Standard disclaimers.
This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this.
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Also, this story takes place in a world where STDs don't exist and only babies planned for and wanted do—in other words, a fantasy world. Any resemblance to real-life people is purely coincidental.
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"The emergency room?" Gwen asked, her panic rising. "What's going on!? Why are you—"
"It's not me, it's not me, relax," Tim soothed. "It's Charlie. He started having chest pains after lunch, one of his crew brought him here and didn't know what else to do so they called me."
"Oh." Her panic subsided but was replaced by something different, something still unpleasant. "Is he...is he alright?"
Tim could swear he heard genuine concern in her voice. I'll be damned..."He seems to be so far, they're running tests, don't know much yet. I'm just trying to keep him calmed down until they finish up—he's pissed they're keeping him so long. Speakin' of which, I gotta go—I'll let you know as soon as I know something."
"Please do. I'll take care of your afternoon appointments."
"Please and let 'em know someone will get there as soon as possible."
"I will."
Tim eventually returned a short time after the last truck had come back and the last employee had left for home. Gwen greeted him anxiously at the door. "Well?"
"Fat-ass had indigestion from whatever shit he shoveled down his throat for lunch," he said, grimacing and shaking his head in irritation. "Must've been a hell of a bellyache to get him to admit he had it. They gave him some industrial strength heartburn med and sent him home."
"Well, that's a relief..."
"Yeah..." Tim's expression became a bit more thoughtful. "The doctor did tell him he was going to be back for the real thing soon enough if he didn't lose some weight, though. If not that, diabetes, or both. Charlie just laughed and told her she was just trying to get him to pay for her new car."
"He has always been so stubborn! Well, at least he was alright today."
"Today, yeah."
Gwen could see that thought wasn't wholly satisfying to him. "C'mon," she offered. "I've got dinner started."
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It began to rain the next morning and didn't stop for three days. Gwen and Natalie's Friday ride was a washout, but her sister-in-law came for lunch instead. The shower they took together was unnecessary bur still enjoyable, Gwen's climax soon followed by the skies clearing as if one triggered the other.
Cricket arrived mid-morning the next day, Marvin getting an enthusiastic greeting first as always before she went to find Gwen in the house. She was in the kitchen, already dressed for a day of chores and riding, her still-wet hair hanging on her shoulders. "Did you go swimming this morning?"
Gwen smiled. "Shower. Tim's working today and he wanted to have a little fun before he left. I thought it would make it easier to clean up after."
Cricket cocked an eyebrow and smiled. "Fun as in bedroom fun?"
"Fun as in bedroom fun," Gwen confirmed.
"Oh! What did you two do that required cleaning up?"
"Oh, you know," the older woman said with a casualness that shocked the Lady, "some touching, some kissing, some more kissing in naughtier places, then he got on me, and..."
"So he, uhh, shot it on you?" The young woman was blushing furiously, but her embarrassment could not dampen her curiosity. "Is that why you had to clean up?"
"No, inside, but it was still kind of messy," Gwen replied with amusement. "I didn't like the idea of riding in wet underwear."
"I wish I had been here! I would have loved to watch you two," Cricket said with some excitement. "Unless you wanted some privacy, I mean! And I would have been glad to, you know, help clean up after..."
"You really liked doing that, didn't you?"
"Sorry! I know it's really sick, but you and him all mixed up together...like I'm tasting you two make love, like I'm getting some of it, too. There's just something so exciting about it. Sorry."
"Nothing to apologize for. Next time I'll know to wait until you get here."
"I'm so embarrassed for even suggesting you should. Ready to head up to the barn?" the young woman asked quickly, anxious to change the subject.
The women started out across the lawn. "My turn to be a little embarrassed," Gwen said as they stepped into the shade of the overhang. "I got a gift from Sylvia Danning this week that you should probably see."
Cricket looked at the saddle and began to giggle. "I know what that is! I didn't tell you this," the young woman said with a smile, her eyes shifting down to the barn floor, "but Hannah and I had a bet that day. She said that you'd have an orgasm before noon, and I bet you wouldn't at all. I won." Cricket looked up again. "Right?"
"No, I did not," Gwen replied sternly. "But it did really make it hard not to. It took all my concentration..." Miss Ritter would have loved one of these as a training aid, she mused. "Did it look like I had an orgasm?"
"No, but I've seen how good you are at controlling them...I couldn't be completely sure if I missed one. Hannah definitely couldn't say she saw anything though, so we decided I won."
"And how much did you win?"
"We only bet a dollar, but that's just because I'm poor—I would have bet more because I was really sure you wouldn't. I know how focused you get, and you were really focused the day before, so I figured you would be then, too."
"Well, thank you for your confidence," Gwen said with a laugh. "So I guess Hannah knew about the saddle's, umm...properties?"
"Oh, yeah. She made me promise not to tell anyone, but she said Mrs. Danning will go out riding with her friends on them. They play a game, I guess—whoever can hold out the longest is the winner. She said she's never seen anyone hold out as long as you—not even Mrs. Danning!" Gwen wondered again what exactly the woman had been hoping for when she insisted on that saddle being used for the shoot. "Have you tried this one yet?"
"Uh huh, and it's a good thing you and Hannah weren't betting on that ride—I got up to the picnic clearing before I gave in and lost my, uhh, focus. You're welcome to try it out and see what I mean, if you want," she offered.
Cricket hesitated, considering. "Maybe later," she finally decided. "I've been looking forward to being out on Marvin all week, and I was hoping to go farther than the clearing..."
"I understand," Gwen replied with a laugh. You can use it any time you want. I should probably go with you when you do, though, just to make sure you're alright." That, she thought, and your orgasms are a lot of fun to watch.
"Well, yes, of course I'd want you along with me," Cricket replied, not really considering the idea she might go alone. "But right now, a nice long ride on a nice sunny day with my two best friends in the world is what I want."
They spent the rest of the morning and a good part of the afternoon up on the wooded trails, their conversations pleasant and innocuous. Still, there was an underlying sexual tension by the time they made it to the pool before dinner, the tension rising when Tim joined them for a swim after they had eaten. "Are you in the mood?" Gwen murmured to her husband as they prepared for bed while Cricket was out of earshot.
"Pretty much always," he replied, pulling her close. "Is she—" he nodded towards the bathroom—"joining us, or is this a you and her thing?"
"That's up to you and her." The young woman stepped out from the bedroom to find Gwen stretched out on her stomach, Tim straddling her ass and gently massaging her shoulders. "If you lie down next to me, one of us can do your back next," Gwen offered, a contented smile on her face and her eyes half-closed in bliss.
"I'd, umm, like to watch you two for a while, if that's okay," Cricket said, moving to an armchair against the wall. "I don't want to interrupt and seeing you together like that makes me really happy."
"Suit yourself," Tim said with a grin. "The offer's good any time, though."
"Thank you, maybe later..." She sat, her eyes on the couple, her hand absentmindedly smoothing a path over her stomach.
Gwen felt that now familiar surge of excitement with the prospect of an audience. Firm hands were creeping lower down her back, and a potent erection was nestled between her cheeks. She wiggled against it and coo'd appreciatively, the length dragging across her rosebud in response, Tim's hips rising up a little to lever the head down between her closed legs. She opened them just enough for him to more easily slide himself between them. The angle was too difficult for entry, but she loved the feel of the head bulling through her split while he flexed over her, kissing her ear and neck. His length pulled away as his lips began to work his way down her spine, leaving a trail to the small of her back. He continued on, his tongue worming its way between the cleft of her butt, flicking dangerously close to her wrinkled muscle before he roughly pushed her legs open and wriggled his face into her partially exposed sex. Gwen hoped he would take her like this, maybe a pillow under her hips to help his entry, but from behind, and roughly.
Tim had other ideas and was in the mood to show off a bit. "Turn over," he ordered, rising to his haunches and grabbing her ankles to hurry her along. In a moment she was on her back looking up at him, spreading herself wide in invitation, and he hungrily dove back into her waiting sex.
Gwen stifled a moan and looked over at Cricket. The wide-eyed young woman was watching intently, sitting on one hip with a leg beneath her and the other with the heel on the edge of the cushion, her breathing shallow and ragged as one hand gently fondled her breast while the other lay hidden behind her raised thigh, obviously busy.
