The sun was shining through the canopy of the estate’s sprawling woodland that morning as Krystal quietly guided Charlie, her spirited chestnut mare, through the winding tracks.
Life had changed since Bryan took the role as estate manager – no more endless late nights and weekend call-outs. Now, he was home for school runs, family dinners and bedtimes. Weekends were full of family adventures and time spent unwinding with friends and family.
Bryan’s 5-foot-8 frame was slowly shedding that office weight, and his soft dad bod was transforming with what the girls called agricultural strength, which made Krystal’s pulse race every time he pulled her close. He was happier now, more present.
Krystal used this extra time to get back involved with her regular cricket and kickboxing. The result being that her delicious hourglass figure was looking more toned, whilst her tight ass and amazing full 36FF breasts remained hypnotic.
The kids were also prospering from the generosity of Bryan’s new employers. They had brilliant picnic locations for days out flying kites and spent days in the woods making dens, a couple of lakes containing carp for them to fish in and, not to mention, the ponies. Thanks to the family, both the boys and Krystal had become confident horse riders and now frequently rode out a couple of times a week on horses loaned to them by the boss or his friends.
Sunday lunches down at the village pub had always been a welcomed family tradition, but now that some of the yard and estate team joined with their families, it became a real feature point of the week. It was during a communal roast when Lois, one of the older ladies from the yard who had become close friends with Krystal, leant over the table.
“Our Abby has a thing for your Bryan,” she said in her thick Yorkshire accent with a faint giggle.
Abby was the boss’s goddaughter, a real equestrian princess. At 22 the trust fund heiress had never needed a real job. Her family’s money and connections allowed her to ride world-class horses all day and party in elite clubs all night. Champagne-fueled nights in London, skiing in Courchevel and summers on yachts had sculpted her arrogance, whilst the horse riding and personal trainer had sculpted her tight body into a gravity-defying work of art. Long toned legs, a small waist, pert 23B breasts and an ass so tight if you put a chunk of coal up it, it would push out a diamond in a day. She usually wore her long blond hair in a neat ponytail down to her lower back and covered her sun-kissed skin in designer clothing that hugged all of her curves. She was definitely used to getting what she wanted, and according to Lois, she had set her eyes on Bryan being her latest daddy figure.
Lois smiled with a warm chuckle. “Don’t you worry, Bryan is oblivious to her advances. In fact, it’s quite comical the way she calls him ‘sir’, laughs at his jokes and stands far too close to him. Just for him to walk away.”
Krystal smiled and laughed it off as she took a sip of her cider, but the idea of this, Abby, ate away at her. Later that night over WhatsApp, she and Lois hatched a plan to put Abby in her place and keep Bryan’s eyes firmly set on Krystal.
The following Friday morning, once the kids were dropped off at school, Krystal quickly got dressed to go riding and drove to the yard where the staff kept their horses just outside of the village near the estate. Krystal saddled up Charlie and attached a small picnic blanket and picnic hamper behind her saddle before climbing the mounting block and mounting Charlie in her long riding boots, skin-tight beige jodhpurs with nothing on underneath and a white cotton blouse decorated with small blue flowers and little poppers instead of buttons over a half-cup bra that gave her glorious tits that little extra shape. With each stride Charlie took, her full boobs gave a hypnotic jiggle, and the seam of her Jodhpurs rubbed perfectly against her waxed and dripping pussy.
She rode out of the yard and up through the village towards the estate. Swung a left up a bridal path that skirted around the race gallops and connected onto the main driveway before trotting past the entrance to the top yard, where all the staff were standing.
As she rode past, she couldn’t help but notice Abby’s eyes widen as she took in Krystal’s confident posture and her enormous bouncing breasts. Lois winked, and Krystal smiled sweetly at them all as she rode on past them.
Krystal trotted off in the direction of Bryan as she tracked his phone. She found him deep in the old woodlands logging a felled oak; the air was thick with the roar of the chainsaw and the smell of fresh sawdust. His muscles glimmered with sweat, and his polo shirt clung to him. Silently dismounting and lashing Charlie’s reins to a branch, Krystal fetched a bottle of water from her hamper and approached her husband.
She stood and watched as he worked, muscles flexing and sweat dripping, and the second he killed the saw and put it down, she made her move.
“Thirsty, Daddy,” she said, her voice low and husky.
Bryan spun on his heels, his eyes growing wide at the sight of his wife. “Krystal, what the hell are you doing here and what the fuck are you wearing?” he said with a smile as he took in every inch of her.
“Reminding you who that cock belongs to,” she said with a whisper as she dropped to her knees on the soft leaf debris and unfastened his belt. Yanking down his trousers, she freed his thickening cock, and without saying another word, she swallowed him deep. Enthusiastic slurping and gagging sounds filled that little part of the woods as saliva dripped down onto her heaving cleavage.
“Fuck baby,” Bryan groaned as he tangled his hand into Krystal’s hair and began fucking her face with gentle, deep thrusts.
She slipped off his glistening cock with a wet popping sound and told him to bend over against the tree.
He obeyed, bracing himself against the rough bark of an old tree as Krystal spread his cheeks and dived in like a woman possessed. She sucked his smooth, heavy balls into her mouth, then trailed her tongue up to his tight little anus. She rimmed his hole in filthy, eager circles whilst she reached around and stroked his twitching shaft. Bryan moaned like an animal as pre-cum dropped from his cock onto the woodland floor.
“God, you’re such a dirty girl,” he groaned breathlessly.
“Your dirty little girl,” she said with a smile as she stood up and pushed her Jodhpurs down to her knees as she leant against the same tree. “Now fuck me hard.”
Bryan took his position and lined his now painfully hard cock up with her dripping, hot pussy and rammed into her with a single thrust. Krystal screamed in pleasure as Bryan filled her completely; each steady, hard thrust stretched her just that little bit more. He began fucking her with long, powerful strokes that made her heavy tits sway beneath her as he reached round to fondle her breasts with one hand as the other pressed against her clit.
“Fill me,” she begged, her voice now a trembling wreck. “I want your cum leaking out of me as I ride home.”
With a roar, Bryan buried himself to the hilt and emptied himself into Krystal’s now quivering pussy as the feeling of him pumping rope after thick rope of hot, thick cum into her sent her over the edge. When he finally pulled out, a torrent of combined juices gushed from her gaping, well-fucked hole and ran down her thighs, glazing her pale milky skin.
They collapsed onto the picnic blanket Krystal had brought with her and drank the chilled water she’d packed and ate the sandwich. They kissed lazily as Bryan began to massage Krystal’s breasts, but she batted his hand away with a giggle. “You have work to do, Mr Estate Manager,” she said, kissing him again.
Bryan helped her up, jodhpurs still around her thighs and cum still leaking freely from her. She adjusted her clothing, and with Bryan’s help, she remounted Charlie.
“Ride safe, my love, and I’ll see you this evening,” Bryan said, kissing the back of her hand before swatting the rear of the horse gently so it trotted off back through the wood as Krystal blew him a kiss.
