WIFE FUCKS RACEHORSE OWNER SO HE'LL KEEP HER HUSBAND AS TRAINER - Sex Stories

WIFE FUCKS RACEHORSE OWNER SO HE'LL KEEP HER HUSBAND AS TRAINER

Growing up in the small, rural town of Ledbury.... a little village just a bit west of London....Trent loved horses and dreamed of someday becoming a steeplechase jockey. But he quickly grew too big, and had to give up on his dream before he was even out of secondary school.

In an effort to stay close to his beloved horses Trent took a job working around a horse barn near his childhood home. When he was still in his early twenties, Trent began working as a groom, exerciser, and stable boy for an established steeplechase trainer.... eventually working his way up to being head lad. Shortly before he turned thirty, Trent decided to try his hand at becoming an independent trainer, and opened his own training stables for runners and steeplechase racers just outside of Newent... a little town near where he grew up.

The early going was painfully slow.... getting rich racehorse owners to trust their expensive four-legged hobbies to Trent for training and racing strategy was a significant challenge. Still, within about three years he had managed to convince nine owners to place their twenty-one horses in Trent’s care.... which provided enough revenue for him to hire a few grooms and lads, and pay most of his monthly stable expenses on time. This allowed the horse-training business to eke out a hand-to-mouth living.... as long as everybody agreed to wear multiple hats around the barn, as needed.

Trent’s wife, Shannon, had met him while they were both in secondary school (the ...

... equivalent to high school in the US).... they dated until after they both graduated, then got married while he was still a head lad, about a year before he opened his own horse training facility. They struggled mightily while Trent was a low-earning stable boy and, although starting up a new horse training business had been full of financial shortcomings and challenges, they were proud to finally be making a go of it on their own.... albeit barely.... now that Trent was a registered trainer. Even so, Shannon was well aware that they were only marginally profitable, and that Trent was training the bare minimum number of horses to allow their stable to remain afloat. She had hated the days of meager pay and struggling to pay rent, so she was happy to see Trent’s young business starting to at least break even.

Shannon liked the horse-training and steeplechase racing business even though she didn’t ride.... and she knew her husband was fully in his element as a horse trainer, so she was happy to see him making a living doing what he enjoyed. She had many roles in Trent’s business, including managing the books, scheduling which horses go to which racecourses.... as well as maintaining the tack, mending bridles, and mucking out stalls with the other grooms and lads, when needed.

Shannon was about a year younger than Trent. She was still very attractive at 32 years old, with light brown hair, brown eyes, and a pretty smile. But her most defining characteristics.... what made ...