The Ride: What got ridden?
I'm Janet Jeffries. My husband John and I run the seventeenth most profitable CPA firm in Chicago. We met in graduate school where we were fourth and fifth best in our MBA class. Surprisingly, it was as torrid an affair as you could get between two accountants. That would be mildly warm for normal people. We would be celebrating our 25th anniversary. While I was brought up in Chicago, as a teenager I was horse crazy. My parents enrolled me in a riding school, and from the ages of 14 to 17, I spent eight hours a week riding and grooming horses. Somehow the demands of college ended that, and I have been on a horse only six times since we were married. John's parents were financial advisors in Boise Idaho. Our kids took after John's parents and are working on Wall Street. With the kids gone, I have been in a bit of a funk.
John picked up on my mood, and found a solution. It was not hard for him pick up, I made sure he was suffering from my discontent. He booked us for a couples 4 day dude ranch riding trip in Montana. It included riding in both the prairie and the foothills of some large mountains. The scenery would be lush and varied. John assured me that it was not full roughing it. There would be a cabin to sleep in at the end of each day, and the cabin would be stocked with food and our luggage, so we only had to carry a single day's provisions on horseback.
Our guide, Matt, was in his mid thirties, darkly tanned, rail thin and muscular. They were livestock working muscles, not gym weight lifting ones. One look at him and I was thinking thoughts that no married woman should have, and I never had before. Okay I had those thoughts about the Toms, Cruise and Seleck, but seldom about anyone I could get near enough to touch.
I was surprised at how well John could ride. He laughed, my parents worked in Boise but we lived on my paternal grandfather's ranch. He was one of the pioneers who built Idaho. Horse and truck were our main form of transportation. I even brought a few souvenirs from my grandfather on this trip.
I was surprised at how quickly I adjusted to horseback. I expected to have a sore behind the first day, but it wasn't a problem. The issue was my vagina. I was overstimulated, but I didn't know if it was the saddle or Matt. Somehow I didn't think it was John. I was thrilled when Matt offered to massage John and me to remove any kinks from our first day in the saddle. John was really happy with his massage. My massage was proper, his hands touched a lot of my breasts and were awfully high on my thighs. I was not sure if I thought it was too sexy or not sexy enough. I was leaning towards that his hands should have been higher on my thighs.
