My Anal Cowboy
TASHA TEMPLE
Published by Makai Publishing
Copyright © 2012 by Tasha Temple
All rights reserved.
Cover design by TempleFiction
My Anal Cowboy
Lily lives on a ranch with her wealthy and handsome husband, Ted.
Her life is idyllic and their sex life is good.
Except for the fact Ted keeps pressing her to have anal sex.
Ted thinks she would like it but Lily can’t get over the idea it would be unpleasant and vulgar.
When Ted leaves for a week on business, a handsome stranger in a cowboy hat and tight jeans appears at the farmhouse steps.
Johnny tells Lily he was hired to install a custom gate at the ranch and it will take him all week to do it.
Johnny works shirtless in the sun and sleeps in a bunkhouse just outside Lily’s bedroom.
Lily watches from the farmhouse window by day and by night fantasizes about the perfectly-built cowboy.
At the end of the week when Johnny finishes his work, he knocks on the door to the farmhouse.
Lily wonders what he could possibly want now?
This short, sizzling-hot romantic encounter will leave you breathless and wanting more.
Approximately 8000 words
My Anal Cowboy
“Ted, stop!” Lily complained.
“Oh come on, Lily,” Ted urged, humping her from behind.
We’ve been married for six years.
You gotta let me fuck you in the ass sometime.”
“Ugh.
Why do you talk that way?
You know I don’t like it when you use language like that,” she said with horror.
Lily pulled away from her husband and rolled over, drawing the sheets closely around her.
A warm breeze blew softly through the open second story window.
She watched the white lace curtains fluttering in the shadows cast by the pale moon.
She had been swept off her feet by Ted when she was just out of college.
He was older than she, sophisticated, charming and from a wealthy family.
They had moved to a ranch where Ted commuted to his firm from time to time and Lily rode horses and coordinated the renovation of their old farmhouse.
He treated her well and she loved her life with him.
Except for sex.
Generally it was fine.
But even though he had money and went to a fancy school he used crass words like “fuck” and he often wanted to have anal sex with her.
Yuck.
He usually didn’t push too often for anything out of the ordinary but he’d mentioned having this type of sex several times in the last month alone.
The thought of him – of anything untoward – in there made her very uncomfortable.
She’d let him try once.
He’d gotten partially in and it felt horrible, like she was having a bowel movement right then and there in bed.
It was repulsive and painful and she’d yelled at him to stop.
Ted had waited months before asking her again and every time he did she turned him down.
Why he still persisted she would never understand.
“Lily,” he said rubbing up against her through the sheets.
“Come on.
Just try it one more time.”
Exasperated she turned back over, reached down and tugged up the blankets, gathering all the bedsheets in a bundle and clutching them to her chest.
“Stop it, Ted!
Just stop asking me.
This isn’t a normal part of sex.
People don’t do this – they are meant to.
It’s just … just disgusting, that’s what it is!
Ugh.”
She gave a harummph and rolled over again.
Ted studied her outline from behind.
He could see the curve of her ass under the covers, just inviting him in.
It was enough to drive him wild.
Lily was beautiful, curly blond hair that fell to her shoulders, green eyes, just plump enough in all the right places and sweet.
A perfect companion except for her lack of imagination when it came to sex.
“Ok, Lily darling.
You win,” he said reaching over and lifting her hair away from her neck.
He leaned over and kissed her shoulder.
She shrugged him off and scooted farther away.
“You know I’m leaving tomorrow and won’t be back for a whole week,” Ted reminded her.
“I know,” she said, pushing her head deeper into the pillows.
“We can do other things tonight,” he said lamely.
“Just regular sex.
I promise, dear.”
“Good night, Ted.
I’m tired.
I just want to go to sleep.”
Ted sighed and rolled to his back, staring up at the ceiling.
He knew what that meant.
When he pushed Lily too far, she simply shut down and no amount of seducing or cajoling could turn her back on.
Oh well.
He had no intention of cheating on her.
He loved her and she really was a wonderful wife.
Now if only he could fall asleep with the huge erection he had.
He shifted awkwardly, trying to find a decent position.
He glanced over at the shape of her round buttocks under the blankets again.
He sighed.
He was just torturing himself.
Maybe one day he’d figure out something and she’d be more receptive.
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Lily waved at Ted through the open, airy window in the country kitchen as he drove away in his Lexus the next morning.
Ted had tried to get her to have sex again before he left but she just hadn’t been in the mood after last night.
She still couldn’t get the vision of having that kind of sex out of her mind.
Lily sighed.
She had a week alone now, not that she minded as she had plenty to do, books to read, maybe even some riding to do.
Their ranch was isolated but also peaceful and beautiful.
She would miss Ted but it would be a productive time.
She put away the last of the breakfast dishes and glanced out the window again, squinting.
A small speck of dust appeared in the distance.
She watched it grow larger before she realized it must be a car coming down the long drive that led to the ranch.
Ted must have forgotten something and was returning for it.
She wiped her hands on a blue and white checkered towel and went to greet him.
Lily left the white-painted front door ajar, pushed open the screen door and stepped onto the covered porch.
Whoever was making the cloud of dust was driving fast.
Ted never drove that fast.
It must be something very urgent.
She stared in astonishment as a full-size pickup with an open bed pulled up near the house and rattled to a stop, its tires skidding in the dirt, dust settling around it.
It was an older model truck, faded red and slightly rusted.
After a few moments the driver door opened and a tall well-built man wearing blue jeans, boots and a plaid shirt stepped out unhurriedly.
The man reached in the cab, retrieved a black cowboy hat from the front seat, and swung the door shut effortlessly behind him.
He slowly settled the hat on his head as he surveyed the ranch.
His eyes fell on Lily as his gaze drifted over the house and he began walking toward the porch where she stood.
Her heart began to pound in her chest as he approached.
Who was this?
They had help on the ranch – there were often other hands around – but she had never seen this man before.
She didn’t think he was an intruder, at least not in the middle of the morning, but Ted hadn’t mentioned anything about another worker on the property.
Even so anyone looking for work always saw Carlos first, the ranch boss, who lived at the other end of the property.
But this stranger was coming right up to the main house.
Maybe he wasn’t here for work?
Lily took a deep breath, wiped her palms on her knee-length skirt and took the three steps down from the porch to the front walkway.
Whoever it was she didn’t want him coming right up to the door.
“Hello, ma’am,” the stranger said as he neared, removing his hat and holding it to his chest.
He looked at her with bright brown eyes that sparkled with a hint of mischievousness.
He hitched his other hand in his wide black belt as he stood easily on the front walk.
His hair was brown and slightly wavy, his face tan, young and handsome.
His shoulders were strapping, strong and wide.
He wore a red button-down shirt, jeans and black leather cowboy boots.
She glimpsed his sculpted chest through the flaps of his shirt, loosely unbuttoned to his sternum.
The outline of his thighs was visible through his tight jeans and at his crotch – the bulge was huge, just huge.
Lily quickly averted her eyes, flushing deeply.
God he looked like something that just stepped out of the pages of a magazine.
She started to say something but her throat felt tight and all that came out was a squeak.
Embarrassed she cleared it, her gaze shifting nervously between his eyes and his sensuous mouth.
“Is there – is there something I can help you with?” she asked, trying to keep her eyes steady and her voice from wavering.
“Would you be Mrs. Stranton?” he said with a pleasant drawl.
Lily felt her knees weaken at his voice.
She grabbed onto the porch railing to steady herself, trying to make it look as if she was merely resting her hand on the banister.
“Yes.
I am,” she answered.
Her voice sounded ridiculously high as if it didn’t even belong to her.
“Well ma’am,” he said.
“My name’s Johnny.
Johnny Thames.
I’m from Sagehollow.
Up past Three Corners?
Your husband asked me to come out and put up the gate for your new riding corral.”
Lily looked at him, stunned.
Ted had told her was having a special entrance designed for the small paddock next to the house but hadn’t mentioned that it was ready to be installed.
Or that anyone would show up on the property to do the work this week.
Maybe he had meant it to be a surprise?
It was definitely that.
“I’m afraid, Mr. Thames,” Lily said hesitantly, still gripping the railing, “that our foreman, Carlos Rivera, oversees all work on the ranch for us.
You’d need to see him first.”
Johnny smiled, a wide charming grin which took Lily’s breath away.
His teeth gleamed white, his lips looked soft and full, the slight stubble on his chin glinted in the sun.
Her heart beat a little faster.
“No need to worry ‘bout that, ma’am,” he said.
“I’ve already been done hired.
Signed all the paperwork with Mr. Stranton in town last month.
My work’s rather … personal and I do all of it myself.
Got most of the equipment I need in my truck,” he said, inclining his head toward the bed of the dusty pickup.
