Steamy Horseback Affair

"Does riding a horse feel good?"

The saddle jolted beneath us as the horse trotted along. I steadied myself by holding the slender waist of my friend's alluring wife. Her skirt fluttered constantly in the wind.

My friend was in a nearby house, completely absorbed in a card game—while right in front of him, I was out riding a horse with his beautiful, delicate young wife…

Madeline McKinny was petite and adorable, with a figure that was anything but modest—especially her chest. She was also my buddy's young, delicate wife. She usually liked to wear ultra-short skirts.

With her baby face, full curves, and snow-white skin, she became the main target of teasing whenever we got together. Of course, she was also the object of everyone's fantasies. Every guy wanted to know whether her small body could really handle their rough imaginings.

Strangely enough, my buddy Logan Riley never seemed upset about it. First, because it was all just joking banter—nothing truly inappropriate—and Madeline only blushed instead of getting angry. Second, he took pride in it. Having a wife that made everyone envious boosted his ego and made him feel respected.

What Logan didn't know was that I truly liked Madeline. I had no intention of stealing another man's woman, but I was always looking for chances to be alone with her. I wanted to hold her, breathe in her sweet scent—and more than anything, I wanted to lift her skirt and slide down her little panties.

Luckily, Madeline didn't like playing cards or watching others play. So whenever she came over, I would find ways to spend time alone with her. Gradually, her relationship with me became noticeably closer than with the other guys.

Today was Monday again—the day we always gathered, and the day I got to see the Madeline I'd been thinking about nonstop.

The guys were already seated and had started playing cards. Their girlfriends or wives either sat beside them watching or scrolled through their phones.

Only Madeline kept glancing around, clearly not wanting to sit there.

I quickly stood up and told everyone I had a riding lesson today and needed to go prepare. No one really cared. They were all busy drawing and playing their cards.

Only Madeline looked up at me, her eyes carrying a hint of anticipation.

"Anyone want to come take a look? You can ride a horse too," I added casually.

"I do! I'll go. It's so boring here," Madeline said at once and stood up. No one thought much of it—she had always been lively and playful.

"Let's go." I gestured to her, and she followed happily.

Madeline walked in front of me. Her figure was full and curvy, and every step made her skirt lift and fall again.

My eyes never left her hips. I kept hoping I'd catch a glimpse of her panties. I wondered what kind a girl this cute liked to wear.

"Connor, is riding a horse fun? I've seen them a few times