WIFE FUCKS RACEHORSE OWNER SO HE’LL KEEP HER HUSBAND AS TRAINER

Growing up in the small, rural town of Ledbury…. a little village just a bit west of London….Trent loved horses and dreamed of someday becoming a steeplechase jockey. But he quickly grew too big, and had to give up on his dream before he was even out of secondary school.

In an effort to stay close to his beloved horses Trent took a job working around a horse barn near his childhood home. When he was still in his early twenties, Trent began working as a groom, exerciser, and stable boy for an established steeplechase trainer…. eventually working his way up to being head lad. Shortly before he turned thirty, Trent decided to try his hand at becoming an independent trainer, and opened his own training stables for runners and steeplechase racers just outside of Newent… a little town near where he grew up.

The early going was painfully slow…. getting rich racehorse owners to trust their expensive four-legged hobbies to Trent for training and racing strategy was a significant challenge. Still, within about three years he had managed to convince nine owners to place their twenty-one horses in Trent’s care…. which provided enough revenue for him to hire a few grooms and lads, and pay most of his monthly stable expenses on time. This allowed the horse-training business to eke out a hand-to-mouth living…. as long as everybody agreed to wear multiple hats around the barn, as needed.

Trent’s wife, Shannon, had met him while they were both in secondary school (the equivalent to high school in the US)…. they dated until after they both graduated, then got married while he was still a head lad, about a year before he opened his own horse training facility. They struggled mightily while Trent was a low-earning stable boy and, although starting up a new horse training business had been full of financial shortcomings and challenges, they were proud to finally be making a go of it on their own…. albeit barely…. now that Trent was a registered trainer. Even so, Shannon was well aware that they were only marginally profitable, and that Trent was training the bare minimum number of horses to allow their stable to remain afloat. She had hated the days of meager pay and struggling to pay rent, so she was happy to see Trent’s young business starting to at least break even.

Shannon liked the horse-training and steeplechase racing business even though she didn’t ride…. and she knew her husband was fully in his element as a horse trainer, so she was happy to see him making a living doing what he enjoyed. She had many roles in Trent’s business, including managing the books, scheduling which horses go to which racecourses…. as well as maintaining the tack, mending bridles, and mucking out stalls with the other grooms and lads, when needed.

Shannon was about a year younger than Trent. She was still very attractive at 32 years old, with light brown hair, brown eyes, and a pretty smile. But her most defining characteristics…. what made 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…. did you forget he’s being bred this week?”

Clyde slapped his forehead, nodded and said, “Of course, of course…. I totally forgot about that.”

Still leaning on the gate to the stall, she said, “He’s been coupled with all the mares who aren’t racing this season.” She laughed, then added… “There’s six of them, and I think they’ve worn him out… take a look.”

Clyde joined her at the gate and looked over into the stall to see what she was referring to. He laughed when he saw what she was looking at…. Galahad’s huge horse cock was sticking out from its sheath, and dangling halfway to the ground between his legs.

With a chuckle, he said, “Wow…. now that’s impressive.”

Shannon smiled and said, “Bloody right”, then they both laughed as they watched Galahad’s thick shaft and bulbous cock-head swaying back and forth beneath his haunches.

After a minute or so, Clyde looked over at Shannon and, with a wry smile, added, “It kind of gets you thinking, doesn’t it?”

With her eyes still locked onto Galahad’s long, swinging penis, Shannon said, “What do you mean? Gets you thinking about what?”

In response to her question, Clyde moved over behind her and said, “This…”, as he leaned into her from behind and pressed her into the gate she was leaning on…. rubbing his crotch up against her ass through her denim skirt.

With the bulge in his pants nudging Shannon’s buttocks, he pressed up against her back and reached around to squeeze her tits through her tank top.

With a cry of surprise, Shannon looked over her shoulder and said, “What?…. w-wait…. Mr. Wallace…. what the bloody hell are you doing?”

Still caressing her boobs, Clyde nuzzled her hair and said into her ear, “You know what I’m doing, Shannon…. I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I brought my horses to your husband’s barn. And seeing Galahad’s huge cock flopping around out there has got me a bit randy.”

Trying unsuccessfully to wriggle free from his weight against her, Shannon whimpered, “B-but I’m married, Mr. Wallace…. what about my husband?…. hell, you’re married…. y-you can’t be doing this.”

With a wicked laugh, he said, “Sure I can…. and if you want your husband to keep training my horses, you won’t put up a fuss about it.”

Still struggling, but not nearly as hard as she had been, Shannon exclaimed, “What?….Nooo!…. Mr. Wallace!…. Wait… y-you can’t take your horses away! Oh, my God…. this place would go out of business if you do.”

Clyde grinned and said, “That’s right, hon…. and there are three racing stables within 8 miles of here…. all of them are good horse trainers…. two of them have even trained a Grand Champion…. and any one of them would be happy to have my horses in their barn.”

Releasing her boobs, he swung Shannon around so that her back was leaning up against the stall gate, then took her right hand and placed it on the growing lump in his pants…. moving it up and down the length of his shaft tucked down one leg of his trousers.

With a sneer, he said, “So, we need something special at your husband’s stables that makes me want to keep my horses here…. can you think of anything?”

Whimpering softly, Shannon nodded, then slowly began running her hand along the outline of Mr.