The Horse

"You haven't, it seems. In fact, you have one of the best bodies I have ever seen," Colt for once is not grinning. Instead his face is completely blank. The compliment left me frozen. I couldn't even breathe. I had forgotten how. I am staring at the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on and he thinks my body is the best he's ever seen. Colt kept his stare on me, and it was too much to handle. I felt he was challenging me, he was challenging my husband and he wasn't even here to be challenged. My resentment for Clark grew. 'Colt's right, I have kept my body in shape, why couldn't Clark?'

"Are you two enjoying your meal?" I hear in my ear. I quickly snap my head in that direction and see the same waitress there, her eyes glued to Colt as well. For once Colt looks away from me and I felt the tension leave my body.

He looks at the waitress, his smile returning, "Everything is just fine," he says.

I feel a hint of jealousy as he looks at her. Her voice squeaks out a bit to eagerly, "If you need anything, just ask." She puts her hand on his shoulder and lets it run down his chest ever so slightly, and that hint of jealousy fills my body. Brandon returns to his seat as she walks away.

"What's going on?" he says looking at my face. Apparently, I was not hiding my emotions as well as I thought.

"Oh, nothing," I lied. I knew I couldn't look Colt in the eyes without being transfixed again and needed a chance to collect myself. "If you just excuse me, I'm going to go to the little girls room."

I stand up and as I do, so does Colt. Taken aback by his sudden chivalry I look at him again. There is no smile; he is just plainly looking at me. I felt upset. 'Why wasn't he smiling at me? Did I do something wrong?'

I am able to leave without making a further of a fool of myself. In the bathroom, I walk into the stall. I slip down out of my jeans and look at my panties. Like I suspected, they were soaked. There was a large, coincidentally, baseball sized wet spot in the center, and I could smell my scent drift up into my nose. I quickly pull them up and walk to the sink. I look in the mirror. I notice my eyes are wide and my face is just a little pale. I start taking deep breaths. 'What is wrong with me? I am a happily married woman, and he is just some kid. Go back out there and treat him like that.'

After I think I have myself convinced, I walk back out there to the table. I see Colt looking at his phone, probably responding to all those little sluts. 'Sluts? Really? Stop it. You are a grown woman. You don't call girls sluts. You aren't even competing with them.' I nod to myself and walk back to the table.

Brandon is in the middle of some story. Colt who is only partially paying attention looks up from his phone, as Brandon finishes. "And that's when Coach said, 'swing away, what's the worst that could happen," Brandon says as he leads into a laugh. Colt laughs as well, but with much less enthusiasm.

"What did I miss?" I ask as I walk around the table to sit down. I catch Colt staring at my ass. His eyes slowly scan my body to my breasts and then look me directly in the eye as I take a seat. I feel warmth from his approval and boldness once again, but am able to shake it off immediately.

"Oh, not missing anything. Just a story," Brandon says as he finishes his drink. "Are you ready to go?" He asks me.

"I am if Colt is."

I look at Colt and he nods. "After you," he says.

I pay and we leave. I do not look at them or speak on the drive home. I have never had such an exhausting dinner.

When we get home, I go to my room and change out of my panties. The wetness has dried a bit, but they most definitely need a wash. I dig my hand into my underwear drawer until I find what I am looking for. I pull out my small silver vibrator, or what I call my 'silver bullet.' I sit in the middle of my walk-in closet and begin rubbing it around my clit. Almost instantly I can feel the orgasm coming on. I think of Colt, his deep blue eyes, his bulging muscles, his deep sultry voice. The orgasm that hit me was one of the most intense I have felt in probably three years. I couldn't make a sound. My eyes roll back in my head, my head tilts back, I grab my left tit for support and to heighten it further. First my hips rock back and forth, but eventually I stop. My body tenses up, and for a few seconds I feel every thought and feeling I had during dinner build up in me, and almost as quickly as they built, they released. I collapsed against the wall panting for breath. All the tension removed. I felt like a completely different woman now: one that could handle herself around Colt and not act like such a schoolgirl.

I put on a pair of yoga pants for comfort and a t-shirt, trying to be a bit more modest than earlier, and walk back down into the den. Brandon and Colt are sitting on the couch already watching a baseball game, so I sit on the far end next to Brandon. I curl up taking up as little space as possible and sit silently as the two boys talk baseball. Occasionally, I catch Colt's eye's drift my direction getting a good look at my legs and hips in the yoga pants and I start regretting my decision to wear them, but knew I couldn't change now because that would be even more suspicious.

A few hours later, Clark walks through the door. There is a sudden look of confusion on his face as he stares at Colt. I don't say anything because the less I say the more I can control myself in Colt's presence. Colt stands up and introduces himself, "Colt." Hid voice is firm and commanding. He extends his large hand to shake my husband's. "You must be Clark. I'm Brandon's teammate."

My husband slowly extends his hand and I can see his grimace as Colt shakes it very firmly. I notice the height difference between the two is astounding at almost a foot, and even in their body language Colt is overpowering. Colt standing perfectly erect, not giving up an inch of his large frame, while Clark is leaning back almost frightened of this hunk of a man before him. When their hands separate Clark flexes his obviously trying let the blood rush back to it. He looks up at Colt and says, "Nice to meet you," in a voice that says otherwise. He walks away and every once of me new that I shouldn't, but I couldn't help but feel more attraction for Colt.

That night the three men sat mostly in silence as they watched the baseball game. I instead watched how Clark responded to Colt's presence. Clark seemed very uncomfortable, fidgeting in his seat looking at Colt with a look of awe and suspicion. Colt on the other hand was indifferent to Clark even being there. He watched the game, and every so often, I saw him making eye contact with me and I would quickly look away embarrassed. I had pretty much given up on seeming confident in front of Colt and at this point was just trying to not lust after him and do something stupid.

Clark and I eventually went to bed. As he was getting under the sheets, I walked in wearing one of my sexiest nightgowns: the black, lacy material hugging my hips stopping just past my aching pussy. My breasts were almost spilling out over the top of the tight cups. "Hey, baby," I say trying to sound as sexy as possible, leaning against the dresser with one hand on my cocked out hip.

Clark's eyes look at me and widen. "Well, hello there." He lies back in the bed and I strut over and sit next to him and start stroking his leg. "It seems you're in the mood."

I just nod and grab his hand. I slide two of his fingers into my mouth and start sucking on them imitating a blowjob. His eyes light up, but he quickly sits up. "We can't, baby. We have company in the house."

I pull his fingers out, "That will make it even sexier."

I crawl over him so that my breasts dangle in front of his face and slowly push him back against his pillow. I slide my hands down his chest and over the big bulge in his belly pulling the sheets as I go. I see he is clearly aroused and is pitching a tent in his pajamas. I lick the pole through his shorts and his dick twitches. I smile and look at him in the eyes. They are wider than I have ever seen them. He was definitely not expecting this when he came home tonight. I nibble on his cock through the PJs, and he let's out a small moan. It has been weeks since we have even cuddled, so I know he was enjoying this. I slide my hands into the seam of his pants and pull them down slowly with my whole body as my ass goes up in the air. His cock pops out like a tiny spring. I close my eyes and wrap my lips around the head. "Fuck, Emma, that feels great," Clark mutters as my lips slide down his shaft. I push down to the base and then even go a bit further, pushing my lips into his fat around the base as far as I can go.

I keep my eyes closed and imagine that it isn't Clark's hard cock that's in my mouth. Instead, I am sucking off Colt. I let my tongue slide down the underside of his cock and bury my face deeper. Then I begin to bob up and down keeping my mouth clenched tight around it. I imagine Colt lying there, his muscles flexing, his eyes burning into the top of my head as I please him, his deep, sexy voice moaning with the pleasure I gave him. Holy shit! I was cumming. I was cumming just thinking about blowing Colt. My hips thrust a bit and I begin to moan as my orgasm hits its apex. The vibrations of my voice on his dick send Clark over the edge and he shoots his load right into my mouth. It is not that impressive. Not even enough to cover my tongue, but I pull off as swallow like a good wife should.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I couldn't hold off anymore. It was just so good," Clark says trying desperately to apologize as he sees my look of dissatisfaction.

"It's okay, darling." I give his dick a little kiss as it pathetically deflates, and I crawl over to my side of the bed and get under the sheets. He puts his arm over my waist and holds me for a few minutes before rolling over and falling asleep.

I couldn't sleep. It was a combination of sexual frustration, and anger at both Clark and myself. I was angry that I came thinking about give another man a blowjob. Not just another man, but the same man that was down the hall right now. However, a bigger part of me was mad at Clark. Was what Colt implied earlier right? Should I be mad at Clark for falling out of shape? I kept in shape, he didn't. I wanted to have great sex, he didn't. I could obviously please him, but he couldn't please me. He hadn't in years. And then seeing him next to Colt: Clark wasn't even a man by comparison. What a pathetic little shit. The worst part was I was mad at myself for being mad at Clark. I was fuming.

I get up silently and walk down stairs to get some water to cool off. I grab a glass and fill it up in the sink. As, I do I hear a footstep behind me followed by a voice.

"Well, hello there, pretty lady." The voice was deep and slow and I immediately knew whom it belonged to.

I spin around and as expected I see Colt standing in the doorway. He was wearing gym shorts and no shirt. My eyes scan his body. It was more amazing than I ever believed it could be. His pecs look like giant rectangles sitting under his skin, each grove in his abs had to be an inch deep, and, my god, there were so many of them. His abs just keep going into his shorts, and unlike Clark, there didn't seem to be a hair on his torso. So much of my body wanted to walk up to him and feel his chest, run my fingers over his washboard stomach, even slide my hands into his shorts.

"What..." My voiced squeaks with fear, not of what he might do to me, but of what I might do to him. I collect myself and tried again, "What are you doing up?" I ask.

He takes a few steps into the room and leans against the counter about four or five feet in front of me, "I heard footsteps and thought I should check it out." I immediately imagine what someone would do if they tried to break in and saw this colossal hunk. Probably piss their pants. Then I compared that to what they would do if Clark did the same. He would get laughed at and hurt badly, maybe even killed. Then I imagined if Clark and Colt fought. I imagine Colt beating Clark to a pulp. The thought of Colt shirtless, sweaty body covered in my husband's blood sent shivers down my spine.

"Nothing going on. Just little, old me," I say doing a much better job containing my attraction. I put the glass to my lips and drink.

"Emma, you are not old, and you have a lot going on." He isn't smiling; his face is dead serious. I feel my own face get hot and I can tell I went a bit red. I can see his pec muscle flex involuntarily...or maybe he did it on purpose. Does he know what he is doing to me?

I had had it. This kid could not so blatantly hit on another man's wife. 'I am going to stop him once and for all,' I thought. "Thank you, Colt, but that is a bit inappropriate." 'Really? That was my big move. I am pathetic.'

"Like your outfit," he retorts. It wasn't a question. It was a statement. I look down and realize I was still wearing the slutty nightgown from earlier. I feel completely stupid and ultimately vulnerable. My tits are almost hanging out and my ass is just about showing and I am walking around the house. 'Did I want to be caught like this? Was this my subconscious coming through?'

"I'm sorry," I say trying to cover my exposed bust.

As I put my arm up to hide it, he grabs my forearm. "Don't," is all he says. I feel a rush unlike anything I have felt so far. His touch sends me over the edge, I get goose bumps, and my pussy is incredibly warm and starting to get wet once again. I just look at him; he was closer, maybe a foot away from me. His presence seems so large now: larger than before. He moves my arm, and I don't resist. I didn't just let him; I wanted him to see them, 'but I shouldn't,' I thought. 'This is wrong.' He then places my hands on each pec. My pussy almost explodes. Feeling his hard muscles sent waves of pleasure down my spine. I knew at this moment. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care that my husband was upstairs. I wanted this man, and everything about him.

"Would you still like to know why they called me 'The Horse'?" He whispers in a low, low voice. The sound filled my ears like an audible orgasm. His gaze was in my eyes again.

"You...you..." I can't speak. I am petrified with absolute lust. I strain and finally get out, "You told me earlier." It was barely a whisper, not even a mutter.

"I told you one reason, but it isn't the real reason. The reason Brandon didn't want you to find out." His wicked grin comes back. I was intrigued now more than I thought humanly possible. It was as if he didn't tell me I was going to just collapse. "But the real reason, I can't really tell you. I would have to show you. Do you want me to show you?" His voice was so slow, like his was talking to a little kid, like he knew what effect he was having on me. All I can do was nod, which I did sheepishly.

He steps back and I feel myself lean forward almost desperate to still feel him. He slides his fingers into his gym shorts. Given his height, his waistband was inline with my chests. I knew this was wrong, but now we were about to cross a line: a line that if he crossed there was no going back. I wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen, but whatever it was, it would change me. It seemed to take forever for him to slowly start to lower his shorts. I wasn't sure whether he was doing it so slow or I was seeing in slow motion this surreal moment.

His shorts lower and I see his pubic bone. It is just as hairless as his chest. I bite my lip knowing what is about to come out. His shorts lower more and that's when I see it. The base of the thickest cock I have ever seen. It is like my forearm was growing out of his pubic bone. I felt my jaw drop with his shorts. It lowers more and more. It is just as thick all the way down, but it just keeps going. It couldn't be real, it just couldn't.

Eventually his shorts drop to the floor and the whole thing is exposed. It is the longest, thickest cock I have ever laid eyes on, and I had seen a few dirty movies in my life. It is still soft and it was longer than my husband when fully erect, even when he was younger. It must be 8" just hanging there. I am transfixed and can't take my eyes off of it. My pussy is on fire with lust.

"They call me 'Horse' because of this. Because of my horse cock." His hand reaches down to it and holds the base of it up. Even with his large hand holding it, there is just as much sticking out as is hidden. "Would you like to see me hard?" He asks, not waiting for my reply. He slowly starts stroking it. It seems to take forever to get to the fat head and back down. I notice for the first time he is looking hungrily at my breasts.

After just two slow strokes he looks to be fully erect. My God! It is even bigger. It would take three of his hands just to cover it and no telling how many of mine. It is even thicker now, a little bit smaller than a soup can. It is protruding straight at my face, like it is staring at me. I see the shaft has several veins leading to the head. I never in my life wanted to put my lips around a cock so badly. I want to feel its warmth. I want to stroke it. I want to suck it. I want it in my throbbing pussy. My pussy is absolutely soaked right now. I can feel some of the liquid dripping down my leg. Everything about this naked man in front of me is a God and I wanted to feel like his Goddess.

"Do you want to stroke it?" He asks with that grin growing wider by my reaction. I just nod and reach my hand out for it tenderly. When I do, he steps back so I can't grasp his glorious piece of meat leaving his gym shorts on the floor. I take a step forward like a little toddler and try to grab it again, and he steps back once again.

He laughs, and I look up at his eyes full of lust, pleading to let me feel his manliness. "Tell me what you want," he whispers, his voice rumbling.

I try to say "I want it," but I mutter something incomprehensible. My breaths are sporadic. I can't even tell how loud I am breathing. I don't care.

"What, Emma?" He smiles at me. He is enjoying seeing me like this, complete putty in his hands.

"I want it," I mutter. I look back down at his huge cock, I see the blood pulsating in each vein and it twitches. I gasp at the sudden movement of his thick, veiny cock.

"What do you want?" he says just toying with me now. His eyes are on fire. He is thoroughly enjoying seeing my lust, my desperate desire.

"I want your horse cock!" I whisper as loud as I could whisper. 'Oh my god, did that just come out of my mouth?'

"What about your husband?" he asks looking deep into my eyes again. They are so gorgeous. His muscles are so big. He is so big everywhere.

"Fuck my husband," I mutter. I can't believe I am saying these things, but this man, this cock in front of me. I have to have it. "I need your huge cock." I feet my pussy throb at the thought of trying to fit this giant fucking cock all the way inside it.

I step forward once more to try and grab his cock and he steps back one more time. He then reaches up to my face and rubs my cheek with his manly hands and I feel that similar rush in my body. "I am going to have some fun with you this week." He puts his finger over my lips and I feel my knees shake slightly. His touch finally leaves me, and he turns and walks away completely naked, his cock completely erect. I stare at his perfectly chiseled ass and can actually see his dick swing to the outside of his hip as he walks to the stairs and back to sleep.

I look down to the floor, and see his gym shorts just sitting there. I bend down and pick them up and immediately bring them to my face and smell his musky scent. It smells delicious, so strong, so manly. I fall to the floor, right there in the kitchen. I let my hand slide into my panties and I start rubbing my clit like I'd never be able to do it again. I imagine Colt's cock. I imagine sucking on it, pleasing him, and him moaning to my mouth. I even imagine him making me gag on it, forcing it down my throat, having his way with me, and cumming in my mouth. I orgasm at the very though of me swallowing all of his thick, creamy cum. It's just as powerful as the one in my closet. I let out a series of moans, followed by a silent gasp, as my body collapses in ecstasy.