My Wife Becomes A Service Animal At A Ranch

Disclaimer: This is such an extreme story, I want to warn people before reading it that I set no limitations on how graphic, violent, disgusting or perverse this story would get when writing it. I don’t want to read negative comments from the morally superior, I’m not posting this to be judged, so if you’re not interested, please don’t read any further. These are just stories and not reality and I don’t advocate anyone take this story seriously.
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We stayed up at a ranch for a week, just me and my wife; Daniella. I guess it was a slow time of year for tourists as we were the only ones staying at the cabins. The ranch was owned by an old couple and they had hired a real life cowboy to take people on horse rides and tend to the guests.

On the first day, Daniella wanted to go horseback riding, but I passed. She went on her own accompanied only by the ranch’s cowboy. After they came back, I thought I saw him looking at her ass as she dismounted. Who could blame him? Daniella was a catch! She stayed pretty fit, but left enough fat on her ass, thighs and chest to shape a curvy little wife for me. She was calm and adventurous sexually, making our seven years of marriage very fun. She was curious and eager to please, indulging my every fantasy. Whether she was trying ass-to-mouth despite how humiliated she felt or whether she was on her hands and knees in nothing but a thong, inside a locked public bathroom so I could take pictures to put on the internet, (we blurred her face of course) she was always nervous but willing to try. The perfect wife.

So when we got back to our cabin and we were alone, I told her that he was staring at her ass as she dismounted her steed. She smiled, flattered. She teased me, saying how good looking she thought he was. I always had a fantasy to see my compliant little wife with another man, using her body to satisfy him the same way she would eagerly get me hard and keep me that way. I couldn’t go through with it of course, so from time to time I would ask her to flirt with random guys so I could watch her tease them and then go home and fuck her. I think she likes it too. It was safe and if we can get home before she sucked me off in the car, she was usually dripping wet.

I wanted her to go flirt with him at night by the stables and I would watch from the shadows. At first Daniella refused out right. He had told her that his wife had cheated on him last year with his own brother. He was still pretty devastated and he was lonely. She thought it would be cruel, especially after his wife had screwed up his head so badly. But I convince her that he probably WAS lonely and that he’d be flattered she was flirting with him. It would make him feel good about himself.

She’s still very reluctant, but agrees to go down and talk to him, even flirt a little, but not too much. She was feeling especially guilty about this.

I found a way to sneak up on them by going around the long way and entering the back of the barn. From here I was able to watch them no less than a foot away from me through big gaps in the wooden wall without them seeing me. He’s very forward with her and I don’t do anything about it. She giggles nervously and steps away from him, but he’s quite persistent. Eventually she tells him that she doesn’t think this is such a good idea. He thinks she’s being cute and playing hard to get, but when she makes it clear that she wants him to stop, he gets angry and grabs her, forcing her to bend over some piece of farm equipment, tying her hands behind her back.

He starts telling her what a stupid fucking tease she is. That all women are just cock teasing bitches. That she shouldn’t play around with people’s emotions.

She stares through the cracks in the wood to my hiding place, shocked. I still don’t say anything.

She tells him that he’s right. She’s really sorry and to let her make it up to him. She pushes her ass out, arching her back and spreads her legs. She’s stiff and unsure of herself, but guilt has always been incredibly effective on my wife.

He unties her hands and says she can leave if she wants. She doesn’t right away, instead she stares at him, horny and wanting him to take her.

Instead, she unbuttons her jeans and unzips the fly, pushing them down her meaty thighs.

“No, I really am sorry. Let me make it up to you.”

“Are you sure?” He unzipped his pants and took out the biggest cock I’d ever seen. “A lot of women can’t take me. That’s why my wife left. It hurt her too much.”

“Holy shit!” My pretty, little wife was practically drooling over her shoulder.

You’ve never seen anything until you watch a super hung stud mount your pretty little wife. Her mixed emotions of fear and exhilaration contained in her bit lip and wasted breath.

And it must be true that a pussy can stretch to twice its depth during sex, because at first he could only get about halfway inside her. Every thrust caused her to wince in pain, grit her teeth or put her hand out to hold him back. I had a perfect spot on my knees behind the wooden wall they were fucking against, to see him bottom out inside her. And each time he would hit her cervix halfway in with a sharp inhale from my horny wife. By the time he was finishing with her however, he was balls deep in her now sloppy pussy, grabbing her hip fat and driving himself home as far as possible. And she no longer winced in pain or tried to stop the invader hammering the walls of her womb. Instead, her hands braced against the wall separating us and helped her to push back against the horsecock he was feeding her. Her head hung down, mouth hanging open, almost or sometimes drooling as if all the life had been fucked out of her during anyone one of her five counted orgasms.
The first happened as he forced himself inside; she bit her lip as he pressed the head against her moist lips, rubbing her clit. Her eyes opened wide when her lips finally stretched around his head. She clearly hadn’t thought he’d ever fit that much inside her.