save a horse, ride a cowboy
Bored farmwife Kim Sunoo meets sexy cowboy Nishimura Riki.
IMPORTANT NOTE: this work includes explicit sexual content not suitable for minors. this is a work of fiction, consume at your own discretion.
TAGS: pwp, smut, bpkimsunoo, infidelity (not between sunki), feminisation
“Heeseung, honey, I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” Sunoo said in exasperation as he watched his husband pace outside on the porch through the windows from where he sat, darning a sweater.
“He’s already an hour late,” Heeseung said through gritted teeth. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted that dodgy agency. They flaked on Jaeyun just last month. He waited all day and eventually had to hire one of the local boys.”
“You could do that too,” Sunoo offered. “Then you won’t be wasting an entire day.”
“I’ll give him a few more minutes,” Heeseung sighed and leaned against a porch post. “I already asked most of the local boys and they already have summer jobs. It would be a real pain to find someone else now.”
Sunoo set down his sewing and hopped onto the windowsill, “You’re too stressed out. We’re well ahead of our work on the farm. Jay sent his cattle here to graze because we have a milder climate. This is a favor to him. I’m sure he won’t mind sending over a few more hands if we need them.”
Heeseung looked at him from over his shoulder with a smile, “I know, but Jay’s been so good to us over the years. He helped build this farm and got us connected with buyers. I want to help him this time.”
Sunoo squinted in the distance, spotting someone walking down their long dirt driveway, “Looks like you’ll be able to do just that, sweetie. The agency came through after all.”
Heeseung grunted in response, clearly still annoyed at the lack of punctuality.
Sunoo swung his legs out the window as the figure drew closer. He was young, as most cowboys were, and clad in a dark wash denim set - straight cut jeans over boots and an untucked long-sleeved denim shirt. Typical cowboy attire, if not a little flashy. But it wasn’t his clothes that caught Sunoo’s attention, it was his hair.
Corn silk blonde and neck length, it blew with the wind, showing off its softness. The cowboy pushed the stray strands back over his forehead, exposing more of his honey skin.
When he was almost at the porch, Heeseung descended the staircase two at a time and approached him, “Too busy styling your hair to be on time?”
The man seemed confused and raised his eyebrows.
“Well?” Heeseung stood before him, looking up ever so slightly to meet his gaze. “Got nothin’ to say for yourself? You need a job or what, cowboy?”
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, the cowboy huffed and looked like he was going to argue, but fell silent when he caught sight of Sunoo climbing out the window and approaching them slowly. His eyes slid down Sunoo’s exposed thighs, then shot back to Heeseung.
“Yes sir, I’m sorry I’m late, broke down a little while back and hiked the rest of the way here,” his voice was deep, so deep that it sent vibrations through Sunoo’s body.
“Oh, well, why the hell didn’t you say so before I chewed you out?” Heeseung grumbled. “Come on in and freshen up. Babe, let's get our friend here something to drink. What’s your name, cowboy?”
Heeseung led Riki up the stairs, past where Sunoo was standing.
“What will you have to drink, Riki?” Sunoo asked, slightly in awe of how tall he was up close.
Riki shot him a quick look, eyes once again dropping down his body and then back up quickly, “I’ll take something sweet if you’ve got it.”
Despite the initial misunderstanding and rocky start, Heeseung quickly warmed up to the cowboy. After washing up, he joined them for dinner, refusing Heeseung’s offer to drive him back to his truck and tow it to the farm.
“I already alerted the agency,” Riki said between mouthfuls of stew. “They’ll take care of it and bring my stuff by later tonight so you don’t have to trouble yourself. Let’s enjoy dinner. You make a mean stew, Sunoo.”
Heeseung patted Sunoo’s thigh under the table, boasting about how his husband was the best cook in their town, and Riki would be spoiled eating his food during their stay.
“I’m sure I will be,” Riki said with a sly smile.
After dinner, Riki picked up a small bag of his possessions from a driver at the gates of their driveway, and Sunoo showed him to the guest room while Heeseung finished up the evening farm chores.
“ - and you’ll find extra towels in the cupboard under the bathroom sink,” Sunoo finished his little tour with a smile, trying his best to remain unaffected by Riki’s lingering gaze, now shameless and unhindered by Heeseung’s presence.
He knew that the cowboy had taken some type of interest in him, but Sunoo was willing to push through whatever came his way because he loved his husband and didn’t want to inconvenience him. Riki would be gone by the end of the summer and life would return to its usual routine. Besides, having a hunky youngster sniffing around the goods was an ego boost.
Riki sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread almost invitingly, smirking as he ogled Sunoo’s thighs.
“You’ll keep your eyes to yourself in front of my husband,” Sunoo crossed his arms. “Or you’ll end up with a shotgun to your chest.”
Riki only grinned, finally looking up to meet his eyes, “But looking is for free.”
“Not around here, cowboy,” Sunoo replied. “Heeseung’s the jealous type. He only hasn’t noticed because he’s taken a liking to you.”
“But you noticed?” Riki leaned back on his hands against the mattress.
Sunoo hated how turned on he was from the idea of climbing onto his lap, “I’m not a country damsel. I used to live in the city. I know what I look like and I know what you want. So this is a polite warning.”
Sunoo knew his daisy duke shorts were cheeky and his little white crop top left little to the imagination. He felt sexy and comfortable in them and his husband sure had no complaints. He wouldn’t be making any wardrobe changes because some newbie couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
“Okay,” Riki said solemnly, raising a hand to salute him. “I promise I won’t flirt with you in front of your husband. We can keep this between us.”
Sunoo laughed in disbelief, “You’re a right menace, aren’t you? Get to bed. Breakfast is six a.m. sharp.”
“I’ll be up bright and early,” Riki winked. “Have a good night.”
Sunoo wasn’t sure what possessed him; maybe it was the way Riki looked at him like he wanted to eat him alive that got him so hot and bothered, or maybe he wanted to show that little punk that he wasn’t as easy as he thought, because that night when Heeseung came to bed, Sunoo put him to work, and when he tired, Sunoo got on top and bounced like they were shooting content.
“Ah! Heeseung!” Sunoo yelled out when he leaned back on Heeseung’s thighs and the angle made his husband lodge even deeper into his cunt.
“God, baby, what’s gotten into you?” Heeseung was a wreck, two orgasms down, sweaty and flushed, but never one to deny Sunoo anything. “You’ll wake Riki up if you get any louder.”
Sunoo lifted his hips, then slid back down agonizingly slowly, “You don’t like this?”
“Uh - never said that,” Heeseung thrust up to quicken Sunoo’s teasing pace.
“Then shut up and let me ride.”
“Oh, are you dressed like a nun to deny me the sight of your skin?” Riki’s voice came from behind Sunoo, thick with amusement and sleep.
Sunoo turned from the stove where he was sauteing onions for today’s lunch, reveling in the way Riki’s eyebrows shot up when he spied the cluster of red and purple bruises littered across his neck.
“Was that show last night just for me?” he asked with an infuriating smirk.
“Eat your breakfast”, Sunoo pointed to the table, where dishes of bacon, eggs and pancakes were covered to keep insects away. “Hee’s already in the barn, he said to tell you to join him after you eat.”
Riki ignored him and came closer, caging Sunoo against the counter and admiring the hickeys along his neck, “You sound good getting fucked. It was easy for me to close my eyes and picture you on your hands and knees. I came really hard when you started screaming for more -”
Sunoo reached up and placed a hand on Riki’s chest. He paused, surprised, but still smiling. Sunoo caressed the hard planes of the cowboy’s chest over his plaid shirt, moving up to his neck, then sliding down again. He found his nipple, circled it once, then pinched it hard.
“Fuck!” Riki pulled back with a laugh, soothing over the sore skin with a hand. “Alright, I’ll back off. Don’t think I didn’t notice that y’all didn’t go another round after you asked for more. You should know that I can satisfy you if your husband can’t.”
“You can satisfy your job requirements in the barn after you eat breakfast,” Sunoo shooed him to the table.
The next few weeks went by quickly. Heeseung showed Riki his tasks and the farm ran as smoothly as it always did, even with the addition of Jay’s cattle grazing on their fields. Riki was a strong rider, and he quickly bonded with the horses in the stable.
Blossom, Sunoo’s own champagne-coated palomino, was especially taken with the charming cowboy and whinnied in displeasure when he dared saddle up another horse to go herd up the cows.
Sunoo’s usual routine gave him more time alongside Riki than he thought he would have, but Heeseung seemed to trust the cowboy implicitly and allowed him to be alone with Sunoo for long periods of time while he met with buyers and went into the city for supplies.
In the late mornings, after Sunoo was done cooking lunch and completing his indoor chores, he would head to the barn to collect, wash and separate eggs for home use and for sale. Riki seemed to have picked up on this and purposely chose that time to top up the hay boxes and water troughs so they could chat.
“That’s a pretty dress,” he said, his boyish features even more annoyingly handsome to Sunoo today than usual, a cowboy hat perched atop his head.
“Will you ever give up?” Sunoo asked, balancing his wicker basket on a bale of hay as he tried to gather eggs from a broody hen.
“I wasn’t even trying that time, I swear!’ Riki laughed. “You really are just gorgeous. Should have felt my heart go off when I first saw you. Thought I was at heaven's gates.”
Sunoo rolled his eyes, “You’re really bad at flirting.”
“Oh, so if I was better, you’d sleep with me?” Riki dropped the bag of hay and approached him.
“Keep dreamin’, sugar - ouch! Fuck me, Shelly, give me those eggs right now!”
Riki laughed at him loudly, but kneeled down and pet Shelly gently, “Now, sweetheart, I know you’re protective, but you can’t be pecking at our princess’s skin. Be a good girl and let us take some eggs.”
Shelly clucked in annoyance, but allowed him to gather the eggs from under her and deposit them into Sunoo’s basket.
Sunoo scoffed and stood up, “I’m not as easy as Shelly and Blossom.”
Riki shot him a grin, “Now, now you don’t need to be jealous, you know you’re my favorite.”
Sunoo ignored him, and wiped the eggs with a rag.
“So you aren’t flashing me your panties on purpose?” Riki, who was still crouched beside the coop, was looking up Sunoo’s dress with a satisfied smirk.
He purposely chose to wear the shortest dress he owned because Heeseung was away in the city all day, but tugged at the hemline, feigning indignation, “Get back to work, pervert!”
Riki stood, towering over him, “I mean it, you know. It’s a real shame your husband’s hiding you away like this. Agencies in the city would fight over you. Can’t say I blame him though. I would want to keep you all to myself too.”
“The ‘country life’ is my husband’s dream,” Sunoo said weakly, trying to ignore how the sweat dripped down Riki’s neck.
“Is being a ‘country wife’ yours?” he asked.
Sunoo faltered. He loved Heeseung, and there was something special about the simplicity of life on a farm. The smell of freshly tilled soil in the planting season, the joys of a bountiful harvest, and the easy routine of his day was comforting, but it would be a untruthful if he said he didn’t miss the city and it would be a downright lie if he said he didn’t like the way Riki pursued him relentlessly.
“After the first night, I thought you two had a healthy sexy life,” Riki stepped closer, forcing Sunoo back against a wooden beam. “But I hardly hear your pretty voice these days.”
Sunoo wanted to argue, but he was right. Heeseung was busy with a new deal and between endless meetings and farm work, he came to bed exhausted and fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
“We aren’t always loud,” he protested weakly, shivering under Riki’s curious palms running up his thighs. “Sometimes we make love. It’s intimate - not for you to hear.”
He gasped when Riki squeezed the flesh of his thigh, “So that first night was for me.”
Sunoo couldn’t breathe, almost melting now under Riki’s piercing gaze. Intense. Everything about Riki was intense - his strong brows and dark eyes, his tall, wide frame and the air of dominance surrounding him.
Riki’s entire body was pressed against his, hot and sweaty and muscular. His hands were too far under the hemline of his skirt to be teasing, cupping his thighs just under the fat of his ass. He brought his leg up between Sunoo’s thighs, the rough denim against his heated center quickly dampening with his arousal.
“We could make some love right here,” he whispered in his ear, words falling like honey over Sunoo. “I could hold you up and make you scream. I won’t leave you wanting, sweetheart. Let me satisfy you.”
“Can you?” Sunoo shot back. “You talk a big game. How old are you, anyway?”
Riki glared at him, then lifted him by his thighs. Sunoo wrapped his legs around Riki’s waist.
“I’m almost twenty,” he answered, face heating up.
Sunoo laughed mockingly, “Almost, huh? You’re a baby.”
“This baby’s got you wrapped around him,” Riki said cockily. “I see you watching me round up the cattle. I feel your eyes on me when I dismount. Isn’t that why you come out to feed the chickens every afternoon in your little silk gown when your husband’s taking a shower? You want me to look. You want me to want you. You’re a bored little house wife that needs to have some fun.”
Sunoo’s heated up with every filthy accusation Riki hurled his way. His pussy was so wet he was sure it was seeping through the thin fabric of his panties and making a mess on Riki’s exposed abs where his shirt rode up. His breath came out in quick pants as the youngster whispered in his ear and pressed him harder against the beam, making sure he felt every inch of his firm body between his legs, including the thick bulge pressing right between his legs.
“My husband can never know,” Sunoo finally gave in, digging his nails into Riki’s arm and pulling him into a heated kiss.
Sunoo wondered why, in his nine years of marriage, he never had sex in the barn. Maybe it was because Heeseung saw him as too precious and pure to sully amongst the hay and dirt. Riki held no such notions, and pushed him onto a bale of hay, standing to pull off his belt.
“God, I’ve been dreaming of this,” he kneeled over Sunoo, kissing down his neck.
“Don’t leave marks!” Sunoo whined out, tugging at his hair, just as soft and silky as he’d imagined.
Riki nuzzled his face along Sunoo’s shoulder, pushing down the thin straps of his dress, “Such a fucking tease. Alright, sweetheart. Since you wanna get down to it, lift your hips.”
Sunoo obeyed and protested loudly when Riki pulled off his panties and flung them somewhere to the left.
“I can’t wear those now!” he complained when Riki buried his head between his thighs, kissing his way up to the dripping center.
“Good,” Riki spread his lips and blew on his pink clit. “No panties at dinner. Would it turn you on to feel a finger there and not know if it's mine or your husbands?”
Sunoo covered his face with his arms, bucking his hips up, “Thought you were going to make me scream.”
Laughing at the taunting, Riki slid his tongue between the slippery folds, stopping at the swollen bud and swiping it up and down with the tip of his tongue. He brought two fingers to Sunoo’s leaking hole and shoved them inside roughly, working them in and out.
Sunoo couldn’t believe how noisy he was - moaning loudly, pussy squelching with each thrust of Riki’s thick fingers. The hay scratched against his thighs and back, and with his free hand, Riki held his thighs open, forcing him to take everything he gave.
He was obscenely wet, dripping down Riki’s chin and hands, clit throbbing with every pass of the incessant tongue. He was so ashamed that this teenager could reduce him to toeing the edge of his orgasm so quickly that Sunoo had to bite his tongue to keep from coming.
It was exciting. Riki was thrilling. A brand new shiny toy for him to play with amidst the monotonous cycle his life was reduced to. He angled his fingers, and pressed down on the walls of Sunoo’s insides, and before he could force his thighs closed, he was squirting.
Riki gasped, face showered in Sunoo’s release, spurt after spurt of warm liquid gushing out of him like a fountain. Sunoo screamed when he came, scaring the chickens into leaving their roosts, squawking angrily.
Watching in awe as his breathing slowed, Riki’s trademark smirk quickly returned, “You are easy. Or were you just that pent up? I told you that I’d satisfy you baby, no need to starve to this extent. Come here, I can’t wait another second.”
Humiliated, Sunoo kept his face covered, yelping in surprise when Riki pulled him closer by his thighs. Peeking, Sunoo, watched him push his jeans and underwear down just enough to expose his cock, heavy and bobbing with its own weight. His pussy clenched at the sight.
Riki slapped it across the soaking wet entrance, earning a broken moan. He fed his length into Sunoo’s pussy eagerly, the slide easy and wet aside from the tight grip.
“Let me see you,” he whispered, grabbing Sunoo’s arms and pinning them above his head. “God, you’re a sight, sweetheart.”
Sunoo, teary-eyed and mouth parted to breathe in deeply, found himself needy. He squeezed around the girth penetrating him, baiting it into going deeper. Predictably, Riki slammed into him, swearing loudly at the intense pressure.
“Fuck me, fuck me, please!” Sunoo begged.
Riki obliged, bowing his head in concentration and ploughing into Sunoo’s hot channel, using his weight to bury himself inside before pulling out. Each deep thrust and slow pull out elicited dual groans of pleasure, the hot drag of skin against skin coated in slick juices sending them both into a free fall.
Sunoo’s stomach was already tensing, almost painfully after the intensity of his last orgasm, but Riki showed no signs of fatigue, hips slamming against his pelvis. Sunoo clawed down his back, mind blanking and thighs tensing.
“Fuck, you’re a wildcat,” Riki hissed. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Better not get addicted or you’ll start wanting it all the time, whether your husband’s home or not. That sounds hot, right? Imagine it - he’s taking a quick shower and I’m bending you over the kitchen counter. If you come quick like this we might even make it to go a few rounds.”
Sunoo, coming down from his high slightly at the mention of his husband’s name, clamped down onto Riki’s shoulder and bit him.
“Nghh,” his hips faltered.
“You like that, don’t you?” Sunoo whispered in his ear, threading his fingers through his silky hair and yanking hard.
“You thought I didn’t notice how hard you got when I pinched your nipple that first day you were here?” Sunoo licked the shell of his ear, humming when he felt Riki throb inside him. “Let me get on you and ride, cowboy.”
Shivering, Riki rolled them over, looking up in wonder. Sunoo adjusted his dress to hide the view of his pussy eagerly swallowing up Riki’s member. He sat heavily, moaning in satisfaction when the engorged tip hit him deep inside, the pain of intrusion only marginally outweighed by the tingles of pleasure shooting through him.
“Oh god, please, move or I’ll come,” Riki’s entire demeanor changed.
His eyes were desperate and pleading, hands gripping onto Sunoo’s thighs and bucking his hips wildly searching for any sort of movement to ease the vice-like grip of Sunoo’s pulsing walls around his length.
“A young stallion ready for me to ride,” Sunoo said, a little breathlessly, Riki’s cock stretching him open wider than he ever was before. “We’ll see just who gets addicted.”
Sunoo reached forward and took his hat, placing it on his own head. Riki’s eyes darkened, cock twitching inside him. Sunoo got into a squatting position and slipped his hands into Riki’s, using them to rest his weight.
He lifted himself up then sat down heavily, moaning out loud as he speared himself. Riki groaned, squeezing Sunoo’s hands and thrusting up to meet his every bounce. The movement caused the cowboy hat to slip, and Sunoo grabbed it quickly, keeping it on his head while he rode. That seemed to do it for Riki, and Sunoo felt his insides being painted with warm come.
He didn’t stop, using the still hard member as he pleased, leaning forward so his clit rubbed against Riki’s abdomen. Watching the younger whine from over-stimulation, stomach taut with tension, pushed Sunoo over the edge.
He fell forward, humming when he was wrapped in big, strong arms, then complaining loudly when he was manhandled onto his hands and knees.
“I’m not done,” Riki slapped his ass hard. “Gonna pump you with so much come it spills out when your husband tries to put his cock in you.”
Riki sat on the porch, tipping his hat to greet Heeseung as he walked up the steps.
“Good day?” his boss asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Riki puffed on his cigarette.
“We’re having a barbecue tonight,” Heeseung said. “You know how to grill? I wanted to give Sun a break from cooking.”
“Good idea,” Riki said. “He seemed worn out today.”
Heeseung frowned, “I’ll check on him.”
Riki watched the smoke from his cigarette spiral and curl into the tendrils of the wind and ignored the buzzing of his cellphone, no doubt messages from Jungwon and Sunghoon, asking when he was going to return to their ranch. They were confused when Riki didn’t return from his weekly trip to the next town over for supplies, and even more baffled when he said he was taking up a temporary job as a farmhand. It’s not like he needed money.
Still, Jungwon came through to tow his truck and drop off his clothes, and Sunghoon picked up his duties at their ranch. He’d explain everything when he returned with Sunoo.
It was only a matter of time before Heeseung found the large hickey he sucked onto the back of Sunoo’s neck at the height of passion when the older was unaware. Or saw the bruises he pressed into his waist with the crushing force of his hands. And if Sunoo hid them, Riki would give him more, fuck him in more risky situations until they were caught and Sunoo was free to run away with him.
Riki took a long drag from his cigarette.
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