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

... nipples.

When they arrived at the racecourse, Dylan jumped out of the trailer and began preparing the ramp for exiting the horses. As he came around the back of the van on the passenger side, he saw Shannon climbing out of the cab, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and adjusting her crop top to properly cover her boobs. His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but then he chuckled to himself and grinned, as he realized what he was seeing.

Trying to keep everything normal, he called over to Shannon to have her help him take the horses out of the van, and move them into their stalls on the racecourse grounds. Once that was done, the two of them prepared the horses for their races while Clyde parked the trailer, then headed for the Owners’ Club to hobnob with the other rich men and women of horseracing.

Trent was able to make it to Epsom Downs in time to see Mr. Wallace’s last two runners.... Dakota won his race, while Orion came in 2nd in his. One of Clyde’s earlier runners.... Surly Princess.... had been an “also ran”, so a bit of a disappointment. But since the other one.... Ragusa.... had won her race, Trent knew he’d be celebrating a happy day at the races with Mr. Wallace in the Owners’ Club.... two “wins” and a “place” was nothing to sneeze at.

Shannon changed from her jeans and wellies into her sundress and heels, then she and Trent headed up to the Owners’ Club to celebrate with the other trainers and fat-cat owners. The celebration was well underway ...

... when they arrived. Mr. Wallace was making the rounds.... he’d had a particularly good day at the races, so he was glad-handing and back-slapping anyone who couldn’t get out of the way fast enough.

The partying continued.... getting louder and more boisterous as more liquor got poured, and the owners and their wives let loose. All the trainers, including Trent, were drinking and working the room.... schmoozing the rich folks and trying to encourage some of the owners to change trainers.

Shannon mingled, as well, although her discussions... mostly with the wives of owners and trainers.... were more casual and light-hearted than those of her husband and the others.

About thirty minutes into the party, Clyde slid up next to Shannon and leaned down to whisper in her ear. Shannon blushed slightly, then looked around the room to see that Trent was fully engaged in chummy conversation with multiple owners, and nodded her head slightly, to let Clyde know that she understood.

Five minutes later, Shannon headed down the hallway toward the ladies loo, where Clyde was already waiting. He pulled her into an empty meeting room, and closed the door behind them. In a flash, he had his pants unzipped and his cock hanging out of the opening.... dangling between his legs.... the big head swaying back and forth like a pendulum.

He took one of Shannon’s hands and place it on his shaft, encouraging her to stroke it.... then pushed the elastic top of her sundress down to her waist, ...