Bare Back on Horseback

Reader this another story in the life of Megan and Elliot. A middle-aged couple rekindling their passion after being empty nested. They live on a small ranch in the Rocky Mountain West, in the state of Wyoming. In each story I try to capture a sense of the freedom and the realities of western living. There are building themes in the stories but each story can be read as a standalone. I struggled with which category to place this story in and finally settled on loving wives, as Megan goes beyond her normal boundaries to make Elliot's day. I apologize if it is not quite the fit for this category.

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Megan was sitting on the front porch sipping her morning coffee watching the sunrise as she lit her cigarette. She looked over at the empty chair beside her. Elliott wouldn't be back till this afternoon. His company had sent him to a conference in Texas. He was supposed to have been home last night but severe weather and a few tornadoes in the area had grounded all flights. She had missed him, not only him but the chores he did on their small ranch. They owned a section of land just a bit north of Cheyenne, Wyoming. A section of land is a mile by mile. Small by Wyoming standards but it was theirs. With Elliot gone she had been left to care for the horses and other animals on their ranch.

She looked at his chair and smiled thinking of the last time he had been sitting there. The morning of his flight she had gotten up a bit earlier to see him off. Elliot had been sitting in his chair naked, coffee in one hand a smoke in the other. She knew he often sat on the porch naked for his morning coffee but it was rare that she was up to join him. The memory tickled her senses. He was lean and muscled. He wasn't six pack ripped but he was pretty damn hot and he was all hers.

She had never understood why he liked to sit there alone and naked. She had joined him a few times on the back porch for the setting sun after making love or taking a break from their foreplay but she had never just gotten naked just to be naked. She had plans for Elliot's return and knew she was going to spend a good bit of the day naked and said, "what the hell." She stood up and removed her clothes and for the first time in her life she sat alone naked watching the sun rise.

As the golden rays began to kiss and warm her naked body she admired herself. She was finally proud of her body. She had let it go after having kids. After the boys had married and moved out she had worked hard to reclaim her youth. She knew she wouldn't win a wet t-shirt contest against a bunch of college girls but she knew she was still hot. Her breasts were a solid 36B, and her small nipples were a little hard from morning chill. Her legs were lean. Her mound was well trimmed and Elliot loved her tight ass. She smiled as she thought about the day ahead.

She began thinking back to the day that set her plans in motion. It was the second storm after the Valentine's Day blizzard. It too had brought almost two feet of snow overnight. Not uncommon for where they lived, and unlike city folk they couldn't just hunker down. The horses had to be feed and the driveway had to be plowed. They didn't get to wait for a city snow plow. That morning was however especially poor timing; she had a major meeting that morning. Her company was in the middle of a major financial deal and as the head of accounting she had to be there. Elliot had known about the meeting and had gotten up at 4:00 a.m., firing up the tractor and clearing the drive. An hour later he had fed and cared for the horses. She was just stepping into the shower when she heard him enter the muck room. A few minutes later he appeared in the master bath, stripping off the last of his clothing. He opened the shower door and stepped into the warm water giving her a quick kiss and grabbing her tight ass with his frozen hands.

"Shit your hands are cold!" Megan cried out and pushed him backwards.

"The drive is plowed to the road and its passable. The horses are fed and blanketed," he said to her with puppy dog eyes and a sly smile.

Megan knew what he wanted and she wanted it too. She lowered her hand and began to stroke his cock. "But you know I have an important meeting today and with the weather I have to leave early."

He was fully hard as she removed her hand gave him a quick kiss and exited the shower.

"This is not fair. You owe me big time!" He looked down at his dying erection.

She dressed and readied herself for work. As Elliot got out of the shower and dried off, he looked at her and smiled, "damn you're hot! I wish you didn't have to go; I am going to think all day how you can pay me back."

"I am sure you will," Megan purred.

A few minutes later she kissed him and headed off to work.

A little after three Elliot's phone chimed. It was Megan's ring tone. Looking at his phone he quickly read the message. "Success! We closed the deal. Will be heading home soon. Love ya babe!"

Two hours later Megan walked into the house the sweet aroma of an Italian dinner hanging in the air. She walked into the kitchen. Elliot was standing by the island dressed in a suit pouring her a glass of wine.

"Congratulations my love! I know you worked hard on that deal and it's finally closed. Come sit by the fire and enjoy some wine while I finish up dinner."

Dinner was amazing: her favorite shrimp scampi in a wine and butter sauce. Three glasses of wine later and the relief of having closed the months long deal had her ready for a release. They had been on the couch watching TV, her head in his lap, as they had sipped their wine. Elliot stood up and said, "sorry my love. I have to go check on the horses." He changed clothes, bundled up and headed out into the cold. Megan knew it would take him about a half hour and that was enough time.

When he came back into the living room it was dark; only the glow of the fire lit the room. Finally, he saw her. Megan was laying on pillows. Gone were her comfy pajamas. She was wearing a fish net body stocking with convenient cut outs in all the right places.

"Let me properly thank you for this morning," she whispered in a sultry voice as she rose to her knees.

Elliot ripped off his shirt as he approached. When he reached her she began to slide his loose-fitting jeans down his hips. His cock was already getting hard. She slid his jeans to his knees and left them there. Grabbing his ass with both hands, she opened her mouth and slid his still hardening cock deep inside. She teased him with a few deep strokes. With each stroke she could feel the pulse surging to his now full-blown erection. Megan began to slide her mouth up and down the outside teasing him. She took extra time to tongue his tip.

Elliot pushed her away, kicked off his jeans and knelt beside her. It was his turn to tease. He began kissing and squeezing her breasts. He was being a little rough just how she liked it. The way he was savaging her breasts she knew she had him turned on. He slipped a hand between her legs and slid a finger in her now wet pussy. He worked it slowly, thrusting it in only to pull it back out and tease her clit. Meagan moaned at his attention.

With out warning, Elliot shifted their position, rolling her on her side and then spinning around to 69 her. He dove into her glistening mound, working his tongue furiously across her clit. He reached his right arm over her hips. A moan of pleasure escaped out of her dick-filled mouth as she felt his fingers begin to apply pressure and rub the rosebud of her ass. Elliot did not stop his hips thrusting into her mouth, his tongue lapping her clit into a frenzy and his finger slowly sliding deeper into her ass. She could feel the orgasm build with each suck, lick or flick of his tongue, twitching of his finger and even the passionate thrusting of his cock into the back of her throat. Her legs began to shake clamping down on his head as the shock waves of release coursed through her body. She was moaning, groaning, gasping for air. She pushed his dick and hips away from her face and screamed, "fuck ME NOW, dammit! FUCK ME!"

Elliot spun around behind lifted her leg and easily entered her. It took them a second to find the right angle and a rhythm but soon she could hear him grunting in pleasure between the slapping of his waist into her ass. He was not taking it slowly. He was driving deep and fast with each thrust. She could feel his tension and knew he was about to cum, just as she, too, could feel the next wave of orgasm overtake her. She felt his hot load being emptied into her and that pushed her over the top. Her toes curled. Her walls clamped down on him like a vise. Her whole-body shook as she screamed out. "FFFUUUCCCKKKK!!!"

Elliot's pounding slowed as his cock began to deflate and slowly slip from her body. He reached over and pinched her nipple. She slapped his hand away. "Don't!" she yelped. Every nerve in her body was on fire from the intense orgasm and even the slightest touch sent shock waves through her tingling body.

They lay there spooning in the fire light gently holding and kissing one another. As they began to get up Elliot said, "I told you I would think about how you could repay me for all the outside work in the winter."

"I thought I just did?" Megan queried.

"Well maybe for today. But not all the other days," he responded.

"All right. What do you have in mind?" she asked, a tinge of doubt and annoyance in her voice.

"You know how I always tease you each summer about one of our horse rides and you being lady Godiva? Well, this year you should do it! The kids are going to be in Europe in June and no one ever visits the lake for three summers you said. But what if someone shows up? And no one has."

"Ugh. Really. I will think about it," Megan responded with a bit of whimsical disdain.

Suddenly the dog barked, snapping Megan out of her trip down memory lane. Returning back to the present she laughed as she realized she was still sitting naked on the front porch and had been absentmindedly rubbing her clit. It was time to get going. She needed to feed the horses and get the tackle ready for their ride to the lake today. It was going to be a special ride for sure.

She got up looked at her clothes on the porch, looked over at the horse stable and thought to herself, "Why not? Elliot will shit when he looks at the security footage." With that, she stepped back into the muck room slipped on her boots and a baseball cap, and headed off to the barn.

The June morning was warm and clear. Megan had worked up quite a sweat feeding the horses, cleaning the stalls and prepping the tackle. Her naked body glistened in the late morning sun as she walked back to the house. When she got into the security cameras field of view she waved, blew it a kiss, and then did a quick little tease caressing her breast. Then she turned around and bent over. Through her legs she gave the camera one more kiss. She would tell Elliot the dogs had been acting up the last few days and he might want to review the security camera.

Megan briefly considered just staying naked but realized that would ruin her surprise. Besides, she was too dirty and nasty and she needed a shower. Elliot had texted he was leaving DIA (Denver International Airport) well over an hour ago. She figured she had another hour before he returned. She took a luxurious shower and scrubbed her grimy body clean. She toweled off, gathered her clothes and headed back to the porch for one last naked smoke before her man got home.

At last, she saw the dust cloud down the driveway as Elliot's black F-150 came into view. She sat on the porch and waited to greet him. She could tell Elliot was glad to be home and must have missed her because he parked in the front drive instead of driving around back to the garage. Elliot took a few quick steps to join her on the porch and lifted her off her feet in a big hug.

"Did you miss me babe?" he asked as he kissed her and set her back down.

"Only when feeding the horses," she snarked with loving sarcasm.

She handed him a beer and asked, "do you still want to ride the horses to the lake today?"

Taking a sip of his beer he looked at her. "After being stuck in the city of Dallas for a week with nothing but buildings and pavement, I can't think of a better way to spend my afternoon. How soon do you want to leave?"

"I knew you would still want to go so I got the saddle bags packed this morning. All we need to do is saddle them up and head out," Megan replied.

"I know sounds stupid but let me shower and wash the travel and city off me; then I will go get them saddled up," he said taking another drink of his Coor's Light.

"You get your shower. I can saddle them up. Call me when you are ready and I will meet you out back," Megan said hoping that she didn't sound to desperate, or somehow give him a hint of her plans.

"You sure? I know you can but normally I get them ready."

"Just go get your shower. I will be fine," she said a tinge of 'do you think I am helpless?' in her voice.

With Elliot off to the shower, Megan rushed out to stable and started to saddle up her horse, a bay mare quarter horse she had named Arwen. The horse was named after the beautiful elf princess in the Lord of The Rings and named to match Elliot's gray stallion named Aragon. As she was saddling Arwen, she realized maybe she should just get undressed now in case Elliot hurried to help her. She wanted to shock him by being naked. She quickly stripped except for her boots and his favorite cow-girl hat.

She had just finished cinching down Aragon's saddle and adjusting his bit when her phone buzzed Elliot texted, "see ya out back in five love ya babe."

She took a deep breath. She was really going to do this. The ride would be three quarters of a mile on their private land to a gate, and then another three and a half miles on a horse path back to the lake. The ride would take about an hour. Once they left their gate they were technically on public lands but other than them it was seldom used as there was no public access on the east side of the lake. The lake too was very remote with the only public access a trail head over 25 miles away. The lake was public too but in the three years they had gone there they only saw signs of camping on the large northwest beach side. They always rode in from the east to hidden beach they had found their first year.

She grabbed the horses' reins and walked them to the back yard. They were well trained and enjoyed the trips to the lake so she didn't need to lead them. That was her hope. She was walking beside Arwen, trying to hide her nudity, not because she was ashamed, rather, she wanted to see the shock on Elliot's face when he realized his dream was coming true.

It worked better than she could have imagined. Elliot was off the porch looking at the western sky line and the mountain scape, happy to be home. Aragon was trotting a bit ahead happy to see his rider and Arwen was keeping pace with Megan, blocking her from Elliot's sight. She let Aragon's rein drop knowing the well-trained horse would go straight to Elliot. He did. Happy to see his horse, Elliot grabbed the halter and leaned in close to pet and reassure his horse that he was back. He still had not seen Megan.

Megan mounted up on Arwen and waited. Elliot jumped astride Aragon and then froze, his jaw dropping, as he saw his beautiful wife naked astride her horse.

"Are we going for a ride or are you just going to sit there and stare? Close your mouth. The flies are getting in," Megan said with a joyful laugh. She tapped Arwen's flanks and rode off toward the lake her full breasts bouncing in the sunlight.

Elliot just watched her ride away. He no longer could see her chest but he smiled approvingly as he watched her tight ass bounce up and down in the saddle. He gave Aragon a quick flick and lowered the reins, letting him trot after her. As he caught up to her, the smile on his face was as wide as the mountain ranges laid out before them.

"What got into you? Did you actually bring any clothes at all?" he asked as he rode up alongside her.

"Nope. Nothing. I just remembered your wish and I wanted to show you how much I missed you this week. You can't leave for a week ever again," Megan giggled.

"With a welcome home like this I may leave every other week! Seriously... no clothes. What if we do run into someone?" he asked.

Megan leaned over and patted the butt stock of her trusty AR-15 chambered with 6.5mm Grendel rounds. "I am sure, this will keep the looky-loos at bay. They can look but they won't touch!"

Elliot laughed. Living where they did, they never rode the horses unarmed. It just wasn't safe. She carried the AR-15 for coyotes and mountain lions while Elliot always packed an old Western style lever gun with.45-70 caliber rounds for the bears. Luckily while on their rides they had never been forced to use them.

The journey to the lake was beautiful. The sun drenched Megan's beautiful skin. She was thankful she had remembered to put on sun screen. After about half an hour they had both settled in and Megan was now used to her nudity and so too was Elliot. Yes, it was his dream to see her riding a horse naked. But after all, they saw one another's naked bodies frequently. They were just talking and riding as if nothing was out of the ordinary. They enjoyed the slow transition from open plains to a wooded forest.

At last, they arrived at what they considered "their" beach. In three years of summers they had never seen any signs that anyone else had come to this beach. The remoteness made it so safe from theft that they had brought a bear proof cooler and anchored it to the beach. It was their emergency cache: a couple of sleeping bags, food, a stove, water filter, towels, first aid kit, some extra ammo and of course a few emergency beers. If they every needed anything, they probably had it. They felt as if the beach was their very own. They tied off the horses. Megan reached into her saddlebags and pulled out fresh towels. Elliot laid his gun where he always did on a log near where they would sit down. He pulled out two beers and set one down. He walked up to Megan but before she could take her beer from his hand he began to rub it across one of her sweat-covered breasts. She froze at the chilling sensation. Her nipples instantly hardened. Elliot began to kiss her passionately, one hand exploring her naked flesh, the other gently rubbing the cold can teasingly against her flesh.

Megan gasped from the combination of sensations. The cold can on her sun-drenched flesh sent chills up her spine. Elliot's other hand was between her legs spreading her lips, his hot breath on her neck and ears. She needed to sit down. Her legs were already weak from riding just a bit higher in her saddle to protect her delicate folds from the harsh saddle. She pushed him away, "didn't you want to skinny dip first and cool off?"

"Fuck that! I want you. For the last hour I have been riding on blue balls looking at your sexy body on that horse!" he said with lust in voice. He moved in again having dropped the beer can. He pulled her close in a bear hug and lifted her off her feet. Kissing her passionately, he moved her to where she had lain down a towel. He set her down and lowered her to the ground. He quickly ripped off his shirt and began to kick his boots off pulling his jeans and underwear down as he went. His raging hard-on came into view. Megan reached up and began to stroke him. Elliot stood there and let her play. She took him in her mouth for a few quick strokes and then lay back on the towel. Her message sent: come ravish me.

Elliot knelt between her legs. The tip of dick was just at the entrance to her now soaking wet love canal. But he held it there, teasing her. He kissed and squeezed her breast, sucking hard on her left nipple as he pinched the right one. He moved up to kiss her neck and then engaged her in a passionate tongue battle all while his hands roamed her sweaty skin.