“So, how long did you say we're here for?”
She perked up. In fact, she stood from the bed and headed to a nearby dresser. She handed me a brochure once I joined her. “Today and most of tomorrow.”
I looked over the pamphlet. “Hiking trails, stables, but no horses? Seems a bit off. What are the stables for if there aren't any animals?”
She flashed me a wicked grin then headed into the bathroom with the black lace I'd set on the bed. “Role-play.”
I shuddered and had to wonder exactly what I'd gotten myself into.
* * * * *
“O kay, we're outside. Now what?”
It had taken a bit of convincing on Terry's part, but by one o' clock, we were outside with the other guests. Many of them had taken to their own private quarters. Those who were still walking around seemed to be wrapping up whatever it was they'd started before our arrival.
“Stables?” Terry asked hopefully.
“But I thought there weren't any horses.” The rings out front were still as empty as they'd been an hour ago. “And you don't ride.”
“Not horses.” She took my hand and guided me past one of the rings into an old barn. Her palm was clammy, and like the drive here, she couldn't bring herself to look at me.
The nerves in my stomach coiled around the base of my spine. The day we went hang gliding, I could barely breathe. When we were about to jump off a plane, I was pretty sure I'd throw up on the way down.
This time? I was a bottle of nerves just waiting to burst, and with every step we took closer to that barn, the more wound up my insides became. Anxiety and even excitement were always to be expected on one of Terry's adventures, but never like this.
It was as though we were in high school again, and doing more than holding hands was forbidden. She gave my hand a squeeze as we stepped under the rafters.
Inside, lights hung from old beams, and it amazed me to see the building was still standing after what must've been decades of hard use. Everything inside was antique. Brass hooks on the crossties outside the stalls. Hard granite under our feet. Even bird nests in the corners under the roof.
Then again, it was a barn. If it was still upright, they probably renovated it at some point but left the aged decorations in place to make it more unique.
But the one thing I didn't expect when we headed this way was for it to smell so clean. Stable doors lined either side of the hallway. I stared at each door as we went by. Some led to empty stalls while others—
Oh, God. I stared back down at the ground. At my feet. Anything to forget what I'd just seen on the other side of that wall. I succeeded for a moment, but then the woman who's gaze I met while she was in the throes of passion released a moan that caused my slacks to tighten and my blood pressure to jump through the roof.
I shivered at the sound of what may have been a whip cracking behind us.
Terry's grip on my hand tightened. I squeezed back and wasn't sure if I'd ever let go. Her posture stiffened, but she kept walking. I could still hear the other woman's moans when Terry stopped to open one of the stalls.
I peered inside and considered going back to our room, but the way Terry looked at me just then told me we weren't going anywhere.
Her auburn hair had a shine to it while the rest of her face was hidden under a thin shadow.
“So they—we just...here? Now?” Another moan down the hall forced me to grab for one of the nearby walls.
Terry lifted her shoulder in a partial shrug, then leaned in to kiss me on the neck. Behind my ear. My lips.
I took her in my arms and licked her lips with my tongue until they allowed access to the rest of her mouth. I grabbed her hair with one of my hands, and without thinking, I tugged on it.
She moaned against my lips and melted in my tight embrace. Pressed herself against my body and my hard erection. The woman down the hall may have screamed, but all I felt and all I heard was my amazing, adventurous wife.
She pressed a hand
She perked up. In fact, she stood from the bed and headed to a nearby dresser. She handed me a brochure once I joined her. “Today and most of tomorrow.”
I looked over the pamphlet. “Hiking trails, stables, but no horses? Seems a bit off. What are the stables for if there aren't any animals?”
She flashed me a wicked grin then headed into the bathroom with the black lace I'd set on the bed. “Role-play.”
I shuddered and had to wonder exactly what I'd gotten myself into.
* * * * *
“O kay, we're outside. Now what?”
It had taken a bit of convincing on Terry's part, but by one o' clock, we were outside with the other guests. Many of them had taken to their own private quarters. Those who were still walking around seemed to be wrapping up whatever it was they'd started before our arrival.
“Stables?” Terry asked hopefully.
“But I thought there weren't any horses.” The rings out front were still as empty as they'd been an hour ago. “And you don't ride.”
“Not horses.” She took my hand and guided me past one of the rings into an old barn. Her palm was clammy, and like the drive here, she couldn't bring herself to look at me.
The nerves in my stomach coiled around the base of my spine. The day we went hang gliding, I could barely breathe. When we were about to jump off a plane, I was pretty sure I'd throw up on the way down.
This time? I was a bottle of nerves just waiting to burst, and with every step we took closer to that barn, the more wound up my insides became. Anxiety and even excitement were always to be expected on one of Terry's adventures, but never like this.
It was as though we were in high school again, and doing more than holding hands was forbidden. She gave my hand a squeeze as we stepped under the rafters.
Inside, lights hung from old beams, and it amazed me to see the building was still standing after what must've been decades of hard use. Everything inside was antique. Brass hooks on the crossties outside the stalls. Hard granite under our feet. Even bird nests in the corners under the roof.
Then again, it was a barn. If it was still upright, they probably renovated it at some point but left the aged decorations in place to make it more unique.
But the one thing I didn't expect when we headed this way was for it to smell so clean. Stable doors lined either side of the hallway. I stared at each door as we went by. Some led to empty stalls while others—
Oh, God. I stared back down at the ground. At my feet. Anything to forget what I'd just seen on the other side of that wall. I succeeded for a moment, but then the woman who's gaze I met while she was in the throes of passion released a moan that caused my slacks to tighten and my blood pressure to jump through the roof.
I shivered at the sound of what may have been a whip cracking behind us.
Terry's grip on my hand tightened. I squeezed back and wasn't sure if I'd ever let go. Her posture stiffened, but she kept walking. I could still hear the other woman's moans when Terry stopped to open one of the stalls.
I peered inside and considered going back to our room, but the way Terry looked at me just then told me we weren't going anywhere.
Her auburn hair had a shine to it while the rest of her face was hidden under a thin shadow.
“So they—we just...here? Now?” Another moan down the hall forced me to grab for one of the nearby walls.
Terry lifted her shoulder in a partial shrug, then leaned in to kiss me on the neck. Behind my ear. My lips.
I took her in my arms and licked her lips with my tongue until they allowed access to the rest of her mouth. I grabbed her hair with one of my hands, and without thinking, I tugged on it.
She moaned against my lips and melted in my tight embrace. Pressed herself against my body and my hard erection. The woman down the hall may have screamed, but all I felt and all I heard was my amazing, adventurous wife.
She pressed a hand
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