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   ISLAND VACATION CH.  08

   Jen watches, and is watched.

   Tim wanted nothing more than to take his wife back to the secluded beach
this morning.  He knew she would never go through with what she had
described to him last night, but he wanted to go, just in case. 
Unfortunately, he had committed himself to another round of golf with
Mickey, and Jen was heading somewhere with Kate.  He knew that if he were
to tell Mickey what had happened that he could easily be excused from golf,
but he wasn't sure that he wanted his new friend to know exactly what the
two of them had been up to.

   He took another bite of the danish and swallowed the last drop of coffee
from his cup.  They had settled for room service this morning.  Last night
had turned into a short night, so they were running late today.  He was
still trying to wrap his mind around Jen's fantasy.  He wasn't sure if he
was more surprised that she had it, or that she confessed it to him.

   Somewhere, deep in the back of his brain, he heard the voice of
conscience, or jealousy, or his upbringing.  He wondered why he didn't feel
more upset by what she had said.  But he didn't worry over it that much. 
The reality was that it turned him on.

   And it turned her on.  They had fucked again after she told him.  And as
they did, she admitted what she had been thinking about on the nude beach
as he fingered her.  She even confessed that she played the scene in her
mind again as they fucked, doggie-style, on the bed.  He, playing the role
of one of her admirers, while she substituted pillows for him.

   An hour later they were at it again.  This time, they both talked
through the fantasy together, each adding another possibility to the erotic
scenario.  By the time they were done crafting it, she was taking on all
three of them as the crowd looked on, with some participating in their own,
limited way.

   It would never happen, he knew.  But while he waited for her to finish
getting ready in the bathroom, it was all he could think about.

   ........................................

   Mickey and Kate were waiting for them in the lobby.  The morning was
already warm and Jen wondered why Kate had insisted on long pants for the
day.  All that she had brought were the jeans that she was wearing when she
left home.  Her intention had been to leave them in the bag until their
return flight.  Instead, she found herself already sweating in them in the
uncomfortable island heat.

   She wore a white, sleeveless, blouse, hoping it would offer some relief.
She left the top buttons undone, revealing the gentle curves of her
breasts, which were held in place by a yellow bikini top that she had
bought for the trip.  It wasn't as sexy as the ones she bought with Kate,
but it made for a subtle "Hot Mom" look.

   As usual, Kate looked fabulous.  Somehow, she made chino capris look
sexy.  Maybe it was that purple top that showed off more than a little of
her impressive cleavage.  She even smelled good as she gave Kate a quick
hug and a peck on the cheek.

   "Ready for your adventure?" Her eyes twinkled as she spoke, making Jen a
little nervous.  And more than a little excited.

   "You two behave," Micky teased.  "We'll meet you at that place for
lunch."

   The two of them seemed to have the day worked out, Jen thought.  She
kissed Tim and watched him follow Mickey out the door to "the best course
on this side of the island." She grabbed her bag with the items Kate had
suggested for the day and followed the older woman out the entryway where
they found a waiting cab.

   They made small talk along the ride.  Part of Jen wanted to tell Kate
everything that had happened the day before, but she thought that
discretion was probably the wiser course.  Even as she thought of her
behavior she could feel warmth rising between her legs, so she determined
to change the subject.

   "Why the dress code today?" she asked.

   "Well," given the day's activities, shorts or a skirt wouldn't have been
appropriate.  Though a skirt might have been a lot more fun!" Her eyes
twinkled as she teased Jen.

   "Activities?"

   "I suppose I should have asked.  Do you ride horses?"

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   As the taxi weaved in and out of the constant stream of traffic, Mickey
was busy playing tour guide, pointing out every little restaurant, bar, and
small hotel that he knew about.  Many of them seemed to bring back some
particular memory.  He shared stories about a couple of the places and
quietly smiled to himself as he apparently remembered moments too good to
share at the sight of others.

   Today's course was nicer than the one they played a few days before and,
perhaps consequently, not nearly as crowded.  Tim was dying to share the
events of the last couple of days with Mickey, but the moment never seemed
right.  Besides, he still wasn't convinced that his new friend needed to
know everything.

   The first nine holes passed as the men swapped stories of golf, lies
about fishing, and the woes of their respective college football teams. 
Mickey suggested they grab a snack before finishing their round.

   As they settled into a table at the clubhouse, Mickey became serious. 
"So.  How are you doing?"

   "Four strokes behind you and falling further back."

   Mickey smiled.  "That's not what I mean.  I'm talking about you and Jen
and everything that's happened this week.  Any regrets?"

   Tim considered the question seriously for a minute before answering.  "I
don't think so.  Honestly, I keep waiting for Jen to....  I don't know...
snap back to her normal self.  And I'm concerned about what that might
mean."

   "Have you pushed her to do something she doesn't want to do?  Do you
think she has felt pressured?  Have we stepped across a line?"

   "No, no.  Not at all.  Besides, I don't think she'd blame anyone other
than herself.  I think I told you, she came down here with all these sexy
clothes and big plans.  But I'm pretty sure things have gone a lot further
than she was thinking.  Hell, I know they have."

   "The hot tub?"

   "Yeah, that.  And the beach you told us about."

   "I've wanted to ask you about it all day, but I have intentionally
restrained myself.  Sounds like it worked out well!"

   Tim told him about their day.  The sailor, the voyeurs on the beach, the
moonlight fuck, and Jen's confession back in the hotel.  Once he started,
he couldn't stop.  He not only enjoyed reliving the experience as he
narrated it, but he found himself somewhat aroused by telling it.  It was
almost like exposing Jen to Mickey all over again.

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   It was the last thing that Jen would have expected from Kate.  "Horses?
Um, not really.  I mean, not since I was a little girl visiting family
members.  And a couple of those trail ride things on vacation."

   "Well, now you're going to add another trail ride thing to another
vacation.  But I promise you have never done anything like this!"

   Five minutes later they were pulling up in front of a
dilapidated-looking building that seemed to be trying to hide in the shade
of a small stand of trees.  A family was getting out of another "taxi" and
a tall, smiling Jamaican man was making his way across the dusty lot from
the building to welcome them.  On the other side of the lot, three horses
were tied to a fence, where an older couple seemed to be getting acquainted
with them.  As Jen stepped out of the car, another man appeared from around
the building, leading two more horses to the fence.

   "Good morning, everybody!" The smile on the taller of the two Jamaicans
seemed to get even wider.  "Welcome.  It's gonna be a good day." The group
mustered up a less than enthusiastic "good morning" in response, but the
tone of their voices seemed to register more than a little doubt as they
warily eyed up the tired building and aging horses.

   "My name is Winston and this is Junior," he motioned to the shorter,
slower, man with the horses, "and we're gonna take care of you all today.
Are you ready to ride?"

   Again, the response of the group was muted, but that didn't seem to
bother Winston in the least.  He looked directly at Jen and said, "I know
you like to ride!"

   She felt herself blushing in response.  Maybe it was just her state of
mind, or maybe he intended the innuendo.  She couldn't be sure.  Whatever
the intention of his remark, for an instant she saw him on the sand, naked,
underneath her.  She could almost feel herself impaled on him.

   She pushed the thought aside as quickly as it had appeared.  Winston was
continuing with his welcome and overview of their itinerary, as Junior
continued to bring horses to the fence.  Minutes later they had signed a
waiver and were donning helmets as Winston asked each of them about their
level of experience.

   One by one the horses were assigned, first to the older couple, then to
the family, and finally to Jen and Kate.  Jen noticed that Junior had
provided a small stool to the older woman which allowed her to mount her
horse easily.  Winston was carrying one their way when Kate stopped him.

   "I don't think I need that," she said, "but stay close just in case."
She placed a foot in the stirrup and pulled herself up, pausing just long
enough for Winston to reach toward her.  As he did, she lowered herself
enough to let her bottom fall into his waiting hands before she quickly
finished mounting the horse with ease.  She winked at Jen as Winston turned
away.

   As soon as Junior finished cinching the saddle in place, Jen pulled
herself easily onto her horse.  Kate looked playfully disappointed that she
hadn't allowed the men to touch her.  What she didn't know was that Jen's
heart was racing at the mere thought of the possibility of that touch.  She
didn't dare allow it, of course.  And even if she had, she knew that it
would mean nothing to these men who helped dozens of people onto horses
every day.  Still, the thought seemed to arouse her.

   After a brief lesson in horsemanship, the group was off.  Junior took
the lead, followed by the older couple, then the family, then Jen, Kate,
and Winston.  They made their way around the office and barn and out
through an opening in the fence that led through a quiet wooded area. 
These weren't the trails that Jen remembered from her youth.  They were
narrower, and the tree branches were lower.  Soon she was focused on
avoiding branches and other obstacles.

   At first, the horses were tightly lined up.  Her horse, in fact, seemed
somewhat intent on passing the father in front of her.  With time, though,
the spacing became wider.  At a fairly wide creek crossing, Junior waited
for the whole group to catch up.

   "Is everybody good?" Winston called out from the back of the line.

   The response from the group was louder now.  Confidence was building.

   "All right, then.  Now we gonna start to climb the mountain."

   And climb they did.  While the term "mountain" may have been an
overstatement, the way was steep and filled with loose rocks, ruts, and
roots.  But the horses were sure-footed and after a half hour of climbing,
they were rewarded with views of deep green hills, scattered houses, and
the blue water of the Caribbean.

   The terrain, however, made for a rocky ride, and the friction of the
saddle, combined with the pulsing steps of the animal, were having an
effect on Jen.  Again, she recognized that her heightened state of sexual
awareness was affecting her in ways she could have never expected.  The way
back seemed quicker to her, and she was both surprised and a little
disappointed to see the back of the barn appearing as soon as it did.

   Junior led the group to the middle of the dusty lot in front of the
office and dismounted silently.  Winston moved to the front of the group.

   "Now we get to the best part!  We are going to the beach to ride in the
surf.  We stop here for a minute to change clothes, 'cuz you're gonna be
all wet."

   Jen could have sworn that he looked her directly in the eye as he
finished the last line.

   "After that ride, I'm already wet," laughed Kate.

   "Shh!  Someone will hear you!" Jen scolded.

   "One can only hope."

   Jen quickly realized that no one was listening.  She followed the lead
of the rest of the crowd, heading around to the back of the building where
her things had been locked away.  A minute later she and Kate emerged from
the ladies' room.  Her blouse was gone and the jeans were replaced by a
pair of white shorts over the bottom of the yellow bikini she was wearing.
Kate's suit was white and a bit more substantial than hers, but given what
that top was holding, it needed to be more substantial.  The material
highlighted Kate's deeply tanned skin.  The family, too, had slipped out of
their long pants and were waiting in little more than bathing suits and
shorts.  The older couple, apparently, had opted not to continue on to the
water.

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   Mickey sat in silence until the end of the story.  "Wow!  What a day! 
You're a very lucky man, Tim."

   "I know.  I still can't quite believe it.  I'm not sure what's come over
Jen...  but I like it!" he grinned.

   "There is something that happens," Mickey said, seriously.  "I want to
say that it's something that happens to women, but I suspect we guys go
through it too, though a bit differently."

   He fell silent for a long moment, staring out the window, lost in his
thoughts.

   When he finally spoke, he never changed his gaze.  "I remember when it
was with Kate."

   "When what was?"

   "The transformation.  The moment she went from being a 'nice girl' into
something very different."

   "At the patio, watching the people next door?" Tim suggested, his mind
suddenly flooded with the images he had created when Mickey had first
recounted the details of that night.  He could almost see Kate kneeling,
sucking Mickey's cock, her big tits exposed as they watched the illicit
threesome next door.

   "No," Mickey shook his head.  "That night started some things, that's
for sure.  But it took a couple of years of talk, and fantasy, and teasing,
and 'what if?"."

   "The exhibitionism you told us about." Now Tim found himself overwhelmed
with images of Kate at the drive-in, tits exposed, masturbating for the men
standing just inches away from her.  His thoughts were interrupted by
Mickey.

   "Yep.  And don't get me wrong, there were a lot of doubts in those
years, too.  She'd get excited by the fantasy of it all, then suddenly step
back, vowing she would never do any of it again.  It was almost like she
had to get to the point of giving herself permission to have fun.  But then
we came back here for another vacation, and all of the circumstances came
together for her.  For us."

   Mickey paused, lost in his own thoughts for a moment, staring at nothing
far beyond Tim's shoulder.

   Tim wondered about what images he might be reviewing just then.

   "Our flight was delayed.  Bad weather, missed connections, too many
passengers, too few seats on the planes that remained, you know.  It was
nearly midnight by the time we landed." Micky never changed his gaze.

   "By the time we got to the airport here, we were starving but were even
more concerned that our hotel shuttle was long gone.  It wasn't.  There was
one lone driver, leaning on a wall, waiting for us.  He loaded us into a
taxi and asked if we wanted something to eat before the drive.  Since it
was so late, he said our options were limited, but he knew a place if we
were willing to do something "traditional".

   "We would have agreed to anything at that point, but I was surprised
when we left the main road.  It was only a couple of blocks into what
looked like a residential neighborhood.  In fact, the place just looked
like a big house to me.  I didn't even see a sign, but I could hear music
and people chatting and laughing as we got out of the cab."

   "The food was good.  Homemade, I suspect.  A small band played in the
corner and some of the other guests were dancing.  We were the only
Americans in the place, but it didn't matter.  People were warm.  The music
was good.  And the beer was cold.  We probably stayed longer than we should
have."

   Mickey paused again.  He shifted his gaze but was still somewhere a
thousand miles away as he continued.

   "I had gone to the restroom and was settling into my seat again when an
attractive lady asked me to dance.  I really didn't know what to say.  It
caught me off guard.  Before I could answer, the driver said that he would
be happy to dance with Kate, if I would permit it.  So we danced."

   Mickey chuckled, "I'm not much of a dancer, and I certainly didn't know
the moves she tried to teach me, but we had fun.  In fact, a couple of
other girls even had a turn.  I kept an eye on Kate the whole time.  She
was having fun with the driver, and the rest of the room for that matter.
At that point, it was...  social.  A group of people dancing and laughing,
enjoying one another's company."

   "After a bit, the music changed.  A slow song came up and I headed back
to the table, thinking that Kate and the driver were following.  I was
planning on settling my tab and getting on the road.  But, to my surprise,
they didn't leave the dance floor."

   Mickey leaned toward Tim, looking him in the eye.  "I never would have
believed it, if I hadn't seen it.  Kate was leaning into the driver, her
arms wrapped around him, dancing like horny kids at the prom.  Well, the
prom in my day," Mickey laughed.

   "And it wasn't just dancing.  His hands...  their hands...  were
everywhere.  Exploring.  Pushing boundaries."

   Tim remained silent as the older man continued.

   "Most surprising of all, I think, was my reaction.  Here's my wife,
getting felt up by a perfect stranger in the middle of a crowded dance
floor.  I should have been jealous, or even furious, but I wasn't.  I was
aroused."

   Mickey's gaze moved away again.  He took a drink, lost in his own memory
of the night.

   "I watched the whole episode from 20 feet away.  But in a way, it was
like I wasn't even there.  I was some sort of hidden voyeur taking in the
scene.  When the song finally ended they came back to the table.  Kate was
flushed.  I recognized the look in her eye.  The driver was trying to hide
the bulge in his pants.  So when Kate slid in behind the table to sit next
to me, he followed her, doing his best to hide his lap under the table."

   "Kate asked for water and we spent a minute or two in silence.  When we
finally made eye contact, I could see the question on her face, wondering
if maybe she had gone too far.  But, to be fair, this is what we had talked
about.  This was one of our fantasies, happening right now before our eyes.
I think we both wondered how far we might be willing to let it go."

   "'Are you OK?' she asked me, 'I think I got carried away.' She started
to apologize, but I simply took her hand and dropped it into my lap.  She
smiled when she saw how hard I was.  Then she teased me about liking it,
wondering what else I might like.  There was something about the look in
her eye.  It was the same look I had seen dozens of times as we talked
about the fantasy of something happening.  But I never really expected
anything to actually happen."

   "The most unusual part of the whole thing," Mickey continued, "is that I
had always been the one 'pushing' things and suggesting possibilities.  But
that night, it was all her."

   Tim subtly rearranged himself in his seat, making his own erection more
comfortable.  He thought of Jen and her own sudden boldness and the
assertive way she opened the curtains, allowing her audience to see.

   "A minute or two later her other hand was in his lap.  She leaned toward
me, whispering quietly as she told me exactly what she was feeling.  As she
did, she began a slow and secret rhythm on my cock.  I peeked around her,
seeing that she was doing the same thing to him at the same time.  His dick
was rigid under his pants, and her delicate hand massaged it from the base
to the tip and then started over again.  I kept looking around the room,
trying to see if anyone was noticing us.  But we were, more or less, in the
back, seated along a wall, somewhat hidden by that table."

   "She smiled at me, then raised an eyebrow and said, 'dare me?" I think I
nodded.  I know that I couldn't have formed words.  Then suddenly she was
taking her hand off my lap and turning her attention to the driver.  A
minute later he was exposed.  I tried not to stare because I didn't want to
draw any attention to what she was doing, but I couldn't take my eyes away.
There it was - hard and black and wrapped in my wife's sweet, warm fingers.
The second dick she had ever touched in her life, and now here she is,
jerking off a stranger in a public place.  He came within a matter of
minutes."

   Tim had a dozen questions.  He knew he should be shocked by Mickey's
story and, on some level, he was, but he was also incredibly aroused by it.
The Kate he knew was outgoing and sexy and a flirt, but he could almost
imagine her back in the day; reserved and conservative and cautious.  Not
unlike Jen.  But in spite of the events of the last couple of days, there
was no way that he could imagine his wife ever touching another stranger.
Let alone giving a public handjob.

   Then again, he would have never imagined her allowing others to see her
naked.  Or having sex.

   .......................................................

   Back on their horses, it was a short ride across the road and down to a
quiet beach.  The animals seemed to know exactly what to do once they saw
the surf.  With no prodding at all from Jen, "Daisy" galloped toward the
water.  As though they had been choreographed, all of the horses formed a
single file line and ran parallel to the beach.  Without warning, the first
in line turned hard, moving into deeper water retracing his route.  The
others followed in turn.

   The sensation was unlike anything Jen had ever experienced.  She was
completely out of control, subject to the whims of the horse beneath her.
The water was at once cool and warm, probably due to the body heat of the
animal she was riding.  She could do little else but hang on and enjoy the
ride.

   If they had been given a signal, she never saw it.  The first horse
simply exited the surf and moved toward Winston who had been waiting on the
beach.  The others followed.  Minutes later they were back in front of the
building, sliding off of their horses for the last time.  Jen was following
the family back to the building to dry off when she heard Kate's voice well
behind her.

   "Winston, where do you get your horses from?"

   "These horses have been in my family for a long time.  We raise them
just for this."

   "Really?" continued Kate.  "So they aren't retired from racing or
something else?"

   Jen wondered why Kate was suddenly so interested in horses.  Perhaps,
she thought, she was more interested in Winston.  He explained how his
grandfather had begun the business with rented horses, before finally
buying his first, and then moving into horse breeding, both for tourism and
other ventures.  Jen was cold, even though she was standing in the sun, but
given their experience at the shopping center the other day, she was
reluctant to leave Kate alone with the young Jamaican.

   .......................................................

   "So what caused that change?  I mean, it's a pretty big step from
letting some guys peek at a drive-in, to...  um...  that."

   "That's true," agreed Mickey, "but her step was bigger than that."

   Mickey took another drink and continued his story.

   "We got back in the car a few minutes after the driver returned from the
restroom and began making our way out here.  Kate and I were both so worked
up that we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.  By the time we
reached the edge of the city, her top was gone and she was leaning over
giving me a blowjob.  I was so turned on by the scene in the bar that I was
already covered in precum when she pulled it out.  I probably would have
cum as soon as she touched it, but I was afraid the driver was going to get
us all killed.  He kept turning around looking over his shoulder, or trying
to look in the rearview mirror.  I didn't mind him watching, of course, but
I wanted to stay alive.  Eventually, I started to pull up my pants and told
Kate to put her top on when he said he knew a spot where he could pull over
and we could finish."

   "Five minutes later we were on a dirt path that made a dead end into the
surf.  I suspect the locals used it as a boat launch.  Kate leaned close
and asked me if I was serious about a threesome - something we had talked
about during our fantasy sessions.  I don't really remember answering, but
a minute later all three of us were out of the car and she was on her
knees, sucking me as the driver watched from a few feet away.

   She looked up at me again with that question in her eyes.  I paused to
breathe, and she glanced over at the driver.  He was hard again.  She
looked back up at me, silently.  I can't remember her ever looking sexier.
Maybe it was the moonlight, reflecting off the calm water.  Maybe it was
the sea air.  Maybe it was the way her hair betrayed the fact that she had
just been burying herself in my lap in the cab.  It probably had a lot to
do with what I had just witnessed.  But most likely it was just the fact
that I was seeing a part of her I had never seen before.  Pure lust.  Maybe
the most honest moment we had ever had.  She was aroused, and wanting more.
And it looked good on her.

   I nodded for the driver to come closer.  He pulled his dick out of
pants, nearly erect again.  I suppose her actions had turned him on just as
much as they did me.  She took me back into her mouth, moving her lips with
purpose all the way to the base of my dick.  It seemed like her mouth was
wetter and hotter than she had ever been.  It had never felt better.

   Then, pulling it out, she looked up at me again and smiled.  It was
subtle, and sweet, and intimate.  We were about to share something -
together - that most couples never would consider.  I watched as she turned
her head toward him, examining his cock in the moonlight, stroking him a
time or two before flicking the point of her tongue at the tip of his dick.
Then she kissed it softly; the head, down the shaft, his balls.  She licked
slowly from the base all the way up its length, arriving at the swollen
head again.  Her lips parted, then, after the briefest pause, she opened
them just a touch wider and let him push the tip of his dick into her wet
mouth.  Then she turned back to me.  Again, taking me deep into her mouth
before flicking her tongue over the head of my dick, allowing me to feel
the same sensation she had just created for this stranger.  With each hand
holding the base of an erect penis, she began smoothly moving between us. A
few sucks for him, then a few for me.  A shower of fluttering tongue for
one, then the other.

   Honestly, I had to step back from her.  I was so aroused by the whole
situation that I knew was going to come way too soon.  So I watched as she
blew him, her head bobbing eagerly up and down his shaft.  Her eyes were
closed, lost and completely immersed in the sensuality of the moment. 
Almost unconsciously she began to pick up the pace.  I watched her own
breathing become deeper.  She, too, was aroused by what she was doing.  I
had to work hard not to cum, just from watching her.  He got close, too,
and she stopped abruptly.

   "'Not like that,' she said, between heavy breaths.  I need it inside me.
The driver looked at me and I nodded.  There was no way I was going to back
out now.  He fished a condom from his car and moved toward Kate, unrolling
it down his erect shaft as he walked.  She had found an old picnic table
and leaned forward on it, presenting herself to him as walked toward her,
his dick bouncing in time with his pace."

   "He grabbed her ass cheeks, causing her to gasp, then ran his cock up
and down her crack, pausing for a moment to tease her clit.  Her exposed
pussy glistened in the moonlight.  She was absolutely drenched.  He finally
pointed the tip of his cock at her opening.  I could see him rotating his
hips slightly, almost creating a drilling motion as he pressed into her
slit.  He took his time, and since he carried a fair more girth than I do,
I suspect she was grateful.  Her moans grew louder.  So much so that two
guys showed up from out of the bushes.  They kept their distance, and I
said nothing, not wanting to ruin the moment."

   "His first penetration was so slow that it made my dick ache.  But
eventually, he reached bottom and added an extra thrust when he did,
eliciting another gasp from Kate.  He started a rhythm then, pumping her
slow and deep, always with that punctuation at the end.  I watched his
black cock sliding in and out of my wife's pussy for several minutes, then
moved around front so that she could suck me as he fucked her."

   "Again, the sensation was too much, and I came far too soon.  She
surprised me again, slurping at my dick until she had pulled every drop out
of me.  I stepped back to watch the show with the other voyeurs.  It didn't
take long, but I can still hear her voice cutting through the night air as
he brought her to a series of orgasms before finishing himself."

   "And that, Tim, was the night it all changed."

   "And you were OK with all that?"

   "For the most part," Mickey said as he stood.  "We talked a lot about it
over the next few days.  On the whole, we decided we both had fun and we
wanted more.  And so," he laughed again, "we've had more!"

   Tim remained quiet for a minute.

   "I'm not sure I'd be up for all that," he finally concluded.  "But I
don't really need to worry about it since Jen would never think of letting
things go that far.  I can't even imagine her letting someone else touch
her."

   .......................................................

   Junior had put away all of the horses except for the one that Winston
was leaning on as he spoke.  As he came out of the barn he had Jen and
Kate's bags in his hand.

   "So how many horses do you have now?" Kate asked as she took the bags.

   "Well, here we have 27, including two colts that we will train for the
tourists."

   "Babies!  You have babies?" Kate seemed euphoric.  "Jen, don't you want
to see them?"

   "Um, I guess.  Unless these men have other work."

   "No ma'am.  No other work today.  Come to the barn and I will show you."

   Kate dug into her bag as they walked.  Entering the darkened barn, she
handed Jen the bags, and her cell phone.

   "Just push the power button twice and the camera will come on."

   Jen wondered why Kate couldn't take her own pictures of horses, but she
followed along quietly.  Winston led them to the back corner of the barn
where two young colts shared a stall.  They were cute, Jen had to admit,
but she still felt awkward being here.  She took a couple of pictures, both
of the horses and then Kate with the horses.

   Winston closed the stall gate as they stepped back into the main
passageway and thanked the ladies for coming.

   "Oh, no," said Kate.  "Thank you, for a wonderful morning.  We had fun,
didn't we, Jen?"

   Jen couldn't help but agree.  The ride, the views, and the experience
were all something she wouldn't forget for a long time.

   "Oh, where are my manners?" Kate continued.  "Time for a gratuity,
right."

   Winston responded quickly.  "We don't expect anything, however, we
wouldn't refuse whatever you feel to be appropriate."

   Kate smiled at Jen.  "Whatever we feel, Jen.  Isn't that nice?" She
turned back toward Winston, still smiling.

   "Whatever I feel?" She repeated.

   Now it was Winston's turn to smile.  "Yes, ma'am."

   Jen couldn't believe was she was seeing.  Knowing what she knew about
Kate, she wasn't shocked, but still.  Right here?  In front of her?

   "Well, let's see what I feel." Kate put her hands on the younger man's
chest, slowly sliding them down toward his waist.  Jen couldn't move.  She
could scarcely even breathe.  She watched as Kate's hands found the waist
of his pants.  She tugged for an instant with the left and allowed the
right to continue moving farther down.

   "Oh, I feel something." She wrapped her hands around the man's shaft;
its outline plainly visible through the light fabric of his pants. 
Squeezing it, she moved closer toward him, pressing her large breasts into
him, then sliding down the length of his body to her knees.

   "Very impressive," she said, looking up at Winston.  "Wanna see it,
Jen?"

   Her mouth was too dry to answer.  Her brain was screaming both yes, and
no, at the same time.  She knew that had she been able to form a response
it wouldn't have mattered.  This was Kate's game and she was going to see
it out to the end.

   "Well, I want to see it.  And to feel it." She never broke eye contact
with him, and he stared back with a look that mixed disbelief with primal
lust.  "I want to know how it feels in my hand.  I want to feel it pulsing
and growing.  I want to feel it responding to me."

   She tugged at his beltless pants and they gave way, falling aside
without a fight.  She eagerly dug her hand inside and paused when she
reached her prize.

   "Oh, Jen." She looked at her young friend for the first time.  "You're
not going to believe this!."

   Jen was already having a hard time believing what was happening.

   "Look!" Kate pulled the black cock out from its resting place.  In its
semi-erect state it was already larger than Jen could have imagined a penis
would ever be.  Sure, she had heard rumors, but now she was staring at
evidence.  Nearly hard evidence.

   Kate wrapped her fingers around the dark shaft, gently tugging, then
stroking it softly.  "It's beautiful," she said to no one in particular. 
Then, without another thought, she darted her tongue out of her mouth and
teased the tip, just fluttering the end of her tongue on its hole before
continuing underneath with the same technique, all the way down to his
balls.

   She smiled first at Winston, then at Jen, before returning her full
attention to his growing member.  She kissed it lightly.  On the tip, then
along the sides, down to the base again before dragging her tongue back up
its length.  All the while it continued to grow, both longer and thicker.

   Jen watched in stunned silence.  She watched as Kate teased it to
greater length.  She watched as Winston leaned against a post and took her
head in his hands.  She watched as her friend parted her lips, allowing the
tip of that black cock to enter her mouth.  She continued to watch as the
older woman found a rhythm, opening her mouth to take it deep, then sucking
gently as she pulled her head back up toward the tip, before repeating the
process.

   She paused only for a minute to say, "Picture."

   Jen scarcely heard her.  Well, she heard the word but it didn't connect
with her thinking processes.

   "Take a picture, Jen."

   Only then did she realize that it wasn't photos of horses that Kate
wanted.  She shook herself and turned on the phone.  Winston moved the arm
closest to her so that she could get the shot.  She reviewed it and
realized that you could barely tell what was happening in the image.  So
she tried again, waiting until Kate had pulled her head back far enough to
see the erect shaft parting her red lips.

   Suddenly, Kate reached for her bikini top, releasing the knot with one
deft move.  She then raised herself higher on her knees, wrapping her big,
soft breasts around Winston's dick.

   "Like this," she instructed.

   Jen took another picture.  Somehow it made his dick look even bigger. 
He filled her cleavage and still had exposed skin on both ends of his
shaft. Kate began to suck him again.  Jen instinctively took another
picture, then another, followed by three more.

   "Kneel down," instructed Kate.  "I want to be able to see it all."

   The angle was better.  In fact, she found if she leaned a bit to her
left, towards Winston, she could see almost all of Kates's face as she took
that massive cock.

   "Video," Kate mumbled between strokes.

   Jen found the button and began to record the sight and sounds in front
of her, capturing every inch of the hard, swollen cock sliding in and out
of her eager mouth.  As she did, she became aware of the smells, too:
sweat, and horses and the subtle fragrance of Kate's perfume.  Sex, she
thought.  It smells like sex.  The odor seemed to have an effect on her. 
Whatever shock she had felt earlier had now drifted away.  She had moved
past surprise and beyond curiosity and was now arriving at something darker
and more intense.  She found herself leaning closer to the two of them.  As
she did, the strong masculine smell of Winston's groin seemed to pull her
toward his substantial member.  She caught a glimpse of Kate, a small smile
growing in her eyes.

   Suddenly her better sense prevailed and she stopped recording.  She
stood quickly to her feet, trying to distance herself, at least to some
degree, from what was happening.  As she stood, Winston turned to her and
smiled, as though he knew exactly the effect the scene was having on her.

   She broke from his gaze and saw, for the first time, that Junior had
entered the barn at some point.  He was far enough away to present no
threat.  He was, in fact, nearly hidden, just trying to get a peek at
Kate's oral skills.  When Jen saw him he tried to look away, then, almost
as an animal that has been alerted to the presence of an approaching human,
he froze and just stared at her.  Their eyes locked long enough for both of
them to know that they had each been found out.

   Jen resisted the initial impulse to look away.  She realized that
Junior's right hand was pressed to the front of his pants, not unlike one
of the men she had seen the day before.  He wasn't grasping himself. 
Instead, it appeared that he was gently rubbing himself with the back of
his thumb and hand as if to disguise his intent.

   Winston was breathing heavier now.  Kate was even more animated in her
efforts.  Jen was convinced that her own scent had now been added to the
others she had noticed earlier.  She glanced back at Winston, who was still
staring at her.  His eyes were glazed in pleasure as Kate nearly finished
her task.

   Looking back at Junior, she saw that he had not turned away either. 
Both men were now watching her, even as Kate performed her oral show.  Jen
felt her hands rising, slowly, but certainly, toward her chest.  Without
thinking too deeply she allowed her hands to meet at the cleft between her
breasts.  She paused only for a moment before grasping the light fabric
that covered them, then pulling them apart from one another, allowing her
erect nipples to spring into view.

   A faint smile formed on Junior's lips as he enjoyed her wanton display.
She heard Winston groan his approval, too, as she coaxed the fabric even
wider.  Her right hand began to make its way down from her chest, working
past her tummy, slowly and deliberately.  Before it reached its inevitable
target, Jen was interrupted by Winston's hand, which gently brushed her
left breast.

   She looked down as he began to grasp it, squeezing it tightly.  His
rough fingers and callous hand provided a sensation far different than when
Tim touched them.  Her nipples responded to his rough touch and he moaned
his pleasure at the sight, rolling one of them between his thumb and
forefinger.  Jen heard herself gasp as he suddenly grabbed her entire
breast again, nearly pulling her toward him as he did.

   Whether that was a result of his orgasm or the cause of it, she didn't
know.  But the two actions seemed to happen simultaneously.  Kate pulled
her head back just in time.  The first blast of his cum splashed across her
neck.  The next three coated her breasts and followed gravity's pull into
the warmth between them.  Winston took his dick into his hand, squeezing
out even more as the two women watched him.

   Kate posed for a few more pictures, making sure the light caught the
reflection of her sticky reward, before finally standing up again.  Junior
had disappeared into some other corner of the barn and Jen suddenly felt
very exposed.  She pulled her bikini back into place and was trying to plan
her escape as Kate stood up and took her by the arm.

   "Now, that's how you give a tip!" she teased before leaning toward
Winston for a quick kiss.  "Are you ready to go?"

   "Umm, yeah." Jen was already regretting the last 15 minutes.

   "Let me make myself presentable.  I think we have time for a little
shopping before we meet the boys!"