The woman with the creamy skin and bewitching body popped her business card into my shirtfront pocket and gave it a little pat. In what sounded a hell of a lot like a seductive purr, she said, “Come out to the ranch, Pete. I’ll give you a free ride — if you’re interested.”

Then she whirled away into the party. A wide variety of people showed up at these corporate shindigs — including, apparently, hot women who owned equestrian businesses.

Ted, who worked in the same office as me, came over and peered in my eyes as he asked, “OK there, Pete?”

Dumbstruck, I said, “I think that woman just came on to me.”

“The hottie you were just talking to? Lucky dog. What’re you going to do about it?”

It was a good question, and a tricky one. I was married. In fact, I was very married. I loved Maureen and hadn’t once cheated on her. But in a very different way I also loved horses, and I’d rarely met women who’d ever even ridden, much less devoted their professional lives to the animals.

But there had been at least one gal like that in my past. In my sophomore year at college, a year before I met Maureen, I’d visited a horse farm that belonged to my dorm-mate’s family. There I had fallen madly in lust with my friend’s big-titted sister, Lisa, and she’d been nice enough to offer me a tumble — if I could learn to ride a horse.

No doubt she’d just been playing with me for fun, but I threw myself into the lessons she gave me. It was hard work for a city boy, and the horse at first frightened me. But my dedication paid off. On day six I could convincingly ride. And that night Lisa took me to bed and rocked my world.

I blinked back to reality. Ted was still standing there, and he asked again, “What are you going to do?”

I took out the business card and stared at Stephanie’s name. I knew where her ranch was. A “free ride” was awaiting me there. I was very turned on by her. That she was involved with horses only deepened my interest. Ted had it right: What was I going to do?

The question haunted me for days. I was shocked by how tempted I was by Stephanie. It couldn’t just be that she was hot. Then I realized: It really was the horse thing.

Maureen had a blind spot about me and horses. She didn’t understand why the animals fascinated me. More, she thought my interest was silly, even adolescent. In a way maybe it was. I did secretly associate horses with Lisa, the woman who’d trained me and who I’d subsequently fucked.

But there was more to it. Horses had a mystique, a romance that Maureen completely missed. Whenever I found the time to go riding, she complained of the “horsey” smell on me afterward and rolled her eyes when I rhapsodized about the experience. It irked me that she just didn’t get it.

In the end it was enough of a motive for me to drive out to the ranch one afternoon. I wouldn’t necessarily do anything. But I felt like a ride.

Stephanie came out of the barn as I drove up. She was all smiles. She wore riding clothes that complimented her curves.

“Glad you accepted my offer!” she called out, grinning. I read a lot into that smile.

“The offer of a horseback ride, yes.”

I was hedging, not committing to anything.

Stephanie played along, like I was only a client. She took me out for a lesson, even though it was plain I knew my way around a steed. We rode two black horses along a lane that wound around the perimeter of her ranch. She had a nice place, and I told her so.

She said, “When we come back around, you should see the inside of the barn.” Again, there was that sexy purr in her voice.

But I still wasn’t resigned to committing infidelity. If Maureen found out, she wouldn’t be happy. At all. And did her lack of understanding about horses really matter that much? Well, it kinda did.

Then Stephanie said, quietly, sincerely, “There is adventure in horses. It’s inherent. The horse will always be exotic. To ride is to explore the world on a primal level.”

I gaped at her again, impressed by her understanding. She got it!

When we came to the barn, we both dismounted, and I followed her into the shadowy heat, which smelled of hay and spring water. And of horses. The place was rife with that lush smell.

She turned, and I moved purposefully toward her. She awaited me. In a single fluid motion we were in each other’s arms. A second later our mouths were together. Her lips were smooth, and we fell into a devouring kiss.

My cock swelled as she pushed her luscious tits against me. My hands were on her back, dipping to cup the delectable swells of her ass. Her flesh was firm but pliant. She wriggled against me, her arousal plainly matching my own.

Our tongues were tangling fiercely, and a low moan issued from her throat. She jammed her crotch against mine, finding my blatant bulge. Pleasure coursed through me as she ground herself on me.

With a sigh she broke the delving kiss, and her eyes flashed upward.

“Hayloft,” she said breathlessly.

I grinned, happily getting lost in the moment.Yes, the hayloft. We’ll fuck in the barn!

We climbed a splintery ladder to where the loft awaited us. The air was very warm, and dust motes swam in the diagonal shafts of light. The walls were timber, the floor strewn with — what else? — hay.

She hastily unbuttoned her top, and I tore off my shirt. Her tits were lovely and ample, capped with stiff nipples. She kicked off her riding boots and skinned the pants down her nicely toned thighs. I flung away my jeans and let my hard cock waggle free. Her shaved pussy gleamed with readiness and need.

We tumbled onto the softened floor, and puffs of hay rose and floated above us. Our mouths were once more glued together, our tongues going crazy as my hands roamed over her naked flesh.

Her skin was satiny, her physique toned. Horse riding is a more athletic activity than is generally understood — more akin to swimming, in that it’s an all-over workout.

An all-over workout. That was exactly what I wanted to give that lovely woman. I squeezed her glorious tits. She explored my muscular back, then reached down to grope my ass, moaning again as she did. She didn’t seem to be having any regrets about inviting me over to see her.

And I didn’t regret coming, I realized. Our dalliance was something utterly separate from my married life with Maureen.

I found myself on my back. Stephanie licked my chin and my throat, then she squirmed down insistently between my legs. She made a home for herself within the bounds of my outspread thighs.

Stephanie took hold of my cock, the touch of her hand sending a thrill of pleasure through me. She held me around the base and shifted her head into position. There was no mistake about what she had in mind.

I felt her hot breath on my cockhead seconds before she closed her lips around my knob. Her mouth formed a perfect circle around my meat, and she swallowed my shaft in an instant, applying a delightful suction.

My head rocked back as I groaned with pleasure, and she took up a steady rhythm. Her hand shifted to cradle my balls, which ratcheted up the stimulation for me in a major way. But it got even better when she started gently and rhythmically squeezing my sac.

Her mouth went up and down, up and down, and I realized I was rapidly approaching the point of no return.

I uttered a warning that was little more than a garbled bunch of words.

But she was relentless. After a few halfhearted attempts to halt her, I let her take her sucking talents to their ultimate conclusion. A full three seconds before I began to jet, I cried out, “I’m gonna come!”

But Stephanie kept her mouth on me. She gamely swallowed my cream as I unloaded. Man, she could suck!

Afterward, a sweet lethargy overtook me. But my arousal never entirely flagged. I would get it up again. In the meantime I could reciprocate her attentions. I gentled her onto her back and shouldered my way between her creamy thighs.

Her lovely shaven cleft was right before my face. I inhaled her excited aroma. I ran my tongue tip up her inner thigh until I reached her wet slit. I licked her up and down, getting a first tantalizing taste of her. She emitted a breathy moan.

As I tongued Stephanie, her legs closed around me. I ate her hard, using lips, tongue and even teeth. I coaxed her swollen clit with single-minded devotion.

With a cry as loud as a whinny, she came, jamming her pussy against my face as she rode out her orgasm.

By then, my hard-on was back. I pushed up onto her, and she welcomed me. In one smooth swoop I was inside her clasping pussy. I sank in all the way, relishing the heat and intimacy.

I plowed her, and she undulated beneath me. She was so responsive, holding nothing back. She writhed against me, and her tits heaved. Her head rolled from side to side, her hair picking up more bits of hay.

I fucked her faster, sensing what was building in her. When that pleasure erupted seconds later, I hadn’t quite caught up to it yet. But I enjoyed how she shook through her climax. She was an unbridled lover, and our bareback ride was a heart-racing thrill.

She came out of her post-orgasmic stupor, grinning up at me. I could tell she wanted to shift positions, and I let her make the move. She wanted to ride me, cowgirl-style, of course. I gleefully let that wild, spirited, untamed filly gallop across the erotic plains, carrying me to a geysering orgasm.

It was the best “free ride” I’ve ever gotten.