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

... people – men and women – stop to take a second look every chance they got.... were her impressive breasts, slim waist, and shapely legs.

Shannon knew she looked good, and she enjoyed the attention, without being too obvious about it. She usually wore dresses and skirts with blouses or tank tops, along with cowboy boots, wellies, or galoshes whenever she was working in the corrals and stalls. But it didn’t really matter what she wore.... there was no way to hide or restrain her obvious curves, jiggling boobs, and firm nipples that poked through whatever she happened to have on.

Almost all of the owners playfully flirted with Shannon whenever they came to the stables, which she didn’t really discourage.... she figured that throwing them a smile and allowing them to ogle her wobbly tits might actually help keep them coming to Trent to train their horses.

Most of the owners had 1 or 2 horses in Trent’s stalls, but one of the owners.... Clyde Wallace.... had allowed Trent to take on five of his runners. It bothered Trent a bit that a single owner held such an influential stake in the revenue for his business but, in the end, he was glad to have Mr. Wallace’s horses under his care. He knew that without them, he’d have to close down his training stable, so he paid extra attention to Mr. Wallace’s concerns and interests to make sure he was always placated and satisfied.... and, of course, it helped when his horses won their races.

Early on a Monday morning, while Shannon ...

... was in the barn by herself mucking out stalls, Mr. Wallace drove into the yard and wandered inside the stables looking for her. He found Shannon adding feed to the hay trough of Galahad... one of his steeplechase horses.

He called out, “Hey, Shannon.”

Shannon was a little startled and poked her head up over the stall wall and, with a worried look on her face, said, “Oh, hey, Mr. Wallace... I wasn’t expecting you to come by today.... especially this early.... and on a day when your horses aren’t racing.”

Clyde chuckled and said, “I know.... I had a breakfast meeting in the area, so thought I might stop in real quick and see how my bloody nags are doing.”

Shannon chuckled, and said, “Well, it’s only 8 o’clock.... Trent has all of your horses, except Galahad, out on the gallops being exercised with the 1st lot.... I’m the only one here right now. But they should all be back to ride out with the 2nd lot in about forty minutes, or so.”

“Of course.... I should’ve known that. Okay.... well, I guess I’ll wait then.”

Shannon finished filling the hay trough, then stepped out of the stall and said, “Of course.... you’re always welcome.”

As she stowed away the feed and tools, Clyde asked, “Why wasn’t Galahad included in the 1st lot this morning... is he injured?”

Shannon walked over to Galahad’s stall, placed her arms on the top rail of the gate, rested her chin on top of her arms as she looked in on Galahad leisurely munching on hay, and said, “No, not at all.... ...