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"a-HEM, can I help you?" Mike asked.
The brunette popped up and closed the fridge door. "Mike! I'm so sorry, I should have called, and you gave me the code when you got the place, and I heard something in that room, and the door was open, and I'm really sorry!"
Mike didn't hear most of it as he was still in shock.
"Wendy! Oh wow! What are you doing here? Yeah, sorry; I wasn't expecting anyone so I didn't really bother to close the door and yeah, when did you get in. And what are you doing here?!"
Wendy was Michelle's step-sister. When her dad moved to Texas and started a new family, her mom stayed in Denver and married a guy who already had kids. By complete coincidence, Wendy and Kristen were only eight months apart (though Mike could never remember which was older). They also did NOT care for each other.
Wendy started to bawl. "I caught him! I caught him in bed with some whore!"
Mike instinctively went and wrapped his arms around Wendy.
"Guess it's a good thing I showered," he thought, still sort of stunned by everything.
Wendy sobbed some more, beer in hand and her face buried in Mike's chest. When she had settled down a bit, she explained how she had grown suspicious in all the ways women do (especially when they're right) and came home from a girls' trip early to find her husband in bed with another woman. After a huge fight, a night apart, another huge fight, and day of trying to talk it out, Wendy just decided to get away from the situation and out of town.
So she went to Mike's to bum on the couch for a while. She wasn't sure yet how long it would be for.
"Well," Mike pointed out, "The good news is I have guest rooms so no couch sleeping is needed. Let's get you settled in, and you can let me know if you need anything. Have you eaten anything, or is that 9 AM beer it?"
"Hey, no judging! My life is in shambles, I hate air travel, AND dealing with the people at airports, and when I finally get to see the friendly face I've been excited for, he's rubbing one out! Nice cock, by the way."
Mike blushed as Wendy smirked at him. While he had an inkling that Kristen might have feelings for him, he had no idea with Wendy. She outright flirted, poked fun at, and teased Mike for as long as he'd known her. When he tried bringing it up to Michelle early in their marriage, she just dismissed it as, "Oh don't read into it: That's just Wendy!"
They made plans to get some food and head to the store for anything Wendy might have forgotten to pack (or not realize she needed as Mike tried explaining the humidity to her).
They caught up in the car, after not seeing each other since Mike had moved away. Laughing over a meal, showing her around the town, picking stuff out for her, and even buying her an "authentic Texas cowgirl hat" seemed to help lift the cloud over Wendy and she knew she had made the right choice in getting away from her situation at home.
By the time they got back to the ranch, a line of cars were leaving the property and it was late afternoon
"I guess Kristen's lessons are done," Mike mused aloud.
"It bugs me that you dropped everything to come down here to be with her, you know. Why is she so important that you had to leave me?" Wendy asked, scowling slightly.
"It wasn't for her, it was for me," he countered. "She was just an added benefit."
Wendy glared at him.
"Not like that! I've never started over any place new like I did here. It was nice having someone I already knew so I wasn't completely alone."
She didn't care for it, but Wendy had to admit to herself she understood the answer.
They moved out to the deck behind the house, now nicely shaded as the sun started setting. Wendy excused herself and came back wearing a new sundress she had picked out.
"You were NOT kidding about the heat here!" she exclaimed.
Mike's view over the pastures was entirely out the window and he nearly dropped his beer as he took in the sight of her. Wendy had always had an amazing body, and she knew it. Her toned legs went right up and under the short hem of the breezy dress to meet her beautiful ass. The square neck of the top gave her gorgeous DD-cups just a perfect amount of cleavage to show off.
"Careful Mike; you're drooling," she teased.
"And you are loving it, as usual," he shot back.
She laughed and sat down next to him, snuggling under his free arm. From his vantage, he could see down the front of the dress as it bowed forward. His cock twitched.
She felt it move slightly against her arm and smiled to herself.
"At least I know YOU still think I'm attractive, even if Mr. Asshole doesn't."
"Wendy, you've always been beautiful. And I doubt whoever this chick that Kurt hooked up with could compare. Whatever his reasoning was, I would bet solid money it wasn't that. You're sexy as hell."
"You're just saying that cause I'm in this tiny dress and you're enjoying an eyeful."
"Oh, I'm thoroughly enjoying it!" Mike laughed. "But no; you're gorgeous and he doesn't know how good he had it with you."
She thought for a moment, then decided to go for it. After all, why not at this point.
"You know, Mike. I've always had a thing for you."
Beer was nearly lost in a spit take.
She continued. "I mean, I was only 17 when Michelle married you, but God I wanted you. I was so jealous, but just had to accept that you were hers and off limits. And I knew you were the loyal type and didn't want to ruin things. Still, there wasn't any harm in fantasizing about you."
Mike sat entranced as she talked, her hand closest to him coming to rest on his thigh while the other came up to lightly cup her breast through the light fabric.
She continued. "So I thought I'd find a 'Mike' of my own! I'd find someone kind like you, and handsome like you, and strong like you. And while I hadn't ever seen it, Michelle and I talked about sex and I figured based on her descriptions, I'd find someone hung like you. Though . . ."
Her hand now traced up to his full erection through his shorts.
" . . . based on what I saw this morning, and what I'm feeling here . . ."
She gripped it through the fabric.
". . . it turns out I fell short."
Mike groaned as she got up and moved to straddle him.
"Kurt got to fool around with some bitch while I've been denied the guy I've fingered myself to since I was a teenager. Time to fix that!"
Struggling to comprehend what she had just disclosed while also dealing with his hot sister-in-law (FORMER, sister-in-law, he had to remind himself), there was still a part of Mike's brain that agreed her logic made sense. Granted, it was probably the brain in the head she was now grinding against as she kissed him.
Wendy wrapped her fingers in Mike's hair as she kissed him. She was hungry, and this meal that she'd wanted for so long was now right here for her enjoyment.
Kristen walked up the path from the stables to the main house where Mike lived. The horses were playing in the pasture, probably laughing and/or complaining to each other about the morons they'd been forced to deal with today.
Living here was a dream come true for her, and she was grateful that she had someone like Mike in her life.
People knew, Mike knew, that she had suffered abuse in her teen years. But unlike everyone else, he never seemed to judge or pity her. He never tried to pry or learn more, or fix her. Which it felt like EVERYONE wanted to do.
I know you feel scared of it now, but one day you'll meet someone and want to have sex. You shouldn't avoid it just because something bad happened before.
It was amazing how hurtful and condescending people with good intentions could be.
After everything she had gone through, she just knew: That was just never going to be her. And so far, at 30 years old, she had been right.
She just needed to find someone for companionship, not physical lust. Someone who was good, and kind, and gentle, and . . . well, like Mike. She had always felt safe with him; like he'd always protect her and wouldn't ever need her to debase herself just to please him.
But she knew who she was and that would never happen. Just some ugly, lanky girl with a damaged past and intimacy issues.
"No one wants that," she reminded herself. "Not even Mike."
Kristen rounded the corner and thought about what they might want to grab for dinner, when she was caught by surprise by the scene on the deck: there was a woman, a brunette, shorter than herself, and she was straddling someone (MIKE!) on the patio furniture.
Wait, was he seeing someone? He hadn't told her anything!
Kristen's heart sank. "I'm upset he wouldn't have told me," she told herself.
She ducked back around the corner, hiding herself to not disturb them. Who is this woman? Have they been dating long? Wait, where would he have met her, we're always hanging out! Did he just pick her up somewhere?
Whoever she was, she was being really aggressive. Mike probably wouldn't like someone like that, he's too much of a gentleman. Kristen pulled out her phone and zoomed in to see if she could see who the woman was.
"Thank goodness for smartphones," she breathed to herself.
Mike kissed Wendy back, hard. Somewhere in the back of his mind was how messy this could end up, but it'd been a long time since he'd enjoyed a woman and over a decade of Wendy's teasing was ready to be unleashed. His hands went down to her hips and ground her down against him but only for a moment. Wendy slapped his hands away and stood up quickly. Mike briefly thought she was done having fun and this was just more, albeit far more intense, teasing until she reached down and pulled the sundress up and over her head.
At 5'7" and 140 pounds, she was what you'd consider an average height and weight. But numbers didn't tell the whole story: Her mid length brown hair framed that perfect face, deep brown eyes, and rested on her collarbones above her double D-cup breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Her torso tapered slightly before flaring back to hips that just screamed to be gripped from all angles. A neatly trimmed triangle of brown hair pointed down her lightly toned legs, and while he couldn't see it while she was facing him, Mike had stolen enough looks at her ass to know it had to be magnificent.
Wendy dropped to her knees and pulled Mike's shorts down with no subtlety at all. Mike took the hint and pulled his polo shirt over his head. No sooner was it clear of him and she was on him. Wendy gripped his thick cock and rubbed it back and forth against her opening, using the wetness that was now just running out of her to add some lubrication to the tip. She lowered herself and sunk a third of the way down onto him, and paused.
Mike's hands were back on Wendy's hips, but he held her where she had paused, letting her set the pace. She locked eyes with him and took a deep breath.
She felt like she was vibrating, her body ready to cum right there and then just from having the thickness of him in her as she adjusted to the fullness of him. She had wanted this, for SO LONG. And now here it was. She drove down on him to his hilt and moaned loudly.
Kristen could see everything through the zoomed in view of her phone. If the sun has been up any higher, there'd be enough light to see better detail. Of course, if it had been any higher she'd probably be blinded by it right now.
Without even thinking, she hit the record button.
She could zoom in further, see the muscles of this woman's back work as she ride up and down on Mike. She could see Mike's hands wrapped around the woman's waist, his fingers visible along the tops of her hips. Zooming in, oh fuck, she could see HIM. Mike's cock. It was thick, and long, and it was thrusting up into her.
Her friends had given her porn to watch but it was nothing like this. It always seemed so fake or so clinical or so triggering. Probably based on where her mind was at the time. And working with horses regularly, she had seen her share of a stallion mounting a mare.
But somehow Mike's penis seemed even bigger right now. Maybe because she was zoomed in, or maybe it was going into something much, MUCH smaller than a mare, but somehow it looked massive.
Without even realizing it, Kristen's hand had drifted down to gently rub her wetness through her jeans.
Wendy rose up and drove down Mike's rod for what felt like an eternity, lost in pre-orgasmic bliss. It felt like it could never stop building and was vaguely worried about what was going to happen when it crested. Mike raised his hands from her hips and cupped her breasts, pulling her left into his mouth while tweaking her right nipple with his other hand. With his first hand free again, he brought it up behind her, gripping the base of her neck, holding her in place.
Wendy's fingers gripped into Mike's shoulders and his scalp and he held her in place. Locked in between the hand on the back of her neck, the other on one tit, and his mouth (oh fuck, his mouth) devouring the other tit, she felt him pick up speed. Driving up into her, he was full on fucking her like she belonged to him. The thought of belonging to him so he could fuck her ragged all the time was all it took; the levy broke and she flooded the loveseat.
Mike felt her cum and the waterworks release on his legs and didn't let up. He released her breasts from his grip, grabbed those hips again, and increased to a frantic pace.
Wendy could not stop cumming and her cunt would not stop gushing. She had squirted before, but it wasn't a regular thing and never like this. She let go of everything and let her tits bounce freely as a whole new type of pressure suddenly came out of nowhere.
Kristen watched dumbstruck as this woman suddenly locked up, threw her arms around Mike's head and screamed. The light was low enough now that her phone was having problems being zoomed in so far, but she could tell they weren't moving. Were they ok? Did Mike hurt her? It didn't seem like a pained scream, but it sure didn't sound like the sounds those women made in the porn she'd been exposed to. This seemed...primal.
Kristen suddenly realized that her hand was in her pants and she was breathing far harder than she should be.
She closed the camera app, and hurried back down the lane, keeping out of sight.
Wendy came back to her body after a few minutes. She noticed that Mike was gently rubbing her back along her spine, up and down. She was slumped against him, her face buried against his neck.
"I think I ruined your deck furniture," she said weakly.
"It's meant to see some wetness," he joked.
Still wrapped around him, with his cock slowly softening but still held tightly in her, Mike stood and carried her into the house and to bed.
"I never thought I'd like Texas so much," she mused. She was asleep before Mike could even lay her on the bed.
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