I'd been listening to the song "Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy" by Big & Rich for a while now and it was definitely one of my favorites but after one particular day it took on all new meaning to me.
I work on a ranch as a horse trainer and veterinarian for a couple of young, and very wealthy, people. She is blonde haired, although with the help of a bottle I later found out, about 5'10" tall and my boss. Being my boss stopped many things and started a few others—ones about her and I having sex fueled more than a few of my nightly erotic dreams.
Jessica's attitude was normally one that alternated between a state of aloofness and being a bit uppity. It did not stop me from doing my best to flirt with her on a regular basis. Eventually, after much time and trying, it finally got to her. She told me that if I continued with my "sexual harassment" of her she would have to do something about it.
Can you believe it? She actually accused me of sexual harassment. So, being a nice guy, one who doesn't go where he isn't desired to be, I backed off. That is when things took an unexpected turn.
As I was their veterinarian I spent a lot of time in the stalls taking care of their horses and making sure that they were in the best physical form that they could be.
So it was not a surprise to me that she would wander over to talk to me and check on the horses from time to time. Jessica loved to ride and spent an inordinate amount of time doing it as her husband was always away on business. Since we were always near each other we developed, gradually over time, a mutual respect for each other and began to discuss our lives openly.
As luck would have it once her aloof and uppity attitude was out of the way she became very forthcoming about all of her life. We lived and worked on a farm so it should be no surprise to anyone that the subject of sex is a common one, at least about the animals on the farm and their need to breed from time to time.
Once we started opening up about all aspects of our lives the dam just burst. It turned out that her husband, a large, scary looking black male with a really bad attitude, had not been keeping her satisfied in more than a few departments. Jessica, my boss' wife, told me of everything. She told me of how they were rich, but her life was empty as she had yet to have her first kid and that is something that they both wanted when they got married. Unfortunately, time passed quickly for them but, even after 7 years of marriage, they still had no kid. Also, for whatever reason, she had become less desirable to him. It had been ages since they had had sex and he was always to busy with work to even attend to her needs even once in a while.
Well it did not take a genius to see what was going on. Jessica was either in denial or just blind. I had spoken to Charles on numerous occasions. He was very forthcoming about his rather lovely bride and his disappointment with her. Things had changed too much for him in the last several years and the biggest problem was that Jessica had lost so much weight that she no longer appealed to him.
I almost passed out when I realized that Charles was a chubby chaser. Jessica, when they got married, was nearly 250 pounds, now she was down to a slender 108 pounds. Unfortunately for her, as proud as she was of her weight loss, he was disappointed. He even told me about how, when out on his numerous "business" trips, he would cheat on her with various larger women and even, on several occasions, larger-sized prostitutes who would cater to some of his more unusual desires.
I'd grown close to both Jessica and Charles, but it was not easy to stay friends with both of them. In order to do so I had to lie to one or both of them on occasion about what I knew about the others activities. It was not in me to do so and soon enough I broke down and told Jessica about Charles.
Now Jessica is the type of person not to believe the worst of others until she has undeniable proof so when I decided to tell her I had to do it the right way or I risked the great friendship she had developed with me. It took me some time to get the appropriate materials together and then get the information I needed from him but eventually I did.
The day that she came to me in tears telling me that she thought she had lost him to another woman I had the information ready for her. It was something I kept to myself until she had reached the point that she was ready to face the truth. I did not after all want to ruin a great friendship even if it meant never having her the way I had dreamed about in the past.
"Hoss, I think my husband is cheating on me," said Jessica in tears.
"And how did you arrive at this conclusion Jessica," I asked tentatively.
"The little things. It always turns out to be the little things doesn't it?" she said. "This morning I got a call on the phone but when I answered noone was there. There was, however, a number on caller ID."
"So, couldn't it have been a wrong number?" I asked.
"I might have thought that at one time but given everything else he has done lately I thought maybe not," she said.
"What else is there that he has done?" I inquired.
"Well, for one, his trips seem to be increasing in frequency yet our money is getting tighter and tighter. Also, I found out recently, he has been squirreling money away in a second bank account. I ought to know as I am the one who balances the books for our business," she said.
"That could be for any reason," I said, "Maybe he is trying to save for something special for you or the two of you, maybe business is tough, maybe he is just trying to rein in expenses."
"No," she said, "I might have thought that had I not decided to actually do the laundry myself one day because the maid was on vacation. However, when I found lipstick on not only his shirt but his underwear as well I knew he was cheating on me."
"I guess you have him dead to rights then," I said.
"Good Lord no, I wish I did," she said, "However, I have filed for divorce this morning in fact. I could tolerate it if he wanted to bring another woman to bed, to fuck me in the ass, to tie me to the bed while doing it, but not him outright cheating on me."
"I guess then now is the time to tell you this," I said.
"What," she fairly shouted at me.
"I have the proof you need to prove he is a cheater in court," I said.
"You do? How? And more importantly, why do you have it?" she asked very tentatively.
"Well," I started, "you see you have inspired a number of fantasies for me ever since I started working here. Now, I am not the type of man who wants to be the one to make a cuckold of another so I knew nothing would ever happen as long as you were married to him, but I did think that, as a friend, I should get you the proof that you either seemed to be denying yourself or were blind to seeing."
"So, what exactly do you have on him?" she inquired.
"Everything you need to prove his infidelity. Heck, he even gave me a couple of homemade DVDs of him and the people he was with," I said.
"You mean there was more than one instance of him cheating on me?" she said infuriated at the very thought of him cheating on her.
"That and the fact that he has had group sex," I said rather bluntly hoping to shock her back to reality.
"I must see them," she said.
"Of course, let's go upstairs to my loft and I will turn on the DVD player for you," I told her.
As we marched up the stairs I thought to myself that she is in for one heck of a shock.
Once we got to my fully furnished loft apartment upstairs I put the DVD in the player and sat back on the couch. Then, after turning it on, I watched not the television but the expression on Jessica's face.
"He is cheating on me with those women," she said, "but they are huge. Heck, they are even larger than I was at my heaviest."
