My Husband's Lesbian Boss: Book 2: In the Saddle

by Amanda Clover

  The heat in my face was almost unbearable. Cynthia maintained eye-contact as she inhaled my perfumed scent, but I knew those panties would betray my arousal. I could feel that lust gathering like dew upon my delicate folds.

  Cynthia smiled and stood up again. I expected her to scold me, but instead she declared, “You are ready to view the special collection.”

  “The, um, special collection?” I asked. Cynthia’s cold gaze raised gooseflesh on my naked body. I had to fight not to shiver.

  Cynthia reached into a small pocked on her vest and took out a tiny brass key. She seemed to insert it into the wall of the changing room opposite the door through which we entered. To my surprise, another door opened; the face was flush with the wall and the seams expertly concealed by the grain of the wood and the dim lighting. Automated lights flickered on, revealing a small room no larger than the changing room itself, but finished in cold brushed metal and blue lights. It had an antiseptic feel, almost like a medical office, and as I followed Cynthia inside, I realized why.

  This miniature shop-within-a-shop was as artfully decorated as the larger store, but instead of riding gear displayed nothing but high-end sexual paraphernalia. The door clicked shut behind us and I realized Cynthia and I were alone. She turned to me and offered me the first genuine smile since we met, her face lit ominously from beneath by the blue display lighting.

  “Valerie explained that you have a special relationship,” said Cynthia. “Few of my customers are permitted to enter this room, but I give Valerie whatever she desires. As I suspect you will learn to do as well.”

  The door opened behind me before I could think of an answer and Penny rejoined us. She still wore the eyeglasses, but she had let her hair down and wore a robe over her apparently naked body. She smiled innocently at me and stepped out of the way of the display as Cynthia began to show them to me.

  “We have pony girl bits and blinders, horsetail plugs, clamps, leashes, stimulators, something special for your saddle,” as she described the toys to me her fingers wandered over each item, “and of course something for Valerie to wear. Cocks. Such a wide variety. Something for every taste.”

  She gripped a rather large cock designed to look like a miniature stallion’s penis with a blunt tip, huge realistic testicles, and even a dappled color scheme to resemble a horse. The thought of Valerie using something like that made my face burn even hotter. I looked away from the obscene toy and Cynthia chuckled softly.

  “No, perhaps too advanced,” she said and returned the stallion cock to its display. “We have glass, stone, silicon, plastic, high-end Japanese, and even wood. What would you like to see?”

  I had a plain white vibrator at home, sort of a pearly cover, and of course Valerie gave me a plug for my ass after our first real meeting, but my experience with sex toys was very limited. I had looked at some online, even fantasized about some of the high end toys like the Sybian. I had never seen anything like the displays in this room.

  I was overwhelmed. I glanced nervously at Penny. Her friendly smile gave me the confidence to ask her, “W-what about you? What do you like?”

  Her smile tightened, as if I had broken some unspoken rule. She looked quickly at Cynthia. The stern shopkeeper gave Penny a slight nod of permission.

  “I prefer the Japanese,” says Penny, gesturing to a modest, but realistic-looking penis in one of the displays. “It warms itself up and it even ejaculates.”

  “Oh, wow,” I said, smiling as I looked the dildo over. It was a fake smile. I remembered my husband cumming and I immediately knew I was not interested in the high-end Japanese dildo. I let my eyes and my fingertips wander to an elegantly-shaped glass dildo. It had an abstract design that emulated the ridges of a real penis, but smoothed out into sleek rose-tinted glass. I looked to Cynthia and asked, “What about the glass?”

  “Completely unbreakable, shaped for maximum pleasure. They work with any of our harnesses or they can be used manually.” She reached below the one I was fondling and selected a smaller lavender-tinted dildo. “This seven-inch model would be quite nice for you.”

  I smiled and looked into her eyes as I stroked the one that had originally drawn my interest.

  “What about this one?”

  “The nine inch?” She raised an eyebrow. “Very well.”

  She took down the nine-inch dildo and a harness of comfortable-looking brown leather. Penny brushed past me and opened the door back into the dressing room and the two women followed me into the spacious private room of dark wood. Almost immediately, penny removed the robe she was wearing, revealing her petite, golden-skinned body. Her breasts were small, pert, with tiny brown nipples and her hips were slim. Her little pussy was topped with a narrow strip of dark hair, cut very short.

  She seemed comfortable nude and immediately dropped to her knees before Cynthia and began removing the older woman’s riding boots. I had a view of Penny’s small firm butt and her dusky anus and cuntlips. The sight sent a thrill of desire through me. Cynthia watched me watching Penny with a smirk and this excited me even more than the lewd sight.

  “Valerie explained you were new to this lifestyle,” said Cynthia as Penny set her boots aside. The young woman began to remove Cynthia’s breaches, exposing ample, pale flesh lightly dimpled with cellulite and a pair of expensive-looking red silk panties.

  “I’m, um, I don’t know what this lifestyle is,” I said. “I’m attracted to Valerie. We’re friends. We… I don’t know. She invited me horseback riding.”

  “Well, she does not invite many women horseback riding,” said Cynthia. “As for the lifestyle, well, it is what you make of it, but I expect you know more than you think. Valerie is not shy about she wants.”

  “A slave?”

  Cynthia laughed, a bit cruelly, as Penny helped her shed the breaches completely. “I never thought of that, my dear. A plaything, certainly. A lover. A submissive. If you wish to be her slave, that is something far more serious. Not for me to discuss, certainly.”

  My face burned hot all over again. I felt completely out of my depth, but I could not look away from Cynthia being undressed. Penny removed the older woman’s equestrian vest and hung it up on a hanger. Cynthia’s breasts were quite large and cradled by an impressive bra with reinforced cups that matched her red silk panties. Penny seemed to embrace her as she removed the bra, revealing Cynthia’s large, pendulous breasts, wide pink areolas, and thick nipples. Those creamy breasts were marked with pressure lines of red from the bra. Not even a woman as wealthy and commanding as Cynthia could escape the pains of an ill-fitting bra.

  Penny stepped away to tidy up the clothing. Cynthia stood unashamedly naked, her plump breasts thrust forward and her wide, dimpled hips and ass still quite lovely. My gaze drifted to her womanly mound and trimmed, tufted hair. She caught me looking and her hard smile grew a little more lecherous.

  Penny returned, carrying the glass dildo I had selected inserted into the harness that Cynthia had chosen.

  “Not yet,” murmured Cynthia, lifting the dildo and placing it in one of the alcoves. “I think Audrey here would enjoy seeing you serve me with your tongue. Wouldn’t you, Audrey?”

  “Serve?” I looked at her in surprised. I was a bit slow on the uptake and trying very hard not to stare at Cynthia’s thick nipples or her plump, dimpled ass. My heart pounded in my chest and my tummy flip-flopped. My nipples were as hard as little pebbles.

  “Relax,” said Cynthia, her voice cool and commanding. “Take a seat. That’s your special assignment from Miss Pryce.”

  “Yes,” I said and backed up to one of the padded benches. The gleaming leather crinkled beneath me, cool and a little sticky against my bare bottom. I kept my legs together and watched as Penny stepped towards Cynthia and slid down to kneel before the older woman.

  Cynthia put one foot up on the nearest bench, exposing her inner thigh and more of her puffy cunt, which spread and revealed a glistening hint of her pink inner flesh. She rested one hand on Penny’s
head, her fingers winding into her young assistant’s silky black hair as she pulled Penny’s face between her creamy thighs.

  I sucked in a gasp and held it in my lungs as I watched Penny begin to lick Cynthia’s wet cunt. Cynthia locked eyes with me. Penny braced her hands on Cynthia’s wide hips, fingers curling around to the older woman’s plump ass, Penny’s head moving slightly up and down. Though I could not see what she was doing with her tongue, I could plainly hear the wet lap of it in the stifling quiet of the changing room.

  Cynthia’s eyelids drooped with pleasure and a soft moan escaped her lips as Penny’s tongue worked. The older woman began to gently move her hips, grinding her cunt against Penny’s face and eliciting muffled moans from the younger woman.

  “She has a skilled tongue,” explained Cynthia, her words throaty with pleasure. “I learned that… mmmmmm...”

  She interrupted herself to jerk Penny’s head up. She hissed, “Suck it. Put your mouth on it and suck it.” She slapped Penny lightly on the cheek before letting her return to licking. I heard the soft slurp of sucking and Cynthia groaned with pleasure, bracing both hands on Penny’s head. Her eyes nearly closed completely, but snapped open again as if waking from dozing off. She looked at me with a dreamy smile on her face.

  “I learned about her talents on her very first day,” says Cynthia. “Penelope was such an eager girl. Eager to learn and eager to please. Before noon I had her bent over with a ridged eight-inch mahogany pleasure prince in her pussy and her ass plugged with a silver wonder. Two of my favorites. She must have sucked my… ooooOOohhh… sucked my cunt for two hours.”

  “That sounds… um… amazing,” I said, the heat seeming to reach sauna-like levels in the room. I could smell the sex in the air and it was driving me wild. My bare breasts heaved and my face felt as flushed as Cynthia’s looked.

  “It is,” agreed Cynthia. “I can see that in your eyes as well. You want to serve, don’t you?”

  “Yesss,” I moaned and squirmed on the bench.

  “Come over here then, Audrey,” she said and cradled Penny’s head to move it aside. She beckoned me with her fingers. “Crawl on your hands and knees and serve me with your tongue.”

  I wanted to, so desperately. My pussy was soaking and I wanted bury my face between Cynthia’s plump thighs and tongue her womanly cunt. But I could not. My heart and my body already belonged to Valerie.

  “You refuse me?” Cynthia raised an eyebrow.

  “I… I want to do it,” I admitted. “But I’m with Valerie.”

  “She is not here,” she said, looking around the changing room.

  “No, but, I can’t do it, Cynthia,” I said, shuddering with lust, but unwilling to compromise my true desire.

  “Touch yourself then,” said Cynthia, roughly fucking against Penny’s face. “Go ahead, Audrey. Play with that pretty little pussy while I cum. While I cum and then fuck her.”

  Maybe it was the intense atmosphere of watching them or maybe it was my instruction from Valerie, but I parted my slender legs and showed Cynthia my blushing pussy in all its glory. I ran my hand over it, watching Cynthia’s matronly tits jiggling as she thrust her hips and fucked against Penny’s mouth.

  “That’s it,” hissed Cynthia. “Play with your clit. Play with… mmmm! I’m going to cum now! Ohhh fuck, Penny. Suck it harder. With the fingers too. Ooohhh, YES! Just like that!”

  Cynthia finally seemed to forget I was with them in the room as she focused her full attention on young Penny. I focused, of all things, on Penny’s perky little golden bottom sitting against her heels as Cynthia fucked her face. Her heels created indentations in her firm buttocks and each time Cynthia thrust her hips, Penny rocked back against her heels, which spread her ass wide every time and revealed the dusky knot of her anus and a quick glimpse of the glistening lips of her pussy.

  I began to fuck myself with two fingers, curling them deep and grinding my palm against my clit as I stared intently at Penny’s ass. I imagined myself on hands and knees, heading leaning low to worship that perky little bottom the way Valerie made me worship her. I would kiss her Penny’s firm cheeks, running my tongue down her crack, swirling against the hot clench of her asshole before moving even lower. I would tease her cunt and open it gently with the tip of my tongue. I would taste her deeply. I was certain she would taste as sweet as honey.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned.

  “YESSSS!” Cried Cynthia, her face deeply flushed, neck straining, expression contorted with pleasure as she roughly thrust against Penny’s face. “Cumming! You good little sllut! Fuckkkk!”

  It was disarming to hear her talk in such a vulgar way after how she presented herself. It made me even hotter. I stared at her flushed breasts and crimson face as I fucked myself harder with my fingers. I curled them inside my hot channel and sought that special spot I always touched when I was alone and seeking pleasure. I arched on the bench, thrusting against my fingers, enjoying the show, but the show was about to change.

  Cynthia let out a long breath that hissed over her teeth and pushed Penny away.

  “Get up and turn around,” she demanded. “I am going to fuck you now for the customer. Would you like that?”

  “Yes, mistress,” said Penny in a girlish voice.

  “Good,” declared Cynthia, already buckling the strap-on over her wide hips and dripping cunt. “Bend over that bench. Show me your little bottom, Penny.”

  Penny bent over and placed her hands on the perpendicular bench only a couple feet away from my right knee. I had a perfect side view of the action. Penny’s perky tits dangled beneath her as she arched her back and offered her pussy and ass to Cynthia and the glass cock I had selected. It was clear that Cynthia would take whichever hole she preferred as she teased the head of the glass phallus over Penny’s pussy and up to the crack of Penny’s ass.

  I slowed my fingering as I watched. I didn’t want to cum too quickly; I wanted to enjoy it at the pace Cynthia set. Sweat trickled between my breasts. My pert mounds quivered with my shuddering inhalation.

  Cynthia slapped the dildo up against Penny’s neatly trimmed cunt. The glass cock made wet smacking sounds with each impact and Penny jerked as if each blow sent shocks of pleasure through her arched body.

  “She’s absolutely soaking,” declared Cynthia, casting her gaze in my direction. “Shall I give her a good fucking?”

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  Cynthia smirked, apparently satisfied with how quickly I responded. She teased the bulbous tip of the dildo up and down Penny’s slit, gently parting Penny’s glistening folds. Looking from Penny’s steamy pussy to Cynthia’s cold blue eyes, I felt as if I had been invited into a secret world of lesbian domination. I had never imagined something like this existed. And here it was, only inches away, the exciting scent of it thick in the air and the heat of it radiating throughout the changing room.

  As I watched, Cynthia rested one hand on Penny’s firm ass and used her other hand to guide the dildo into her pussy. Penny’s tight pussy stretched around the cock. Her head lifted up and her lips parted in a long moan of pleasure.

  “Oh, yes, I think she likes it big,” laughed Cynthia. She began to thrust the cock in and out of Penny’s clutching cunt. I could see the pink lips of her pussy as they gripped at the glass dildo with every stroke. Beneath the sounds of heavy breathing and slapping flesh against flesh, I could make out the wet slurp of the dildo as it penetrated Penny’s pussy with every stroke.

  I had never seen anything like this in person, never even had sex in front of a mirror, so to watch Cynthia thrusting forcefully into Penny so close was almost overwhelming. I moaned as I felt my orgasm rising and Penny, overcome with knee-shaking pleasure of her own, seemed almost to harmonize with my voice. Cynthia laughed and grabbed Penny’s boyish hips with both hands. The bigger, older woman leaned over the smaller, younger woman and Cynthia, her fat tits swinging wildly, began to forcefully fuck Penny.

  “Aahhhhhhhh!” Cried the young woman. She lost her bala
nce on her hands and dropped her breasts and shoulders against the bench. She twisted to look back over her shoulder at Cynthia as the older woman’s tits swung with every stroke and slapped against her abdomen.

  “I’m cumming,” I moaned.

  Penny reached out for me suddenly, grabbing my knee with one of her hands. She looked at me with eyes wide with something like shock from all the pleasure she was experiencing. “It’s incredible! I’m cumming too!”

  As my orgasm surged, Penny arched her back to the extreme and thrust back almost violently to skewer her little pussy on Cynthia’s strapped cock. Penny’s cries of pleasure and the lewd, wet slurp of her pussy seemed to echo through my body and mind. I wailed in lip-biting ecstasy as I came hard. I’m not sure how long I was out of my mind with ecstasy, but when I finally emerged from the blinding haze of pleasure, Cynthia was smiling at me. She had stopped fucking Penny and withdrawn the glistening glass of the cock from her assistant’s puffy pink pussy.

  “Oh my god,” I laughed, sliding my glistening fingers from my pussy. “That was…”

  “It was incredible,” repeated Penny, still out of breath. “You made the right choice.”

  “Of course, this was only the floor model,” said Cynthia, smacking the cock against Penny’s ass. “I have a new and unused version, the exact same color and manufacturer, for you to take to Miss Pryce.”

  My heart swelled at the mention of Valerie. My face was already flushed from my orgasm and I was still slightly out of breath, but I nodded earnestly to Cynthia.

  “Good,” she said. “I will have Penny here box it up for you. In the meantime, let’s get your riding attired sorted. We want you looking as sharp as possible to ensure you make a good impression for Miss Pryce.”

  Penny departed from the dressing room, leaving me alone with Cynthia and her cold eyes. She was nearly as domineering to me as she had been to Penny. She handed me articles of clothing and barked impatiently at me to “put this on” or “try this.” We went through at least a dozen different outfits and another dozen jackets and boots to go with them before I found something that pleased me and was acceptable to Cynthia’s discerning gaze.