Chapter 5

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE RANCH

Steve awoke to the very pleasant feeling of a blow job. He accepted the administrations knowing, even before he had gone to sleep, that I would not be there when he awoke. He knew me that well from the years we had hunted men as a team, until he had decided to settle down and have a normal life. That so far, had bored the shit out of him.

He looked down his chest to see the red hair of my wife hiding most of what she was doing to him. He couldn't hide his approval and was soon fully erect, forcing her to rise high enough to see him watching her.

Lori smiled over the end of his cock and said," Good morning. I wanted something to eat , and there you were."

"Do you know where your husband has gone?", Steve asked, as he pushed his cock back into her mouth.

Lori took his cock out just long enough to reply, " You would know as well as anyone. I suspect you knew he wouldn't be here this morning. It's just as well, he really pissed me off last night. Will you try to find him, or let him come home when he's ready?", then took his entire length down her throat as she waited for his reply.

"He's a grown man, oh shit that's nice, he knows the way home. Besides, nobody can make him do... anything... he doesn't... want to do. I think I'll stay... here for now.", Steve said, then closed his eyes and let her finish what she had started.

Lori deep throated him until he came, and swallowed every drop of cum he produced for her. She sucked his balls dry savoring his warmth and flavor. She milked his cock licking the last drop from the end and left him there while she went to start the shower. She knew he would follow.

Lori was enjoying the warm spray when Steve joined her. She welcomed his embrace. He held her for a long moment before he released her. She knew what he wanted. She spread her legs, placing a foot on each of the bench seats at either end of the shower stall.

Steve kissed her breast and worked his way down her stomach. The moment had come when he was no longer her toy, but instead, her partner. He stroked her hairless cunt as she became more aroused than the blowjob had left her. He pushed a single finger into her slit.

She gasp as he entered her for the first time as a man doing so of his own accord. She would not be giving orders at gun point. She wanted him to take her for his own. He withdrew his finger to taste the honey from her generous pussy. She was willing and he knew what she wanted.

She was hot and begging him to take her," Give it to me. I want to feel you inside me. I've got to have it."

He stood between her spread legs kissing her and sharing the taste of her own pussy. She responded, kissing him passionately. She guided the end of his shaft to her twitching cunt and rubbed the head between her engorged pussy lips and left the rest up to him.

Steve fed his fuck pole into her. He was now ready to give Lori the hard ball fucking she needed. He entered her fully and pressed his body against her, pinning her to the wall. She lowered her hips to increase his reach and depth. He drove into her, nailing her to the wall with every stroke.

She gave back all she received, coming hard, clinging to him. The warm water sprayed over their bodies washing away the tension of lust, relaxing them even more in the aftermath of great sex.

Lori went out planning to spend the rest of the day in bed after she returned from feeding.

Steve mulled over recent events while she was out and made plans of his own. He dressed and was waiting in the den when she returned.

"What happened to letting him come home when he was ready?", Lori asked.

Steve replied," I've been thinking. He may have decided to leave for good. I want to let him know you've forgiven him and want him to come home."

"What makes you think I want him to come home, or that I've forgiven him?"

Steve cut to the chase," You want him back. You wouldn't have let him catch you fucking your horse if you didn't want him to. You did everything he wanted, an ass fucking in the yard, fucking your dog, you fucked his arm, and then fucked me. He didn't rape you. You fuck for sport. You want what you want, when you want it. You didn't do anything you didn't want to do. You wanted everything you got and more. The sooner you admit that the sooner I can leave to find him, and bring him home."

Lori was struck dumb. She had no reply for several moments. She finally smiled accepting the statements as truth. Her victim game was over, now it was time for action.

She got with the program and said," You go look, I'll stay here and wait for your call, or his. Check in everyday to confirm your location and gather info. I'll make some calls to some of his associates to find out if they've seen him and to let them know he should call me if they do."

Steve kissed her and said," I knew you still loved him. I'll call from out West. He always liked the desert for soul searching."

"If you don't find him in a week, come back alone, and wait with me.", Lori pleaded.

"One week. You know how to reach me.", Steve said, then left.

Lori stood alone again in the middle of the den with no one but Dryfuss to keep her company. She looked into his brown eyes and smiled, then stripped and knelt before him on all fours. She would spend the rest of the day fucking him, and being fucked by him.

Steve packed his bike and headed West, riding for the rest of the day. He estimated the time I could have traveled the previous night, guessing I could be as far as West Texas.

As he rode his mind took him back to the places we had been. He remembered the same men and places that had been in my dreams. He remembered the thrill of the hunt. The rush of going through a door. He rode on realizing the mistake had been to leave what made him feel so alive. He knew a new page in his life was being written and he couldn't go back.

Steve stopped several times at diners and fuel stops, asking questions until he came to a truck stop near Lubbock. He met a tired waitress there having just pulled a double shift. She remembered a couple of bikers meeting there and had overheard their plans to stay in the next town over. He was inspired to keep moving, hoping he had gained ground while I slept.

When he arrived in the next town he would eat and ask around about bikers. If nothing turned up he would have to sleep, allowing the trail to go cold. The prospect of losing ground made him curse as he pushed his bike to a dangerous speed. He knew he was returning to the best part of his life and was eager to find me, and begin his new journey.