob? He’s walking about riding that new gelding up to your place. Nice little shake down cruise, see how he behaves away from home.”

  Jacob, or the horse, Mia thought but didn’t ask. “That would be awesome! Room service in the Adirondacks! I am spoiled.”

  “You are spoiled. I’ll pack up enough for both of you and you can reheat it when it gets there.”

  Hanging up the phone, Abigail turned to see a wide grin lighting up Jacob’s dark, masculine face. “Well, you heard the woman. Go get that horse ready, and I’ll pack up enough dinner for both of you to put in your saddlebags. Try not to get run away with.”

  Jacob ducked his head and headed outside. Abigail smiled to herself as she packed up a good-sized dinner for the two of them. She wasn’t planning to see either of them again for a day or two!

  Luckily the chestnut gelding kept Jacob’s attention fully occupied on the short ride up to the cabin. Silly horse was nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, eyes and ears on a swivel, staring at everything that moved and startling at every little noise. Jacob sat on him quiet as you please, his every movement calming and reassuring to the young gelding. The colt responded well to his riders touch and nonsense talk and was much calmer by the time they broke the tree line.

  Then, of course, he saw the other horses and much whinnying and prancy greetings did commence. Jacob felt like prancing and whinnying himself when Mia stepped out on the back steps and waved wearing nothing but a silky sort of robe wrapped around her that hugged and flattered all her curves. Her thick, wavy blond hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall. Jacob rode right up to the porch and smiled down at her.

  Mia gave him a saucy grin and rubbed his thigh before reaching for the saddlebags. Jacobs’s cock sprang to instant attention and he shifted in the saddle uncomfortably. Mia noticed and giggled.

  “What’s the matter, cowboy?”

  “Oh, this saddle is just feeling real good to me today. Some days it’s just like that.”

  Mia waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Is that all? Well, I’ll go get this dinner warmed up while you pry yourself out of that comfy seat and get this silly horse settled. What’s his name, anyway?”

  “Abigail hasn’t given him one yet. Wanted to see if he was going to be worth keeping first, I guess.” Jacob shrugged. The horse was really the least of his worries since he had a fine view down the front of that gown right now and could tell it was the only thing Mia was wearing. That was one fine set of big, bouncy young titties she had there. And just see how the nipples were getting hard while they talked. Imagine that. Wasn’t the only thing getting hard around here either.

  Mia slapped the gelding on the ass and he jumped. Jacob adjusted his seat unconsciously to the animal shifting under him. He really was a fine horseman, Mia thought. For some reason that added to the little fizzing feeling she was getting between her legs. Any minute now she would be drooling wetness down her thighs if she didn’t get away from this man.

  She turned with a flounce, and a glance over her shoulder to see – yep, he was totally checking out her ass – and sashayed through the door to warm up dinner.

  Jacob set where he was for a moment, letting the gelding – and a few other things – settle down. He rode toward the paddock with a huge grin on his face and spent the time getting the horses settled in wondering if Mia was into anal sex, or fisting. Because he was and he couldn’t help it if his mind kept showing him pictures of those thick thighs and tight, pink pussy wrapped around his big fist wrist deep inside her. And that big ol’ butt, man would he like to bury his dick in that big butt.

  Mia was bustling around the kitchen, warming up the dinner and getting it on plates on the table, but her thoughts were wrapped around a certain big, thick black cock. Finally she stepped in the bathroom for a quick clean up with a wet wipe, and then into her bedroom to find a pretty pair of panties. Damn, it was her last pair. Not like she came up here expecting to find a lover – she had packed mostly comfortable granny panties! But at least now she wouldn’t be dripping cum juice down her legs just thinking of him.

  She returned to the dining room to find a fine, black cowboy sitting in a chair waiting on her. The minute she appeared a huge smile split his face and he stretched out his long legs, running one hand down the crotch of his jeans where an enormous bulge was very obvious.

  “You got a roll of silver dollars in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?”

  Jacob chuckled and held out his arms for her to come to him. Mia responded by curling up in his lap, safe in those big strong arms and after a long, deep kiss, laying her head on his broad shoulder.

  “You do know I’m married, right?”

  “I do. You do know I’m not the marrying kind, right?”

  “I do.”

  “That’s as close to a wedding as I ever want to get.” His voice rumbled in his chest under her ear. Mia laughed and leaned back to gaze into his face. His smoky amber eyes danced with anticipation and his thick, wide lips framed a beautiful smile.

  For about one hot minute, Mia thought about William. But he was a long ways away, having a great time with his kids, and she was here, now, feeling a big, hot cock flexing under her ass. What if she had a little fun, too?

  She wiggled and was rewarded with a push from that hard cock that actually lifted her up a little bit. Mia swung around to sit astride the big cowboy and reached down to open his zipper again. He put his big hands over hers, stilling her hurried motion.

  “Little woman, I am not about to complain, but I would like to ask you something.”

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p; “Yes?”, Mia answered, wondering what he could possibly be thinking of when all of his blood flow was clearly centered lower in his body.

  “Sweet as your lips are, and as deliciously warm and tight as your pussy is, I do have a personal preference, if you will allow me to indulge.”

  By now, he had her curiosity going. “And what would that be, Oh Mighty Black Cowboy?” she teased.

  “I would love to fuck you up the ass.”

  Mia gasped. Misinterpreting her, Jacob laid a big hand over the golden locks of her head. “Oh, it isn’t a requirement. Just something I would really like though.” He gave her puppy dog eyes.

  Totally unnecessary puppy dog eyes. Because one of the few regrets Mia had about marrying William, was discovering late in the game that he found anal sex disgusting. She had dropped the subject and settled for an occasional secret indulgence with a large, vibrating butt plug.

  “Seriously?” she gasped. “Oh, promise? My ass is all yours, big man, any time you’re ready.”

  “Well, then,” he asked with excessive politeness, considering she could feel his cock throbbing frantically beneath her hands, “Are you ready? I know some people prefer an enema, or more preparation.”

  “Some other day, cowboy. Right now, I want you to yank my clothes off, smear a bit of that butter on your dick, and ride!”

  Matching actions to words, Mia got up off his cock and dropped her robe and pulled her panties down and away. Without ever taking his eyes off the vision of female loveliness in front of him, Jacob grabbed the stick of butter sitting on the table with their abandoned dinner and smashed it in his massive fist before rubbing it over the cock she had already freed from his jeans. This time, he even undid his belt and dropped those tight Wranglers to his knees before standing up, grabbing her by the hips and cracking her like a shotgun over the dinner table.