A man stood in the doorway, clearly not pleased. I lost my erection. "Are you fucking my wife?" he demanded. "Sorry," was all I could stammer.He look...ed at his wife. "And are you enjoying it?" "Very much," she replied. Oh shit, I thought. "So was I," he said. " I've been watching you all along. She's good, isn't she Simon?" "What?" "Hope you don't mind. I'm Gary by the way. You and Julie were both well into that weren't you... sorry if I spoiled it." Suddenly it dawned on me. "I've been used!". It seemed to make his mistress so happy. She nearly always climbed down and hugged and kissed him when he took her over things like that.The newer stallion, had, since Mr. Goodrich had carried a club to keep him in line, been named Haymaker. The only other stock he allowed near him, thankfully, was L'il Popper. He and the young mule had become fast friends. They often were seen running together in the pasture near the river. They seemed to enjoy each others company.Sharon and Carol chose horses. I stood and lowered my dress to the floor. Kevin too stepped out of his jeans from around his feet. We all seemed to be taking a moment to regroup.Chantelle took one long final downward motion onto Dan's cock, taking him as far as she could, filling her own mouth and, I was sure, part of her throat too. With that, she slowly sucked back to his head, released and stood to her feet. Ryan sat back on his hunkers, reaching for his drink and allowing her space to refresh.Chantelle unzipped her black. ’Tia had said she wanted ‘to be watched’ before, and now she was really up for it. So, fine, I thought, we can kill two birds with one stone. I was sharing an apartment with a guy named Woody (I kid you not). Woody was, to put it most kindly, flat fucking ugly. He would do just about anything to get laid, or just see a pair of bare breasts. Tia’s exhibitionist streak would give him a bit of fun.I went to the local mall with Tia and we picked out a few items that were either ready to go or.