A threesome

The stable announced itself before I ever reached it. Fresh-cut hay. Leather. Horse sweat. Manure. It smelled like work.

Three horses watched me from their stalls with the quiet judgment only horses seem capable of.

“You must be the gopher.”

I turned. The riding instructor stood at the far end of the aisle, brushing down a chestnut mare. Tall black riding boots. Beige breeches dusted with hay that hugged her toned ass and legs. Her ponytail poked through the back of a faded baseball cap.

“I’m supposed to help.”

She smiled. “Perfect timing.”

A flatbed truck rolled up outside carrying square bales of hay.

She pointed. “They all need to go into the loft.”

I looked at the stack. “That’s… all of them?”

She laughed. “That’s why they sent you.”

An hour later my shirt was soaked through. Hay dust clung to my arms. The loft had transformed from nearly empty to packed wall-to-wall. I dropped the last bale into place and wiped sweat from my forehead.

She climbed the ladder and looked around. “You did all this?”

I nodded between breaths.

“I wasn’t expecting…” She looked genuinely impressed. “…that fast.”

“I’ve moved heavier.”

She folded her arms. “I’m glad you’re on our side.”

We sat on the edge of the loft catching our breath while the horses chewed lazily below.

“So,” she asked, “girlfriend back home?”

“No.”

“You?”

She smiled. “I’ve got a boyfriend.”

“Oh.”

She laughed. “You sound disappointed.”

“I recover quickly.”

“You’ll have to.” She nudged my shoulder.“He’s actually here.”

“At camp?”

She nodded. “He’s the basketball coach. Tallest guy at camp. Can’t miss him.”

I grinned. “Then I’ll just go talk to him.”

She stared. “…You’re kidding.”

“Mostly.”

She laughed so hard one of the horses flicked an ear toward us. “You are impossible.”

“So I’ve been told.”

Lunch sounded like controlled chaos. Campers shouted across the dining hall. Counselors tried unsuccessfully to restore order. Someone dropped a tray. Someone else started singing.

I spotted the basketball giant halfway through his sandwich. Broad shoulders. Easy smile. He looked exactly like someone who shot free throws for fun.

I stopped beside his table. “You got a minute?”

He looked up. “Sure.”

“I’ve got a proposal.”

He raised an eyebrow.

I leaned closer. “When was the last time the two of you got an evening together?”

He looked across the room toward the riding instructor. “…Honestly? I don’t remember.”

“What if I could fix that?”

Now I had his attention.

“No campers. No interruptions. No one yelling your names every five minutes. Just intimacy.

He smiled. “That sounds expensive.”

“It’s free.”

“What’s the catch?”

“You have to trust me.”

He laughed. “I barely know you.”

“Fair.”

He thought about it for another moment. Then shrugged. “All right. I’m in.”

It wasn’t a cabin. It was the laundry room. Tucked behind the maintenance building. There was just enough unused space in one corner for an old military cot.

Cass helped me drag in a small folding table. Jess found two battery-powered candles. Erin produced a clean tablecloth from somewhere. By sunset, the room had been transformed. The washing machines hummed steadily along one wall. Fresh laundry filled the air with the smell of detergent. The candles cast a warm glow across the little corner we’d assembled.

It wasn’t luxurious. But it was private. And somehow… It worked.

The riding instructor stopped in the doorway. No longer in her riding gear but looking just as sexy in snug jeans and a loose top.

She looked around in complete surprise. “What is this?”

I smiled. “Date night.”

Her boyfriend stepped inside behind her, equally confused.

“No campers,” I said. “No interruptions.”

For the first time all day, neither of them spoke. They simply looked at each other.

The tall man looked down at me. “You did all this?”

I shrugged, “Everybody deserves one quiet evening.”

He smiled. “Thank you.”

I tried not to feel like an asshole when I sprung the trap. “Except it’s a date for the three of us.” I held up two bottles of chilled pink wine.

They sat down. I poured us all wine.

It was obviously awkward at first, having me as a third wheel, but the wine loosened them. I asked questions about their relationship. They opened up.

They even admitted that sex had been a bit routine. This would spice it up.

“I hope you like attention,” I said staring at the pretty girl.

She blushed, and unbuttoned her top, revealing more skin. “I love it.”

Her boyfriend kissed her. And then me.

We undressed her. Kissed down her body. Sucked her tits together. I finger fucked her while he licked her clit.

She got down on her knees. We laid our cocks across her face. She took turns sucking us. Despite him having six inches of height on me, my dick had two inches of length compared to his. The girth wasn’t even comparable. Her mouth gave more attention to mine.

I was a gentleman. I allowed him to fuck his girlfriend first. The dryers hummed while she sucked my cock while getting fucked.

I laid on my back. I wanted her to ride me.

She put on a fucking show. Her hips bouncing up and down on my body. Her body gyrating. Her small tits bouncing. Her moaning made me embarrassed for her boyfriend. Her arousal splashed down my cock. I wondered if he knew she was a squirter.

She popped off my cock. Pulled the condom off. Sucked me. Swallowed all my cum, even opening her mouth and showing it on her tongue first.

Her boyfriend couldn’t believe how much of a freak his girlfriend was. He got hard again just watching. I let them have the laundry room so they could fuck in private.

I left feeling accomplished. Not fully satisfied but at least I didn’t feel used.

I checked in for curfew. Amanda with her clipboard. She asked snidely, “What’s the tally mark up to now?”

Maybe because I was in post sex not-giving-a-fuck mood, I said something I regretted, “Don’t be angry that you want to add your own mark to the wall.”

Her eyes narrowed. The comment must have been too close to home. She snarled, “5:00 am tomorrow. The shit fields need mowed. And tomorrow night, you’ll need to watch the front gate. Your calendar is filled with my tasks from now on.”

Did she know about the calendar? Either way she was pissed. I was afraid. A woman this attractive this angry. She could make walls crumble.

I told myself: she wasn’t angry at me. She was mad at herself.