My riding instructor - first lesson (Patreon)

My husband has always been eager to fulfill my whims, and this time it was no different. My latest desire was to learn how to ride a horse. I've never been much of a country girl, and it struck him as odd, but he still diligently found a way to keep me happy.

Within a week, I had my first riding lesson at a nearby ranch. My instructor's name was Mariana.

I got in contact and we started chatting. She told me she had learnt to ride since she was a little girl and was now making her own money by teaching others.

She was a young girl who was trying to break free from her father's economic control. She was nice enough, and she quickly earned my trust; then again, I'm a very trusting person, and that has gotten me into some trouble.

I was genuinely curious as to what to wear for horseback riding. My instinct told me to wear jeans and a long-sleeve shirt for protection, but it was getting warmer in the last days of March, so I thought maybe a fresher outfit could be acceptable. I decided the best course of action would be to ask her about it: “What do you suggest a good outfit for my first lesson would be?” I asked through text.

“You should really avoid short skirts, a whole hour riding could give you some serious chaffing there,” She replied quickly.

“I hadn't thought of something so risque," I had to admit to her, “But now you piqued my curiosity. Are you talking from experience?” was my reply. She didn’t answer for a long while.

“It’s just a general suggestion, anyway, jeans and a t-shirt are alright, and don’t forget sunscreen,” was her response. It felt evasive, but I left it there.

We continued talking, and she and I got to establish a nice friendship before we even met in person.

The day for my first lesson quickly arrived, and I was excited to start learning how to ride. My husband took me to the ranch, and as I got out of the car, he asked me to be a good girl. I know what those words mean for him, and it felt weird for him to assume that I would be naughty while learning how to ride a horse.

He obviously knows me too well.

As I entered the ranch, I was greeted by a slim, princess faced girl that looked way too young to be teaching anything (she's 18, BTW), she introduced herself as Mariana and gave me a tight hug, she was a little taller than me, maybe 1.70m tall, slim with big breasts and wide hips, her legs caught my eye immediately, she has thick thighs that seemed like they would rip her slim-fit jeans open.

“I’m glad you chose jeans instead of a skirt, I know from experience how rough that ride can be,” she said, when she was done examining me, “On top of having guys ogling you.”

“Oh, now you HAVE to tell me the whole thing,” I asked, hoping to get a juicy and hot story.

“We should get started, time is already running,” She answered, killing my hopes.

Our first lesson happened without an issue. At the end, I felt dirty. “Is there a place where I can change? I’m all sweaty and gross,” I asked Mariana.

“I would say the toilets, but at this time they’re not in the best shape, but you could use an empty stall, that's what I usually do, I can keep watch so no one peeks in,” she said.

I followed her, and she stood right outside the stall where I started changing. I was sure she was glancing at me constantly, but I thought it was just my horny mind playing tricks with me.

When I took off my jeans, I felt it. I had a burning sensation on my inner thighs and on my butt, I guess from all the bouncing on the saddle. “Hey, I know this may sound weird, but is it normal for me to be all like, red and sore in my legs and butt?”I asked her.

“You’re a newbie, so it is quite normal; you can use some lotion or vaseline to soothe it, as long as it is not too tender,” was her reply, as she tried faking disinterest in my state of undress.

“And how do I know if it’s too tender?” was my immediate response.

Without skipping a beat, she entered the stall and had me turn around. She examined my ass and tenderly touched my inner thighs. I didn't expect to be in that situation that day, or I would have worn nicer panties. She stayed there a little while, and I could feel my pussy pulsating. I'm not sure if it was because of the riding or the sudden attention I was getting; either way, it felt good.

“This looks alright, turn around to check your front side,” she said as she grabbed me by the hips and made me turn, putting my pubis right on her face. My heart started beating faster as soon as she started rubbing my tender inner thighs.

She stopped, stood up, and told me, “You’ll be alright, just make sure to put on some lotion after showering and avoid tight jeans for now.”

She turned around, and I touched my pussy instinctively. I was wet, and I knew my damp spot had to be visible for her, as she was centimeters away from it.

Feeling bold, I started talking to her, “So, riding on a mini skirt, would you care to share that story?”

I was in my bra and panties (again, I should've worn something nicer than plain nude color underwear) when she started telling her story.

“There was a time when I used to come to the ranch early in the morning. I mostly had the ranch to myself,” she said. I stayed in my underwear, shifting my entire attention to her voice. “So I started experimenting, wearing sexy clothes I wouldn’t wear around the guys. I got bolder each time, wearing sexier clothing or worse. Eventually, I ended up masturbating on horseback.”

That last declaration made my heart skip a beat. I knew we were getting closer, but I couldn't think why she would tell me such a private thing in this intimate environment unless she wanted to get a reaction out of me. “That is one show I’d love to see,” was my extremely honest answer. She started laughing and told me we should move our scheduling to a more comfortable slot, like 6 am on a weekday.

“I guess I’ll leave you be, I don’t think you want to stay semi-naked in a stall when the night falls. You know, with bugs and stuff like that,” she said as she walked away.

“And just how often do you get naked in here?” I asked, thinking I could be daring if she was being naughty too.

“Just before you arrived, I changed just where you’re standing, and I changed my underwear too,” she said as a mischievous smile formed on her pretty lips.

My husband texted me he was there, so Mariana and I had to cut our conversation short, but I knew I had found myself a naughty teacher... Or rather, my husband had.

On the way home, I told my husband about everything that happened and how wet the whole situation made me. “Prove it,” he asked, and I slid a hand inside my jeans and gave him a taste of my dripping pussy.

Just remembering the story made me horny again, and it had the same effect on him, who was already struggling inside his pants. I decided I needed to help him, so I undid his pants and released his hard cock. I started rubbing it lightly as he drove. His precum started leaking almost immediately.

I leaned in to lick it, and he held my head in place. I took the hint, opened my mouth, and welcomed his fat head in me.

As I was bobbing my head up and down, I felt the car come to a stop, and I raised my head to see what was going on.

“We’re home,” he whispered, and pushed my head back into his cock. I took as much of it as I could. I started gagging, knowing that it drives him crazy.

I caressed his balls, and soon enough, they started tensing. He pushed his cock deeper into my throat. I knew what I wanted to do. I raised my head, freeing his sloppy wet boner and jerked him until he came all over my face.

My nose, cheeks, and lips were covered in his cum, I kissed him in the mouth, and he kissed me passionately back. I got out of the car and started walking home, proudly wearing his cum in my face. As soon as I crossed the door, I took all of my clothes off.

He was a few steps behind me, so I received him naked, with my panties in my hand. I put them in his face, and he smelled my excitement seeping through them. He grabbed my ass and took me right there in the living room.

As I was getting pounded doggy style, I got a message from Mariana, our early morning session had been approved, now we could use some non-traditional riding outfits.

“How did you find a kinky riding instructor?” I asked my husband, his only reply was to bang me harder until I came.

The next morning, I got a message from Mariana asking me if my chaffing was getting better, so I sent her a pic of it, this time wearing some nice see-through panties. She immediately deleted the picture and video-called me.

“Hey, thanks for the pic, but from now on, send anything as a one-time pic and let's keep our chat as vanilla as possible, we don’t know who could see it,” She said as soon as I picked up the call. “Let’s see that rash then,” she commanded, and I obeyed.

I lowered my phone so she would get a good look at my slightly sore thighs. “I feel much better, even after some rough dealings with my hubby,” I said, and she laughed.

“Let’s see the back then,” she said. As I took the phone to focus on my ass, she told me, “It looks very nice, I’m just missing your smell."

I took that as an invitation and started rubbing my pussy, with her watching.

“Oh, please, don’t show me that. I’d rather see it in person next week.” She said.

We said our goodbyes, and as she was hanging up, I’m pretty sure I saw her bare breasts…