My wife Liz and I ran a small ranch in rural Minnesota that used to belong to her parents. It was hard work, but we got to spend the days with each other and that was it's own reward. Liz was tall athletic blonde, she was fearless around the horses and even our bull, even teaching me how to re-shoe the stallion when it was needed, pushing him around as if he was a tiny puppy, not a 1500 pound temperamental animal. She was one of those unique women who looked sexier covered in sweat, dirt and wearing beat-up jeans and an old flannel shirt knotted in the front, her long hair swinging in a pony tail. She had a confident swagger when she walked, and as a former school teacher in a rough area, never took any guff from anyone. She was an animal in bed; strong, passionate and relentless. It was my slice of heaven. The hardships of farming had made us both lean, strong and independent. The downside was were isolated quite a bit.
She left teaching and we'd been working the farm for almost 10 years, making extra money at the farmer's markets in summer to last the winter, but never quite breaking even. This year, with the pandemic restrictions lifted, seemed promising, although the list of ranch chores and upkeep was never ending. The stress of trying to keep up with the livestock, the gardens, crops and of course weather was much more than I expected, but we managed and survived that, and bankers and tax collectors always nipping at our heels.
We'd just finished a long day of chores and were relaxing on the porch with a bottle (or two?) of our homemade wine, when we saw a dust cloud coming up the driveway, and a few minutes later heard the rumble of a motorcycle engine, it was our elderly neighbor's kid, Luke, evidently home from college. I recognized the engine sound, it was the same bike I helped him rebuild from a barn find last summer. Luke was a tall, lanky beanpole of a kid with short hair, naturally spiky at the top and tight on the sides.
I waved him over and Liz when inside to get a jelly jar glass for wine, (and a new bottle). Luke removed his helmet and turned meet us on the porch, just as Liz returned. We both kind of gasped at the same time, over the winter that beanpole kid had packed on 20 pounds of muscle, his shoulders broad, his waist thin like only a 21 year old has, he face lean and angular, but still sporting that goofy eager smile.
I stood up and offered my hand in greeting, just as Liz had leaned over to hug Luke and I caught a glance of her tits just hanging there inches from his face. She wasn't aware of it, but Luke sure was. His eyes were glued to them. Liz hugged him roughly and seemed oblivious to her effect on him, I noticed.
We made small talk and caught up on the news around town, glad to have company. Liz peppered him with questions about college, then started getting more and more personal about his physique, his social life and if he was enjoying the "city girls" and if he had a steady girlfriend yet? Luke seemed embarrassed said something about classwork and studies leaving little time for dating, paused and answered honestly "No", but quickly changed the topic. Luke told us his parents had sold their farm and retired, he was looking for summer work and a place to stay.
"I'd like to help you, Luke, but we're living on the edge here too, money's tight." Liz hugged me and said "My wonderful husband here is working himself to death to keep us going!" and she planted a pretty hot kiss on my lips, I was glad for it, but it's not like her to get so intimate with company over. But, I wasn't complaining.
Luke sat back and signed, saying longingly "I'd work all summer for free, for a kiss like that!" then he kind of caught himself and added "You are a lucky man, for sure!"
Liz winked at me, and then looking at Luke, said "Hmm, one kiss for help with our list of chores? That's not a bad offer!"
"Be careful what you wish fore, Luke!" I chided, grinning at Liz, "One kiss cost me a lifetime of servitude to her!" Liz rolled her eyes at me, I was a little uncomfortable with where this was going, but said nothing, just swirled the deep red liquid in my glass, and then took a sip.
Luke said "I didn't mean anything, it was just a lame joke. I guess I was just frustrated and not thinking before I spoke. "No harm.' I told him, "Luke, if you want to work for room and board, you can stay in the old bunkhouse, and in the morning we'll give you a list of chores to start on, see how it goes?"
Luke was ecstatic, grinning from ear to ear, when Liz interrupted him: "Don't forget that kiss you promised me!" She said, feigning a slight.
Luke looked at me nervously, and stuttered "Miss Liz, I'd be terrified to kiss a girl as beautiful as you!"
Liz looked at him like he was trying to swindle her out of a stud fee. "Luke, a bargain is a bargain. You've kissed a girl before, right?"
"Yea, but, you know, not a woman,...wow! Really? I mean, yes, but this is..."
"Hold on a minute! You can't be serious?" I asked Liz, "Don't I get a say, wife?"
"It's just a kiss, husband, lets consider it a reward for Luke helping us out of a tough spot" she said, then added "Consider it my gift to you, husband, for finding you a handsome and hardworking ranch hand!" "Besides" she said, in her sultry voice, "Then my husband would have time to spend quality time with his sexy wife."
"I don't know about this..." I said looking back and forth between Liz and Luke. Liz was enjoying making me uncomfortable, obviously. Although, in the back of my mind I felt strangely turned on by the thought of her seducing this young bull.
"Please Ms. Liz...I mean...it would be the most awesome moment of my life. You're so hot...I mean...you're sexy, I mean this is kind of a local kid's dream come true!"
"I get that idea Luke, calm down. Are you sure about this babe?" I asked Liz. She just grinned, slyly, and bit her lower lip. I wondered what she was thinking?
"Make it worth my putting my neck out for you, Luke." Liz said as she sat straight up and turned toward Luke.
Luke stared at me for a second; it was like he was asking for permission. I shrugged and he moved just a bit closer to my wife. Liz leaned forward, closed her eyes and parted her lips right next to Luke's face, almost daring him. Luke just sat there stiff as a board, then leaned forward, puckered up and gently kissed Liz on the lips.
I really couldn't blame the kid for being tense and timid, kissing a married woman in front of her husband.
The kiss went on for five to ten seconds, closed mouth, Luke was very stiff, Liz didn't respond. Liz pulled back and opened her eyes.
"Awful." she said, feigning boredom. "Deal's off." She came and sat down next to me, hugging me close and I though I detected a tiny giggle.
Luke looked mortified, I'd seen the same expression on a calf after we gelded them. I honestly felt sorry for the boy. Liz looked at Luke, then said "Watch an expert, and see what you did wrong." then she turned and kissed me, deeply, passionately, and I have to admit it was really getting me going, I felt my cock start to get hard in my pants, I started to hope Luke would just leave us alone for a while. I was just about to reach for her tits...
She broke the kiss off (too soon!) and asked Luke "Did you see what I did there?"
Luke seemed speechless, but managed to croak, modestly "Yes, ma'am.".
Liz turned to him and in her best teacher's voice, asked "Are you ready to try again?"
Luke looked like a deer caught in headlights, but nodded and kind of readied himself. I suppressed a laugh, but moved out of the way. Liz sat down next to him, put her hands on his head and slowly turned him to face her. "Relax" she said, in almost a whisper, "Make me the center of your world, and make me feel beautiful." she leaned forward and put her lips against his.
This time, he kissed her back, at first gently but then with increasing passion. There was no tongue but my wife changed positions a couple times, and when she did, she did open her mouth a little and that kiss became a full make-out session. Just as the kiss ended, she gently pulled Luke's bottom lip with her teeth and exhaled. I discovered that I was very turned on seeing my wife kissing someone else, I was rock-hard and very aware of how tight my jeans had become. Luke was almost panting, in disbelief.
"Well? How was that for a kiss?" Liz asked smiling.
"I...just...I mean....it was..." Luke stopped to catch his breath. "I guess practice helped" he joked.
"I think he liked it babe." I laughed.
"Well, I'm glad I could help, he's a quick learner." Liz said, returning to sit beside me and taking a sip of her wine.
Luke was still shell shocked by what my wife's lips had done to him. But I wasn't about to let the moment go, I was feeling a lust I hadn't know I had, and I wanted to see how far it would go. They looked incredibly sexy together, while our sex life was wonderful, this was a hot, dangerous spark that drew me in like a moth.
"Liz, I'm not quite sure I feel right about this." I said, then feigning my best "State Fair cattle judging" voice: "But you looked incredibly hot and sexy just now. I think you could own this young bull with a little more effort". "What?" Liz asked, a little shocked, as if she was caught in lust. I thought I was calling her out on her own dare, but then I noticed her nipples were erect and her breathing was still labored. I felt a twinge of regret, but too late now. She looked at me, as if asking if this was OK. I kissed her gently and nodded. She squeezed my hand and said "I'll owe you one, mister" then looked at Luke and said "I guess I can kiss you again if you want Luke."