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For Abby

Jack and Jill
by Isabella

Story code: M/F, Voyerism, Exhibitioniam, Beast

We had been married for seven years, three kids later and no sign that Jack was slowing down any in his sexual interest in me. I had to be careful what I let slip to my friends, my old school friends, they were all moaning that their husbands never wanted sex anymore, mind you, most of them said they didn't really mind the lack of sex, we had all been married the same length of time and Jack seemed, from what I was being told, to be the only husband in a hundred miles that wanted to have sex and wanted to make that sex as varied and enjoyable as possible.

We had our seventh wedding anniversary and for seven days before, Jack gave me a present a day, on the first day I received a writing set for my desk in our home office, the second day was a carved wooden box to store my jewellery in, the third day was a small clock, the brass face had interlocking hearts pierced through it and heart based engraving. The fourth day was a large ornamental copper tub to use as a planter the fifth day coincided with my birthday and the gift on that day was a train ticket, just for two, not the usual five people, we were going to Wales and Jack had arranged for the kids to be looked after by his parents for the weekend.

Jack arranged to have our breakfast delivered in bed with a box of handmade chocolates, the chocolates sat in a tray of solid copper that looked as if it was the right size to go in my new carved wooden jewellery box to separate my rings from my ear rings and broaches. It was Saturday, quite warm and very sunny for the time of year, after breakfast we went for a walk in the country, Wales isn't much good for growing crops, most of the land in the area we were in were used mainly for sheep or grazing cows and horses.

Jack and I walked along the bridle ways to get as far away from the roads as possible. We walked along a field and a beautiful chestnut stallion ran over to the fence to greet us, I fed it some dandylions in the palm of my hand. As we walked along the side of the field the horse walked along besides us. At the end of the field there was a cross roads in the green lanes, just around the corner there was a man leaning against the gate, "I've never seen Atlas take to a stranger like he has taken to you two!" Jack offered his hand, "Jack Boulter, my wife Jill!" "I'm Bill, Bill Jones!" Bill had difficulty stifling his tittering, he looked from my husband to me, then he looked behind him, typical of Wales, the field to the farmers back rose to eight hundred feet very quickly, so quickly That Jack and I had already decided to turn back rather than try to follow the track up the steep slope.

When Bill finally managed to control his mirth he said, "I live in the farm house by here, I'll have the vinegar and brown paper waiting for when you come back down!" Bills head gestured towards a small cottage at the far end of the field, Jack laughed, more out of politeness than at the funny comment from farmer Jones, it wasn't the first time people had cracked the jokes based on our combined names.

I spotted that I had dropped a Kleenex back along the track a few yards, I walked back to pick it up, not because I needed it but because it was the only piece of litter that we had seen all day. As I walked back, I noticed that Atlas had followed me, Bill tried whistling and he even took out one of the small sweet carrots from his pocket and called out to Atlas but the stallion stood steadfastly at my side. As I returned to the gate, I noticed that Bill and Jack were deep in conversation, Bill was in two minds whether to give Atlas the carrot as he hadn't rushed to his owner but he relented and let the horse eat the sweet treat.

Jack was impressed at how the horse had followed me like a lap dog, "Bill said that you can go in the field with Atlas if you'd like too!" I thought about it for a while, I was, after all, a city girl, all this animal and fresh air was a little alien to me but the chance to get a little closer to such a magnificent and powerful animal was too much of an opportunity to miss, "Ok! I'd love to go in the field if it's safe!"

Bill caught the side of Atlas's halter and held him stead as he opened the gate so that the three of us could join the horse in his field. "He loves it when you scratch behind his ears, you don't have to be gentle, he's very tough!" I reached up and scratched behind Atlas's ears, Atlas began to rear up and skip friskily, not at all threateningly, I could tell that he was enjoying what I was doing to him. "He likes it if you slap his rump too!" I moved along Atlas's body, my hand stroking all the way to its rump and I patted it gently. Bill laughed, "He can't feel a gentle tap like that, he likes to know that you have made contact with him!" I slapped a little harder and Atlas shivered with pleasure.

I followed Bill's instructions until I scratched under the horses belly, my face was quite low and my forehead was actually touching Atlas's side when I noticed a movement, as I scratched under the horse's belly, his cock head or flange popped out of his sheath, I jumped back away from the horse but Bill was behind me, he had allowed Jack to hold the halter so that he could stand at my side and tell me what Atlas liked him to do, and if he liked Bill doing it, he would love his new friend to do it to him.

"Don't stop, he's loving the attention!" Bills hands were on my upper arms, his palms were hot and damp with sweat, I was held for a moment before I allowed Bill to push me back in place with my forehead pressing into Atlas's side, Bill pushed me slightly lower, his right hand was on my abdomen, holding me up while his left hand pressed between my shoulders pushing my top half down, then he encouraged me to scratch Atlas's soft under belly again.

Atlas's cock started to grow again; I was fixated so much on the horses growing cock that I actually missed Bill pressing his groinal area against my bottom. I continued rubbing Atlases belly as his cock grew to the point that it looked like it was about to touch the ground, then as it looked like it was about to touch the grass it started to inflate with blood and began to lift away from the floor, Bills hands were now on my hips and he was rubbing himself against my bottom, I wasn't worried too much, his cock was inside of his trousers and probably under pants too and I had on my summer dress and knickers, so there was four layers of cloth between Bills cock and my pussy!

I hadn't realised that I was rubbing harder and faster as Atlas's cock grew and the harder I rubbed the harder the horses cock grew until his flange touched the back of my hand and he began to hump up as if he was trying to fuck an imaginary mare. At that point I stopped 'exciting' the horse. Jack was very impressed at the size of Atlas's equipment and he was impressed too by the way that I had excited the horse.

Bill allowed me to stand up and he stepped back to Atlas's head and took the halter from Jack. "Come on big man; let's get you in the barn before you disgrace yourself in front of these nice people. As Bill lead Atlas away towards the farm house Bill called over his shoulder, "I'm about to do a simple lunch, fresh baked bread, homemade cheese and butter with my own pickles, the cider is from across the border in Taunton, I can't quite get it better than the professionals yet but you are welcome to join me!"

I looked at Jack and he looked at me, Jack shrugged his shoulders and I nodded my head, Jack took my hand and we followed Bill and Atlas as they walked towards the barn. It had taken Jack and I so long to decide to accept Bills offer that we were quite a long way behind Bill and Atlas, the horse was having a little trouble walking with such a huge erection swaying wildly from side to side as they walked along.

"I got the feeling that Bill wanted to get under your dress as you were playing with his horse!" "God, didn't you see the way he was rubbing himself against my bum?" "I did!" "Didn't it bother you that he was doing that?" "No, well, it would have bothered me if I thought it had bothered you, I'm struggling to find a seventh gift for our anniversary tomorrow, seven years is copper, brass, wool and wood, I've covered three out of the four, I thought I could get you a sheepskin rug to have sex in front of a log fire on. I wouldn't mind if the person you made love with, just this once, wasn't me, it is, after all, traditional for the seventh year to cause an itch!"

I stopped in my tracks; I was shocked, "Are you telling me that I can have sex with Bill Jones if I want too?" Jack thought for a moment, "Well, yes, if you'd like to try it with another man, Bill seems like a nice guy and he lives alone, way out here with no neighbour's for miles around!" "When did he tell you all this?" "While you were picking up the trash!"

Bill took Atlas into his stable and he attached his halter to the chain that straddled the stall, the chain was designed to keep the horse in the middle of his stall while he was groomed. Jack and I followed Bill into the stall, Bill grasped my right upper arm tightly and pulled me around to Atlas's side again, "Unfortunately for Atlas, I don't have any mares around at the moment that need covering so he keeps getting himself all excited and then all frustrated, he could do with a little help from you to get rid of that frustration!"

My summer dress had four small buttons down the front, I was pushed against Atlas's side so that I could feel the course hair on his flank against my back and his heat through the thin material, Bill looked over at Jack, Jack looked at me, an open gesture, I could feel something out of the ordinary was going to happen, I just closed my eyes and relaxed against the horses massive side. I felt Bills fingers fumble with the small buttons down the front of my dress and then his rough handling as he pulled my dress off of my shoulders and down, I was standing in a dirty stable with my bare back pressed hard against Atlas's side.

Bill was handling me quite roughly, he wasn't exactly hurting me, just being a little rougher than Jack had ever been, I was turned to face Atlas and again I was pushed into the horses side, I felt the clasp at the rear of my bra being pulled and fiddled with until I felt the strap relax and the cups fell loose. Bill reached between me and Atlas and he pulled my bra down over my arms. I was pushed harder against the horse's side, the course hair prickling my breasts, my knickers were pulled down roughly and I was pushed down onto my knees on to a pile of straw, "You know what he likes!" I reached up and began to scratch Atlas's soft under belly as I had done in the field a few minutes earlier.

I have to say that as I scratched around Atlas's belly looking for that magical spot that cause the inflation earlier I was confused, how could Bill fuck me if I was on my knees, Atlas's cock starting to grow took my mind off of my own 'needs'. I scratched at that spot until Atlas was fully erect again, as I was busy doing that, Bill was 'hobbling' Atlas's hind legs with a short length of rope. Bill checked that Atlas was fully erect and then he manhandled me until I was right under his belly and sitting on the dirty floor.

I just sat there with Atlas humping against free air just above my head, Bill kicked at my side, not hard, just to spur me on, "Come on, you know what to do with a hard cock surely?" I didn't know if I was supposed to use my hands, my mouth or my cunt, no! There was no way I could have got my cunt up that high! Atlas's cock was far too big to get it in my mouth, especially his huge flat flange of a cockhead, so reason took over and I reached up and took that magnificent cock in both of my hands, his cock was so fat that even with two hands I couldn't close my fingers around it!

As soon as Atlas felt my hands grasp his cock he went off like a rocket, his humping was no longer lazy and lethargic, he was pounding his cock in and out of my hands, I was taken so much by surprise that I started to fall backwards, slowly. Before my back hit the ground Atlas was finished, I was covered in thick white horse cum, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I just lay there and watched as Atlas's cock began to retract into his sheath, as it shrank the last remaining spunk drained from his cock all over my body.

Bill reached under Atlas's body and took a tight hold of my left upper arm; he pulled me out from under his horse and dragged me up to my feet. Jack clapped his hands and helped me to clear the thick slimy horse jizz from out of my eyes, he had to do it several times because the cum in my hair was slowly running down over my face.

Bill guided me through the open farm yard and on to his house, I was shown where Bills bathroom was, for a three hundred year old, ramshackle house, it had an amazingly well appointed five piece bathroom suite in a fully tiled wet-room. I showered and towelled myself dry while Bill made us all a ploughman's lunch, using bread that he had baked so freshly that it melted the butter as it was still so warm.

"Jack thought you might like to spend the night here with me, it gets cool later on and I'll be building a huge log fire, Jack said something about a lamb's wool rug, I actually make them here from my own lambs. Jack can take my land rover so he can be back early in the morning to have breakfast with us; all produce fresh from the farm!"

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